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Caleb Smith

"I like to think I can make a difference in the world if I work hard enough."

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a character in “Time is Running Out”, as played by Zoey26123

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"Sometimes it's better to approach with words rather than weapons."




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ImageN A M E
Caleb Lucian Smith

N I C K N A M E
CC - His younger sister used to call him that when she was still alive, hasn't been called that in years

G E N D E R
Male

A G E
17

N A T I O N A L I T Y
American

A L L I A N C E
Phoenix

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

"I'm glad models aren't around anymore, it lets people like me not feel so self conscious."


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5'10"

W E I G H T
150 lbs.

H A I R C O L O U R
Dark Brown

E Y E C O L O U R
Coffee Brown

S K I N T O N E
Tan during the summer, white during the winter

G E N E R A L__A P P E A R A N C E
Caleb has dark brown hair that appears unkept however many times he tries to comb it out with his fingers. Caleb has almond shaped eyes that are a coffee brown. He has long lashes that he thinks are feminine. Caleb's eyes are pretty bad and require him to wear glasses in order to see more than three feet away clearly. Caleb stands around 5'10" and weighs around 150 lbs. Caleb is lean and has a few muscles though they aren't pronounced unless in use which is only when he works out for fun.

"I try to be nice, but sometimes nice isn't always an option, even if I wish it was."


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{Thoughtful, Charismatic, Brave, "Selective intelligence", Bashful}
Caleb is thoughtful towards other people, wanting to help others be happy in any way he can as often as he can. Caleb likes to think of others first though he won't do anything for someone if he is against it or doesn't want to, he chooses to be helpful. Caleb is a great talker and has the ability to make anything sound nice to anyone should he know enough about them to appeal to them. Caleb is brave though he doesn't think so. He will stand up for what he believes in even if he stands alone and doesn't care what others think of him so long as those he really cares about are still around to care about him. He has what has been called "selective intelligence" in the way that he may do something stupid on occasion as he sees it as the best and only course of action. He can also do some really smart things as that is one option he has to work with. Caleb doesn't think he's good enough for anything and constantly worries about messing stuff up when he is assigned to them even though he is a perfectionist.


"I sometimes hate myself for some things but love other parts for other things."


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L I K E S
β–²Talking β–²Listening β–²Watching β–²Soda β–²Maps β–²The smell of perfume β–²Feeling Helpful
β–²Lack of parental control β–²Hot food
β–²The idea of contacts β–²Walking β–²Working out
β–²The ideas of his group β–²Comfortable beds
β–²Long Naps β–²Compromises β–²Missions
β–²Being Included β–²Learning β–²Reading


D I S L I K E S
β–ΌFighting β–ΌKilling β–ΌHis Medicine β–ΌPanic Attacks β–ΌWeapons β–ΌBlood β–ΌFeeling Hopeless
β–ΌLife without electricity β–ΌCold food
β–ΌHaving to wear glasses β–ΌRunning β–ΌHiding
β–ΌThe Maniacs β–ΌThe Youngblood ideas
β–ΌThe name of his group β–ΌSmall rooms
β–ΌDoing something that's not important
β–ΌBeing talked over β–ΌBeing Ignored
β–ΌThe color yellow


Q U I R K S
  • Finger Tapping - Whether Caleb is sitting in his room reading, sitting in a meeting, or doing something extremely important, he can be found tapping his fingers. He can't sit still for too long without some kind of movement, so tapping his fingers is the way for him to go.
  • Perfectionist - Caleb is a perfectionist in the way nothing is left undone. He feels the need to finish everything that he starts, perfectly. He is very good about finishing everything even if he's told what he's doing is worthless and should be left alone.
  • Panic Disorder - Caleb has a panic disorder where he may feel safe or appear safe in a surrounding, but is overcome with intense fear that something bad will happen to him or those around him that he cares for. They can also come when everything catches up to him or his situation is desperate. In the middle of something, he usually can hold it off though he does start showing symptoms. Caleb has to take medication to stop the symptoms though he can't stop shaking for a certain amount of time.


S K I L L S
  • Keeping/Appearing calm - In stressful situations, Caleb is very good about not having panic attacks. He won't do anything rash or stupid right away, instead, thinking it through until it is obvious that if he doesn't do something rash and stupid, things will end badly.
  • Working things out - Caleb is able to think things through quickly and efficiently for the most part. He thinks ahead, planning everything out in his head and working everything out before taking action.
  • Listening - When someone needs an ear to talk to and possibly some advice, Caleb listens and does not interrupt except to ask questions. He's very good about not sharing secrets and is always happy to lend a hand to someone with something weighing them down.
  • Charisma - Being a diplomat, Caleb is very good about talking to people and doing it in a way that makes them feel good about themselves and makes what Caleb is offering sound even better.
  • Resourceful - When he's in a tight situation, which has happened more than once, Caleb can find what he needs by scrounging and can survive with what he has, for the most part.


"I'm a really good listener and an even better compromiser, if that's a word."


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Dylan O'Brien

Writer
Zoey26123


So begins...

Caleb Smith's Story

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New York, New York


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As the city taken apart by the third world war progresses, factions build, relationships crumble, and being silenced is a constant fear. Each faction vies for the chance to be in charge, to be heard. In order to do so, the highest ups are put into situations where they must make decisions that can change themselves and the world. The people of New York City know something is coming and they know if they aren't careful, they can be caught in the crossfire.

The city's electricity is scarce, found only by the wealthiest who can afford the gasoline needed to run their generators. Everyone else is forced to use precious batteries and candles in order to see at night. Radios are a common form of communication because of the ability to use batteries, clothing and needed items are scavenged in the abandoned stores that occasionally line side streets of NYC. Money is hard to come by unless one has a job. Clothing stores no longer receive shipments as all gasoline for cars/trucks has been forbidden by most factions in order to save it for the electricity provides though of course, there are the few who bend the rules.

Though WW3 ravages the outside world, New York City has it's own problems to fear as it works out a dangerous battle of power, done by the three most prominent factions, the Youngbloods, Maniacs, and Phoenixes. Those who are extremely dedicated risk everything and in the end, blood can't help but be spilled.

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Caleb opened his eyes to the light coming into his window. He looked over at his battery run alarm clock, knowing it was probably a waste to have one, but feeling the need to know the time of the day. It gave him a peaceful feeling. Sitting up, he rubbed his face, his eyes, then his neck. He felt tired yet relaxed and smiled at the wall facing him. Nothing was on it, it just made him happy to see a part of his life that was always consistent. The wall he always woke up to see in the morning, and stare at until he decided it was probably time to start his day.

Standing, Caleb pulled on a pair of jeans and a black jacket over his white shirt. He remembered a movie his mom once watched with him, of a bunch of guys in similar getup. It was called Grease... wasn't it? He sat down on his bed, looking down at his boots, not really wanting to exert the effort right away but sighing as he reached down and laced his shoes on. Standing, he grabbed his bag that held notes and slung it over his shoulder, grabbing the map he had been studying late at night, then his book he had read even later into the night. Caleb nearly forgot his glasses as he started walking out of his room, then noticed the doorknob was extremely fuzzy. Sighing, he turns, grabbing them of his nightstand before going.



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Walking out of his room, Caleb walked down the hallway, still feeling really out of it. He took the stairs up to the offices and walked into his only to drop his stuff onto the counter rather unceremoniously before sitting in his chair. He wondered what he'd be doing for the day. Only then did he remember that he hadn't had breakfast and was starting to grow slightly hungry. He shrugged it off inwardly, realizing he was too sleepy to get up and find whoever was giving out the food that day in Freedom Tower. Leaning back in his seat, he started spinning around. He loved his rolling chair. He tapped out some random tune with his fingers on the arms of his chair, letting his thoughts wander.

What could he do to feel productive? He could go out and try to find some information, but he wasn't likely to be able to protect himself if he needed to. Caleb hated that he couldn't do that but knew he would have to do a lot of training in order to make any difference in the Phoenixes physical work. He spun in circles, slightly slower upon starting to get dizzy. Caleb tilts his head back and closes his eyes, knowing he couldn't possibly go to sleep again after his thoughts already drifted to work.

Caleb stopped his spinning and took to looking at the nearby map. He had been searching for possible locations of the Maniacs but had yet to come up with anything. It was beginning to frustrate him. The United Nations buildings were already in ruins, Empire state building was taken by the Youngbloods, and there were hundreds, possibly thousands, of buildings standing in New York City. He knew they'd never be able to check every building before James was killed or too far gone to be James anymore.

Caleb sighed, slipping his glasses off and running his hands through his hair before replacing his glasses and looking down again. He made four marks with a red pen, hoping to try the old landmarks tourists visited New York for. He'd go check them out in his spare time, possibly bring Stella, then report back to her if she didn't join him.

He wondered if he had a meeting that day... What they'd talk about. Possibly about what to do to help people, to take down the Youngbloods, or finally the topic of the rescue plan Caleb was sure Edward was coming up with in order to help James out.

James looked at his desk, suddenly looking for a distraction yet again. His eyes settled on a photo he had taped to his window. His mother, father, and a younger version of himself were both staring at him with a smile. He smiled back briefly, then looked out at New York, his wanting a distraction was working as he looked out at the city he loved, a smile growing more by the second.

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Gert opened his eyes to see a man caring a young kid with a knife to the kids throat. The man had slowly backing away when his arm nocked into the side of a doorway cutting the kids throat. Blood sprayed all over Gert, and in a panic the man throw the child at him. Catching the child whose blood was still spraying out, Gert looked the kid directly in the eyes as the life slowly drained from his body. As this ways going on a person sitting on the ground near him moved toward a door on the other side of the room. With the sudden movement and the panic the man, who had been holding the kid, quickly drew a pistol and gunned the person down. At the sound of gun fire Gert looked up and saw the body of a teenage girl holding a dead infant. The man with the gun started muttering, "I... I didn't mean it. This wasn't suppose to happen. I'm... I'm so so sorry." Then looked up at Gert with a sad hurt look and putting his gun to his head said, "I'm so sorry my friend, forgive me." BANG!! One gun shot and the feel of blood splattering on his face.
Gert woke up covered in sweat again. He sat up and turned so his feet hung off the side and rested his face in his hands. After he had spent a little while trying to clear the horrid images from his mind, he wiped his face with the towel he keeps next to his bed just for this. Then got started on his normal morning routine, which starts off with a warm up of 3 minutes of stairs, one minute of pushups and curl-ups, followed by a few quick stretches. Took a look around his room before going for a run, he ran up a few floors saying hi to everyone he saw. Looked into the offices, were he spotted Caleb looking out the window. Stopped and thought it would be fun to sneak up on him but decided to just walk in. With a slight German accent, "Hey brother. How are you this morning?" Took a deep breath, "Look, pending on what's goin' on this mornin' I'm going out to..." He trailed off as he looked around and took an other deep breath, "look for parts for my bike and maybe get some supplies, if you want to come."

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Stella awoke that morning out of recurring dream, like always, where she finally got to rescue James. This time, however, it was oddly different. Stella wasn't herself in the dream. She didn't know who she was, but she knew she wasn't herself... all she could remember was long blonde hair, and piercing brown eyes.

Arabella.

The pure thought of her made Stella sick to her stomach.

Stella laid in her makeshift bed for a few moments before pulling herself to her feet. It was evident to see that Stella had tossed and turned all night, due to her tangled hair and disheveled clothes. Stella sighed under her breath and found her way to the shower, peeling off her bed clothes. The water was cold due to blackout and no water heater, but Stella had pretty much gotten used to taking cold showers. They were quick and most of all, they woke her up.
Stella got out of the shower and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans- something she'd grown accustomed to wearing- and tied her hair up into a ponytail.

Today was the day that she was going to try and reveal a plan to Caleb. Today was the day that she was getting down to business.

It'd been two weeks since James got captured by the Maniacs, and Stella could hardly stand the fact that James wasn't back already. Stella glanced in the mirror before she headed down the hallway and up the stairs to the offices.
Caleb was bound to be up there somewhere.

Stella passed by the empty rooms before spotting Caleb rolling away in his rolling chair. She nearly laughed at the sigh tof him.
"Morning C." Stella said softly, then she spotted Gert at the front of the room. Stella nodded slightly at him. Gert was Edmund's right-hand, but she didn't really know much about him.

Stella looked back at Caleb and motioned for him, "Do you have a second?" Stella asked softly.

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Caleb looked away from his window, catching sight of Gert as he entered the room. Caleb spun around to face his friend, smiling a little. "Hey Gert, I am rather sleepy and hungry. How are you?" Caleb asked in response as he picked up a nearby rubix cube he had found when he had pillaged the Toys R Us in Times Square. Caleb considered Gert's offer. Did he want to get out and go look for possible places James was? Yes, did he really want to do it alone with Gert? Maybe not so much. He thought the guy was cool, but it sometimes got awkward between the two.


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Caleb was about to respond when he caught sight of Stella. "Oh, hey Stell. Yeah, I got a sec," Caleb says as he stands, tossing his rubix cube in his comfortable leather chair. "Sorry Gert, I'm supposed to work on finding a way to contact the Youngbloods to give them our new offers without getting people killed," Caleb said apologetically. He didn't want to seem like he was just trying to avoid Gert, but he really wasn't all that into bikes, and he really did need to figure out a way to get a hold of Winston before the Youngbloods did something stupid again.

Caleb walked out of his office that he didn't like calling an office since he rarely did any work in there, preferring his room or the major meeting room. "What's up? Caleb asks, then notices the look on Stella's face. "Did something happen? Word about James come out?" Caleb asked, wondering why she didn't seem to happy.

Caleb leaned against the wall outside his office then thought maybe the conversation would be done better in private. He grabbed Stella's hand and brought her into his office, dropping her off by his guest chair, then putting his arm around Gert. "Hey man, we gotta talk in private. Stella's going through some emotional stuff, I gotta be her rock,"
Caleb says, more joking than anything, but also serious.

As soon as Gert was out, Caleb closed and locked the door silently. He moved back to his chair to sit. "Look, I've been trying to figure out where they took him. They might have a location set up in an old police station like the one by the United Nations Ruins. They'd already have cells built. Sorry..." Caleb knew he wasn't making anything better with him rambling and sounding so freaked out. color=teal]"Tell me what you wanted to tell me,"[/color] Caleb manages to state with a tiny smile that showed he was more concerned for Stella than anything else, even though he was concerned about James, greatly, too.

He adjusted in his chair, tapping his fingers on his desk without thinking as he did. He checked to make sure his medicine was on his desk, just in case the little tickling in his chest grew to be a sign of something bad. He breathed deeply, trying to stay calm though he knew it didn't appear as if he was doing a good job.