Caleb St. Cloud, Esq.

Caleb, 27. I'm not too sure what I want to be doing with my life, but I sure as hell don't want to be a lawyer. Closed RP for Helltown.

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“No, no...I’m fine. Seriously.” 

[aleciscaged-blog]

The sound of footsteps approaching his office was a surprise. The office was supposed to be closed, but Alec just couldn’t stop himself from working. It didn’t help that the front door was open, inviting anyone in. Keeping his occupied gaze on his laptop, he cleared his throat. “The office is s’posed to be closed, y’know.” Alec half-mumbled from behind the laptop screen. He looked up from the screen, “Oh well. Welcome to Cage Investigations, how can I help?”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

Caleb’s knuckles lingered hesitantly on the smooth wood of the door, his eyes scanning the room--caution penetrating his gaze. An undone tie hung loosely around his neck, white collared shirt unbuttoned and pulled open. “I um...” He began, taking a few steps into the office and slamming his fist into an open palm. “I need you to find my brother.” 

[calebintheclouds-blog]

Caleb St. Cloud → Aesthetic

[alex-pettyfer-poland]

Alex & Frankie ❤ Gifs made by me.

[uniqueforeverr]

[frxgilebcnes]

“Suit yourself,” Ren chirped in a sing-song voice, rewarding him a charming grin as she parading into his house. She didn’t even bat an eye at the strangers home, twirling around and sitting down on their couch. “It’s not prostitution, prostitution means you’d be paying me for sex,” she explained, pulling her hand through thick blonde locks. “I’d be paying you in sex, it’s different; indirect prostitution if you will.” Ren then ran her palms over jean clad thighs, humming as she tilted her head. “I didn’t know that, but I do now, handsome. You’re a lawyer and I’m an angsty burden to society.” 

[calebintheclouds-blog]

Caleb cleared his throat as the shorter girl pushed past him through the threshold of his door. “Have a...” He began, slowly removing his hand from the doorframe, and turning around to see the girl making herself perfectly comfortable on his couch. “...seat.” He finished flatly, watching her with apprehensive eyes. “Wh-Why do you..? Why don’t you just get a regular job or something? This is dangerous. Prostitutes face a significantly higher rate of violence, abuse and murder. Do you really want to become a statistic?” He rambled on, allowing the lawyer in him to take the wheel for a few moments before he took a breath and stopped himself. “Is...Is someone forcing you into this? I can get you help, honey.” His tone took a softer, more sensitive timbre, eyes glistening with pleading sympathy as he gazed at the young blonde. 

[frxgilebcnes]

“I just want you to let me crash here, that’s it…I have a wad of cash and access to drugs and…” she waved a hand down as if to signal her body. “C’mon, help a girl out?”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“No!” He exclaimed, face contorting in mild disgust. “Hell no!” He reiterated once more, hands raising in surrender. Drawing a deep sigh into his nose, Caleb looked upon the younger lady with sympathetic eyes. “I guess you can stay here.” He finally caved, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thoughtfully. “But I don’t  want anything from you. No...no drugs. And definitely no prostitution.  You know I’m a lawyer, right?” Truthfully,  he wanted to help the girl more than anything. 

[rccmimay-blog]

“Not in a flirty way?” she asked with a grin. “Nothing wrong with a little flirting, or is there?” She couldn’t help but notice the small blush appearing on his cheeks. Seeing an obviously older guy blushing made Roomi herself blush. “Roomi with an ‘M’.” she said a little more meekly “I know it’s a bit of an odd name. It also comes with very few nickname options. Like Roo.”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“I’m not really...you’re not...” He stumbled over his words, tongue twisting helplessly against his teeth. With a sigh, he paused and collected himself for a moment. “Not that--not that you don’t seem like a lovely girl or anything. But I’m not really looking at the moment.” Nice, Caleb. “O-Oh my god. I’m so sorry. That’s...really embarrassing.  Roomi. Roomiroomiroomi.” He repeated the name quickly to engrave its feel onto his tongue, and avoid another catastrophe. “If you want to call me Jaleb or Calen or something now, that’s totally fine.”  

[s3thjones-blog]

Seth began to dig around in his bag for the needed tools. Hands feeling around the jumbled mess pulling out a swab and a few, slightly, crumpled papers. “You actually don’t need to spit anywhere. You just need to say ‘Ahh’ while I swab around your mouth with this.” he said holding up the swap and its cylinder giving it a little shake. “I hope you don’t have a gag reflex.”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

Caleb’s eyes widened at the sight of the little vial, gnawing on his lip apprehensively. “I, uh--” He began. “Yeah, alright.” He finally shrugged, opening his arms and taking a step towards the redhead. “Swab me.” He chuckled, opening his mouth obediently and making strange, guttural noises. 

[rccmimay-blog]

She let out a small giggle as he countered their playful chatter. It had been awhile since she had this much fun with a stranger. Her smile switched to a look of subtle surprise. “You want to buy me a drink?” she asked with a grin, “I’m not going to say no. Though it was me who caused you trouble.” She watched as the bartender made his way over. “Just another one of these thanks.” she asked politely before turning to the other and held out a hand. “Roomi, Roomi May.”  

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Not like... in a flirty way or anything.” He assured her quickly, his cheeks acquiring a rosy glow. “Just...as friends. If we are friends. It’s...it’s a friendly gesture.” Smooth.  “I’ll, uh--I’ll take a Sam Adams, please.” Caleb nodded towards the  bartender with a clearing of his throat, trying to regain at least a sliver of composure. “Rooni.” He repeated, the corners of his lips curling upwards. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rooni. Caleb St. Cloud.” Grabbing her hand, he gave it a gentle shake. 

[s3thjones-blog]

“You wond me.” he smirked before starting to shuffle through his bag for his phone. He needed to text his partner. “It’s just to add another sample for my dissertation, hopefully you have a dormant cold virus or something.”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He nodded, his  words laced with sarcasm. Truthfully, he wasn’t to knowledgeable in all that sciency stuff. He’s certainly more well-versed in history than histology. “I probably have a ton of those. I was just sick last week.” He smiled goofily, trying to contribute something relevant. “Where, um...where do I spit, Doc?”

[fromchessywithlove]

“Hey, you’re a defense attorney and I took criminal psychology last summer, people have different hobbies.” She stated, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. Ileana was quite surprised that he was still speaking to her, having expected him to be halfway out the door by now. “That sixteen thing is a myth!” She quickly argued, “At least, doesn’t happen for most. My mother never learned, she had no money for a car and therefore didn’t see the use in learning. And my dad is a very busy man— an army sargeant.” A sigh blew past her lips, her current approach to the subject obviously not working quite well. “I-I’ll pay you! Not much, I will admit, but it’s something… 20 dollars an hour? Or maybe I could teach you a bit of criminal psychology? Maybe even both!” Her eyes were hopeful, though her smile weak.

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Fair enough.” He nodded gently, raising his hands in surrender. He listened thoughtfully and without interruption as she spoke, his eyes still gleaming with hesitation. “Oh, so you’re an army brat.” He observed, a friendly chuckle escaping his lips.”20 bucks an hour?” He echoed, nodded his head slowly and peering at her through narrowed eyes. His words were laced with contemplation, jaw tightening as he thought about it. It wasn’t like he really needed the cash, but he also had a hard time saying no. Kindness is the gift that keeps giving, right? “Yeah, whatever. I’ll do it.” He sighed, his lips curling into a friendly grin. “I, uh--I’ve got nothing better to do. Why not?” Shrugging, her dug a set of keys out of his back pocket and tossed them towards her. “Have you at least been behind the wheel before?”

[rccmimay-blog]

She leaned foreward resting her chin on her hand. “The office? Well it was the usual. That awful woman from accounting, you know Debra, had it in with Macy again.” She tilted her head eyeing the creep in the mirror watching as he slowly paid his bill and sulked out of the place. With a sigh she relaxed and looked over towards the stranger gratefully. “Sorry for that short awkward conversation. You were a real savior. Anything I can do to repay you?”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Jesus, Debra. That woman is an animal, I’m tellin’ you. The worst.” A friendly chuckle escaped his lips as Caleb propped his elbow up on the bar and leaned into it. His gaze also followed the perp diligently making sure to give him the meanest glare he could muster. It took significant self control not to let out a cheer at his departure, instead keeping his celebration within the confines of his consciousness. “Oh, really, it’s no problem.” He assured her with an encouraging nod. “You owe me nothing. Seriously.” His words were soft and sincere. “Well, actually...” He began, eyes lighting up with intrigue.”You could let me buy you a drink? As a kind of apology for my...everything.” With a gentle chuckle, he flagged down the bartender with a wave of his hand. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

[fromchessywithlove]

She almost winced at his bluntness, the fact that he believed her to be a minor quite unnerving as well. (Was she that tiny?) “Actually,” she began, “I am of age, due to be nineteen in February. Meaning I am responsible for my own actions and am to accept the consequences of my decisions.” Her small hand moved to attempt to tame her dark locks, “Additionally, a killer would never say that.” She pointed out, “It’s usually the adrenaline rush of murdering that they seek, and telling the victim what they were to do before they were close to doing so wouldn’t be very satisfying.”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Nineteen.” He echoed, inhaling sharply and shifting his gaze to the ceiling. The girl was almost a decade younger than him. “You certainly know a lot about criminal psychology.” He mused, a chuckle escaping his lips. “You obviously know more than I do...and I’m a defense attorney.” He couldn’t help but laugh. He really was a shitty lawyer. “Why do you want to learn how to drive anyways? You didn’t learn when you were 16 like everyone else?”

[s3thjones-blog]

“Are you saying Christina Hendricks and I are not sexy? I think you sir are blind.” he then turned to look over at the other. “Do I look like I have money to offer? I’m a struggling science major”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you Christina Hendricks.” A smirk played across his lips. “And, uh, sure. I guess you can have some of my spit. But you owe me. What’s it for again?”

[calebintheclouds-blog]

rccmimay:

She watched the other carefully, be seemed almost embaressed. Her lips twitched into a smirk at the word ‘babe’. She almost couldn’t contain her laughter as she leaned a little into him and whispered. “You really don’t have to try that hard. Just be natural. ” she chuckled giving his hand a playful pat before leaning away slightly and giving her drink a small sip. “So how was your day?”

Caleb nodded sheepishly, clearing his throat and un-snaking his arm from around her shoulders. Clearly, he wasn’t exactly a ‘ladies man’. “My day? It was good. Long day at the firm, but I powered through.” He nodded, a polite smile tugging at his lips. This was certainly easier--just like talking to a friend. “What about you, darlin’? Did you have a nice day at the, uh, office?” 

[alex-pettyfer-poland]

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