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Caleb Rutherford

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a character in “PURITY Correctional Camp”, as played by Tom Ice

Description

Given Name: Jessica-Kayla Rutherfurd
Preferred Name: Caleb James Rutherfurd
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Transgender Male
Sexual Orientation: Confused, but Bisexual, Homoromantic.
Appearance:
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[[presenting more feminine for social conventions that require it]]
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[[presenting masculine, as usual.]]

Personality:
Caleb is incredibly shy. As a selective mute, he carries around his cell phone as well as a whiteboard with marker. He does not speak to anyone unless he absolutely trusts them and they are alone together. Even his family hasn't heard his voice since he was an infant. He uses his cell phone as a buffer between him and anyone else. If he doesn't want to communicate with someone he will use it as an excuse to look distracted, otherwise he'll often text messages to someone if they have a phone and his number. He is withdrawn, but is quite intelligent and friendly if you can get past his mutism.
History:
Born to an athiest family, Caleb was the only child. No one ever paid him much mind, save for when his mutism started developing and then became a big deal. He was a rather quiet child, and when he came out as transgender, no one took him seriously. He continued trying, though, and after two years of insisting he was male, his father sent him to a camp for gay people to show that he was in fact, not male, but a confused lesbian who needed some new direction to her life.

So begins...

Caleb Rutherford's Story

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Character Portrait: Madoka Fujikage Character Portrait: Jackson Abbey Character Portrait: Caleb Rutherford
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#, as written by Tom Ice
Madoka had spent the short taxi ride from the airport in silence, listening to Machiko chatter excitedly next to her, oddly happy to be going to a camp that was supposed to ‘fix’ them. Returning from last summer, Machiko and Madoka were both well versed in the camp. Both knew their places and cabins.
Madoka, quiet and polite, carried her boat paddle and her duffle bag of clothing into her assigned cabin from last year. She sat down on the bed, looked around the empty set of bunks. Breathed in the scent of bibles and of the tears spilt over pillows. The faintest cringe of cleaning supplies, and the suffocating, overwhelmingly dusty, omniscient smell of summer. Of a wasted summer, if she was honest. A summer better spent cooling off in backyard pools with a romance novel in hand. The cabin smelled like clean, fresh linens, and in some horrid, gruesome way, Madoka realised her cabin smelled like home.
She’d spent the entire summer here last year, cooped up inside. Hoping for nothing more than to be sent home and to be fixed. But her pillow, bed next to the door, top bunk, the one she picked now, it had been a friend’s shoulder to cry on. The place had become a holder for important memories and comforts. Something that, while she lacked support from all other sides, she gained it there. And it was almost a relief to lay down on that bed again, in Hope Cabin. Maybe this summer wouldn’t be as bad as last.


Jackson awkwardly tucked his hands into his pockets, jingling his keys. He was uncomfortable pretending to be all responsible and proper, but he figured it was probably the best course of action with these crazy Christian radicals. He watched his parents conversing with the counselor from his cabin; Faith.
“Oh yes. He’ll behave himself. He’s a good boy. Just don’t be too harsh on him,” his mother said, his father gave a stiff nod, though his eyes were out on the archery course. Scaling the targets and the space between them and the starting lines. Jackson hugged his mother goodbye as she left and headed to his cabin to put his bags on a random bunk and then wander back outside. Without much to do, he found himself sitting out on a bench in the main area, right outside the ring of benches around the bonfire area. He tried to imagine a fire there, but couldn’t. He’d never been particularly good with imagining things. He smiled a little, though, thinking of the famous trope of summer camp romance and how, inevitably, there would be so many rules broken here that the counselors wouldn’t be able to control the spots of camp romance that did pop out.


Caleb shifted uncomfortably in his compression shirt under the hot sun while he was led into Purity Correctional Camp by an irate father who had gotten lost at least thrice along the way there. Caleb kept his head down, eyes on the ground, arms shakingly holding his whiteboard close to his chest. A woman with the camp name on her shirt walked up and kindly asked if he could give his name. His father, too busy simmering in anger, did not reply. Caleb, in tiny, precise, handwriting wrote on the board, with a painful stab at his heart, ‘ReBBeCCA-KAYlA Rutherford.” He knew it was the name they’d have on record. It was true. He was beckoned toward the female side of the Faith cabin, his heart pounding too hard for him to remember if something was actually going terribly wrong or not. The anxiety was coming in heavy hitting waves. His heart ached slightly. It would be okay, though, the desperation would cease soon. He promised this to himself. Everything would pass.

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Character Portrait: Madoka Fujikage Character Portrait: Anastasia Frost Character Portrait: Caleb Rutherford
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#, as written by Cheza
Anastasia sat quietly in the backseat of her parents car reading a book. Her father was driving and her mother was listening to the radio. They had been on the road for about 4 hours and were close to the camp. Her dad turned onto a lone road that led into the forest. Anastasia watched the trees go by swiftly outside of the car window and sighed. The entire drive she was thinking about the kinds of people she would meet at the camp. It was a christian camp and that didn't really bother her so much since she attended a christian private school back home. She didn't really know what exactly to expect. She was just told that it was a camp that would guide her in the right direction.

Leaning her head back against the seat she made a loud sigh that stirred her mother from her music trans. "Hunny, is something wrong?" Her mother said glancing back at her in the backseat. She tilted her head towards her mother. " No, I'm just thinking...also this long car ride is making me nauseous." She said while closing her eyes. "We are almost there sweetheart." She said with a smile.

Anastasia nodded her head and looked out the window. She wondered why her mom seemed mellow today. Her parents cared about her a lot so, even after finding out the news of her being attracted to girls, they couldn't stay mad at her for long. They still were in denial about their little girl's sexual preference and convinced themselves their child was just confused, because she was home schooled most of her life.

They pulled up to the gate of the camp and Anastasia rolled down the window to take a better look. As she did this the heat of the mid-summer heat hit her face. 'This is going to be an interesting summer...I hope everyone is nice.' She thought to herself nervously. Being around unfamiliar faced scared her. And the feeling of not being accepted terrified her.

Her father and mother got out of the car and began taking her luggage out of the trunk. Anastasia closed the forgotten open book in her lap and processed to get out of the car. Not long after, one of the camp officials approached the car with a smile on her face.

"Hello there! You must be Anastasia. What a pretty name and a cute face to match!" She said. "Ok, say goodbye to your parents and I will show you to your cabin."

"We hope you have fun and realized that we are going this because we love you." Her mother said with a sad expression. Her father agreed. They all hugged and she then followed the camp official to her cabin.

During the walk she noticed that some people have already arrived that lived in the other 2 cabins. With a gulp she head her head down and stayed silent during the walk to Hope Cabin.

The cabin was nicely laid out and clean. She saw a few beds that have already been taken and went to the one that had her name on it. She set her luggage down next to the bed and let out a sigh.

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Character Portrait: Christopher Hart Character Portrait: Madoka Fujikage Character Portrait: Jackson Abbey Character Portrait: Anastasia Frost Character Portrait: Caleb Rutherford
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#, as written by Tom Ice
Jackson picked his head up from his thoughts. Slightly startled, his first reaction was smiling at the boy who’d sat across the bonfire pit from him. Lean and muscular, the stranger was, although Jackson wasn’t interested in admitting it to himself, attractive. He had surprisingly green eyes. That was one of the first things that struck Jackson. The second was much more interesting; this was probably the first other gay male he’d ever met. Jackson’s smile grew, his hand resting comfortably on his PSP stowed in his pocket. He ran the other hand through his dark hair, red-brown eyes surveying the boy across from him one more time before answering the question.
“Same reason as you, I bet. Y’know. Bein’ gay. That kinda thing. Grandparents being total douchecanoes about that shit,” he said, comfortably adjusting his glasses. He extended a hand across the empty fire pit to Christopher. “Hi. I’m Jackson Abbey. Jack Abbey’s shorter, though. And my friends call me Jack Abbey. So you’re totally allowed to call me that. I mean. Us queers’ve gotta stick together, right?”


Madoka looked up toward the new pink haired resident of her cabin with a slight smile. She slowly lowered herself from the top bunk and, ignoring the boyish maybe-girl who had taken the farthest bunk from her own (he/she/it obviously didn’t want anything to do with her, so she’d leave it be), walked over to look the girl over. She had bright pink hair, obviously not natural, but there was something behind her glasses. Madoka could tell that the girl was nervous. Shy.
While not outspoken, Madoka was one to help out those in need. And she knew this camp back to front. It was about time she stood up for her fellow failures to conform to sexuality norms.
Her voice was quiet, polite.
“Hello and welcome to Hope Cabin. My name is Madoka. I am a cabin-mate of yours. If there is anything you need, you know where to find me, I presume.”


With the two girls talking in his cabin, Caleb figured he’d fare better outside in the warm, but not unpleasantly hot, air. He’d be mistaken as a girl less often, that was for sure. He found himself wandering a little, watching newcomers to the camp. Wondering what their sexualities were. What their histories were.
He honestly wondered the first one about himself. He’d never dated anyone. But he’d had romantic feelings for an online friend of his once. That was the closest he’d ever come to romance. And he’d never talked to him about it. The friend was none the wiser, still, and they still talked, but the crush had long since faded. He hummed softly to himself, continuing to people watch, less nervous now that there wasn’t much chance of anyone looking at him.
Softly, he began to sing to himself. Just a lyric here or there in the song he’d begun humming. The ones he could remember. It died in his throat after a few moments, though, and he looked at his cell phone. It was half past five. The scheduled assembly would start soon and they’d figure out what would happen this summer.
He just hoped he didn’t have to talk to anyone. He clutched his white board tight to his chest, cast his big blue eyes back to the stream of new campers, trying to figure out their stories in his head.

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Character Portrait: Madoka Fujikage Character Portrait: Jackson Abbey Character Portrait: Caleb Rutherford Character Portrait: Josh Anderson
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#, as written by Tom Ice
Jackson appraised Josh's smile with a small one of his own. He nodded briskly over at him. "Jack Abbey. I figure we're gonna be cabin mates or some shit?" He would have smiled wider at the prospect of having a cute boy in his cabin but honestly, Jacksonwwasn't really into the whole flamboyant type. Flamboyants tended to be so feminine it was ridiculous, and while Jackson did prefer holding dominance in his relationship, he didn't want to do it over something that was pretty much a girl with a dick. And flamboyants were often just pushing themselves to be as feminine as they could be without going tranny, or that's what Jackson thought. Yes, they were gay, but gayness didn't make them any better than anyone else. Jack Abbey shook his head and looked Josh straight in the eye.
"Do you like videogames? Also, what's your last name?" Jack Abbey had a tendency to file people in his mind under their first name or nickname and their last one. He just felt it more proper. He was already calling that attractive boy from earlier Chris Hart in his head. Things like that, they just filed right in his mind, that was all.


Caleb sighed and stood, anxiety washing over him as he realized he needed to actually get up and talk to people. His throat closed to sound once again as he walked toward the entrance of his cabin, the female side. He pushed through the door, head down. Madoka was inside, on her bunk. He looked up at her.
"Hello there," she said, a softly maternal smile sliding over her lips. He looked down at his whiteboard.
'hi. i'm CAleB rutherford."
Madoka just gave him a displeased look as she squinted at the board and he nodded, a little downtrodden that his first attempt at socialization in a while had been completely struck down. He turned and left the cabin again, sitting on the step out front of it, watching people again, anxiety flickering between his eyes.

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Character Portrait: Madoka Fujikage Character Portrait: Caleb Rutherford Character Portrait: Jakob Halkoom
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#, as written by Tom Ice
Caleb jumped at the announcement, startled, but he quickly scurried toward the auditorium, head down, white board clutched close to his chest. He sat a few seets away from a strangely grey-haired boy. He pulled out his cell phone, trying to look busy to avoid conversation because despite seeking it all afternoon, the rejection had been just a tad too potent and he preferred not to be rejected for conversation again. His throat had closed to sounds anyway, seeing how scared to talk he was at the moment, and his mutism was acting up again. He just kept his head down, clicking at a blank screen on his phone.


Madoka sighed, pulling herself from sitting on her bed and landing lightly on her feet on the floor from her top bunk. She slowly made her way towards the auditorium,finding it easily and sitting front and center. Attentive and quiet as always, despite the fact that the assembly wouldn't start for a little while.