𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 // 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬

you cannot be blamed for that lack

[calxlucas]

Oh, look! It’s CALVIN "CAL" LUCAS! I heard they’re 41, a CIS MAN, use HE/HIS pronouns, have been in town for ONE YEAR and are actually from AMSTELVEEN, NOORD HOLLAND, THE NETHERLANDS. They are currently working as a FORENSIC PHOTOGRAPHER and living in POINT BREEZE. You know, I personally think they look like MICHIEL HUISMAN, but that’s crazy, right?

—  BASIC CHARACTERISTICS.

FULL NAME. calvin lucas. NICKNAME. cal. GENDER. cis male. HEIGHT. 6’0”. AGE & D.OB. 41. june 19, 1981. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. dutch, english, bulgarian, german, conversational russian, conversational italian. OTHER. dutch is his first language, however cal speaks english flawlessly—his accent often breaks through.

—  PHYSICAL  CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOR. dark brown, just below his ears, and typically pushed back. EYE COLOR. hazel, favoring greens and greys. SKIN TONE. limestone. BODY TYPE. athletic, with lean muscle. DOMINANT HAND. right. POSTURE. good, however cal slouches when he’s concentrating on something. SCARS. none worth noting. TATTOOS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). his eyes, well-groomed hair and beard, and his shapely jaw.

—   MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS & PERSONALITY.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY. the head of compartmentalizing. cal has been marked and forged by unaddressed trauma from his childhood that he’s essentially forced himself to forget. cal is sarcastic and dismissive of serious conversations, unless it’s work-oriented, and tends to hide the more true aspects of his personality from most people. he appears incredibly well-put together, however. nobody would know there’s anything more to him than what he chooses to show. SOCIABILITY. 80/20 to social, but because he needs it to put on a facade of more conversational for work. for the most part, cal prefers to be alone and do things on his own, however he knows how to carry a conversation and is quite charming. POSITIVE TRAITS. charismatic, charming, dedicated, focused, independent, loyal, methodical, meticulous, observant, precise. NEGATIVE TRAITS. aggressive, blunt, boyish, deceitful, faithless, irascible, narcissistic, sarcastic, scheming, venomous. HOBBIES. collecting and reading graphic novels, creating and mastering synthwave, swimming, photography, people watching. HABITS. licking his lips before speaking, but cal has also been noted to palm at his mouth and beard when in reflection. finally, cal has been noted to push his hair back and out of his face with his fingers quite often. LABEL. type 5 - the investigator. MBTI. estj-a - the executive. TEMPERAMENT. melancholic. ELEMENT. air.

—  ADULT  LIFE.

OCCUPATION. crime scene / forensic photographer. CURRENT RESIDENCE. point breeze, three bedroom house. CLOSE FRIENDS. tba. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. officially single (he’s never been in a formal relationship), but in love with mila minkova for around 20 years. FINANCIAL STATUS. very well-off. VICES. coffee, the occasional cigarette, social drinking.

—   SEX  &  ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. grey-romantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. he’s never involved himself in a long-term, dynamic relationship to discover his emotional role. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. switch, however he typically fills a more dominant role in past flings. LIBIDO. slightly higher than average. he’s aware of his wants and fulfills them whenever they arise.

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maddy-taylor​:

Maddy grinned as a fellow officer came over at that moment. “You’re right, that was Officer Davis here that bitched me out for never tasting pumpkin spice…” At his name, the officer reached over to grab one of the pumpkin flavored lattes before he shrugged and walked away from them. “What an ass.” She mumbled under her breath then turned to Cal. “You don’t owe me nothing, Mr. Lucas, good sir. I purchased these yummies for us to enjoy on my own dime.” Maddy explained, shaking her head when he started to reach for his wallet. “Seriously, Cal, I’m good.” She merely added, fully intending on not taking any money from the man. “Oh, you’re right, that salted caramel sounds pretty tempting. But, I’m a bitch for anything apple so… that apple cinnamon danish is sorta calling my name.”

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      “ I can appreciate that. ” Cal nodded, slipping one of the treats into his mouth right after and letting the balance between sweet-savory linger on his tongue before chewing. When Davis wandered over his own brow quirked, though the hard way Cal stared at him as he plucked at one of the drinks suggested he was sizing the officer up ---a clean pause in his conversation with Maddy something practiced from years of misbehaving and having eaves dropped in the middle of sensitive conversations. When the interloper moved on he unfroze, though didn’t blink until Davis had cleared the corner. In a snap his attention shifted back to his company and his expression shifted easily to something more conversational and pleasant overall. “ Oh, I’m definitely going for the danish at some point, too. These goodies won’t last until lunch. I’m a bottomless pit for sweet things. It’s always been my Achilles Heel. ” And at her insistence he rose his hands, throwing in the proverbial towel with one last say, “ I’ll pay for next, then. No argument. ”

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tabithadyer​:

Tabitha found Cal to be a very interesting person, and she had enjoyed getting to know him. Meeting people was the best part of her job, and for some reason, she was just able to vibe and understand them well. “Right? It’s starting to get chilly outside and I don’t know how I feel about it. I hate jackets,” she cringed. “It’s going well, thanks for asking. We’ve been busy but you picked a good time to come in because the rush just died down.” Hearing his order, she nodded. “Black coffee, a dash of sugar. You got it. Anything else or will that be it for now?” She asked, not needing to write that down. Even with more complex orders she didn’t really have to. 

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      Settling in Bridgeport had been an absolutely different change of pace. At first Cal had a hard time figuring out what to do ---he was too used to needing to consistently move his hands, to being told what he needed to do, how, when ... living by his own standards was a stark difference, but he’d begun to adjust. People started knowing him here, remembered his name, attempted to incorporate him into their lives as if he weren’t still an outsider that came by just over a year prior. It was strange, that sort of connect. But he didn’t resist it, or question it ... like water, he flowed. 

      “ You know ... plate of bacon? ” One brow quirked, interest in the food as if he hadn’t just brought it up himself, as if he needed to consider it a little more (though his mind was set) in the little detail. “ Maybe, if you’re not too busy, you can keep me company when you get back. ”

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minkova​:

she knew he had always had a truck. it was a point of difference from the other men in her life, something that made him seem more grounded than the likes of others. he had money, yet he didn’t flaunt it. he didn’t spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a car that didn’t serve his needs. it was nothing against people who liked cars, mila herself fell into that category and her home back on the east coast housed more cars than she would ever need, even here she had a couple; one for driving the kids and dogs around, the other was more just for her own desire. the tacoma in question, cal’s tacoma, was one that she always felt a little easier seeing come around the corner. it was a sign of comfort and safety all because it was his.

“Ah yes. i’ve been told i have to dress the same. But seeing as she changed the costume idea on me at the last moment, I don’t have anything appropriate for family trick or treating available. Might have to stop off somewhere in town and see if I can find something a little more disney.” after a brief eyeroll (something that happened a lot in cal’s company) Mila’s lips straightened into a line as her sea-glass eyes looked back at him, eyes slipping over the new specks of salt and pepper throughout facial hair for a moment, before drawing back to his eyes. “nothing gorey. and she will ask.” she pleaded, knowing he likely wouldn’t, but if freya pushed, who knew what would happen. Mila’s brows furrowed for a moment at his response, before she brushed it off with a smile. “I know I don’t have to, lucas. I thought it would be… nice to have some adult company and to say thank you to enduring whatever my daughter puts you through. hell, I could even get a sitter and we could go to an actual bar!”

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      The proof of Cal’s wealth had been sold when he backed away from his former life and purchased his (in his opinion) modest home in Bridgeport. The remnants of his Mulholland Drive house, all glass which sat atop a private hill overlooking the rest of the drive, were in boxes in the spare bedroom that had yet to be turned into anything at all. At times he found himself longing for the private nature of it all ... the one place nobody else either knew ab out or had a standing invitation to, adorned with the private photos of the people he considered himself close to ... had affection for. Life-stages of his friendship with Aleksandr Pavlov, of Mila throughout the years (both of her weddings, the birth of her children), the life-stages of those children as they grew from little beans to tiny people, and in one case into a whole adult of his own. Little chapters of Cal’s life that he documented and cherished quietly, packed neatly into boxes that had been stacked even neater than that ... the last remnants of an opulent life that had never been flaunted, even when it was present. The surprising layers of Cal remained buried now, save to those who knew how or where to look.

      “ I know better than to bring your kid to a tragic crime scene, Mila. Give me more credit than that. ” He couldn’t blame her. He’d been the cause of more than one tragic crime scene in days past, and in any other instance the warning was warranted. If Cal was a more sensitive person he might have been insulted, but instead he rolled his eyes and swallowed a mouthful of coffee. “ Adult company? You’re making it sound filthy. But. I won’t say no to a drink or two if you’re insisting. ” He mused at Freya in the close distance, bee-lining for a pumpkin almost her height but said nothing in lieu of Mila noticing it on her own. “ And you are insisting. So sure. Just let me know when and where. ”

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@minkova

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tabithadyer​:

Starter for: @calxlucas​

Where: Lighthouse Cafe

Tabitha was a couple of hours into her shift at the cafe when she spotted a familiar face. She had gotten to know Cal a bit from the times he had been in the cafe, and their paths had crossed in different places a few times since then. “I got this one,” she told one of her servers before she headed over to his table. “Hey, what can I get for you today, Cal?” Tabitha asked, a smile on her facial features. “Are you having a nice day so far?” She had time for some small talk and whatnot. The cafe wasn’t too busy, which meant for a nice little break. 

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      There were a few places in Bridgeport that he’d become accustomed to as a means to get away. Whether or not Cal could easily sink into the background and fade among the faces if it were busy, or sit in a quieter setting with the quiet din of only a few patrons, the Lighthouse Café had become the first and favorite of those little havens. Too often he sat with his MacBook open to continue color balancing and overall correcting hobby photos (never work photos) in a little corner, sipping away at a cup of coffee until it began to darken in the world outside. Today would be one such day, the pleasant fall atmosphere making it all the more welcoming to his attempts.

      He’d found a quiet sort of kinship with Tabitha, though over his one year here they were little more than acquaintances. He couldn’t quite place it ---the something similar between them that had a silent sort of understanding. In too many instances, when faced with socializing, he felt himself brace inwardly, remember the practiced mannerisms of being a person ... it came more naturally with Tabitha. He appreciated her approach. “Oh, hey Tabitha. ” Eyes shifted from the screen of his open Lightroom to her features and he offered her one of his more sincere smiles. “ It’s not so bad. Little colder than I’m used to lately, but I’ll live. Yours? ” A pause, as if he needed to consider what he’d order, “ Black coffee, little bit of sugar. Thank you. ”

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📲imessage. m&c

Mila: But that is how I solve most of my problems.

Mila: I am perfectly unclenched thank you. I was just being nice. something I'll refrain from doing in future

Mila: I also don't know what to get Marcus for his birthday so I'll need your ideas on that toot suite thanks.

Cal: You're not solving this one by thrusting it onto the shoulders of your 9-year-old.

Cal: You? Nice? I think you're fitting a little too easily into the suburban soccer mom stereotype. Where's that Bulgarian fire I know so well?

Cal: You know. The Mila that steps on people with heels.

Cal: Toot suite? Verzin je woorden? Het klinkt als tot ziens. What shit is he into now?

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📲Outgoing Text (Cal&Luca)

Luca: I have given up trying to understand the kids a long time ago to be honest.

Luca: It's a fate I have accepted.

Cal: Nothing wrong with accepting being an old fart.

Cal: Just makes it goals to be the hot old fart, I suppose.

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Outgoing Text

Anni: Oh, I know. You'd think working with the general public I'd have a better understanding of it, but I don't.

Anni: They make up words left and right but don't even care enough to use correct medical terminology. I don't understand it.

Cal: I've become accustomed to just nodding in agreement regardless of what's said.

Cal: Which I think works maybe half the time?

[henycavil]

MICHIEL HUISMAN 2015 | Elle Netherlands

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📲imessage. m&c

Mila: I guess I have to dress fancier now

Mila: I'll get Freya to tell you the details later. She's learning about that stuff at school.

Mila: In all seriousness, if you'd be more comfortable some place more casual, I'm happy for that also

Cal: No, I want to hear it from YOU. No copping out and shoving the responsibility on your child.

Cal: I'm fine wearing a suit. Unclench, you'll wind up making a pearl.

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📲imessage. m&c

Mila: You don't sound too happy about this...

Mila: ... you own a suit?

Mila: That isn't from a decade ago?

Mila: Would you like for me to explain to you how the human body works, calvin?

Cal: I own several suits, Ludmila.

Cal: Ha-ha.

Cal: Please, do. I'm just so very interested.

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📲imessage. m&c

Mila: you're not making this easy. Okay, well we'll go fancier.

Mila: dress nicely.

Mila: ... me? I like food.

Cal: This is fancy now?

Cal: Fine, I'll get a suit out.

Cal: And where does it all go?

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Outgoing Text

Cal: You know you're getting old when someone ten years younger than you starts a conversation that you can barely understand.

Cal: I can barely keep up with proper english on a good day, never mind the new vernacular.

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📲imessage. m&c

Mila: is that where you wanna go?

Mila:.. I mean I don't need food, snacks will work

Cal: I'm open to anything, really. You know I'm not picky.

Cal: Who snacks at a bar? Really?

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📲imessage (open)

Mila: what would be considered a decent bar around here?

Mila: It's been so incredibly long since I've been out for a drink. I feel so lame asking this.

Cal: Old Port Tavern is usually where I wind up when I want a drink.

Cal: But there's a bar & grille too if you want food.

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maddy-taylor​:

WHERE: Bridgeport Police Station, Downtown Bridgeport WHO: @calxlucas​

With hands full, Maddy bumped the station’s door open with her hip and walked through the front entrance with a nod to the front desk lady. A few other officers waved at her when she passed them. Her focus was on Calvin whom she left at her desk. “Alright, Cal, I got the goods.” She said in a low voice like she went out for drugs instead of baked goods. Honestly, she kept her voice low due to the fact that other officers would prounce on coffee and baked goods. It wasn’t just a stereotype. Maddy placed the box with the logo of Adina’s Bakery on the metal desk and the carrier with drinks from Lighthouse Cafe. “I made sure to get all the options for Fall baked goodies. There’s a few slices of a pumpkin roll, apple cinnamon danishes, salted caramel scones, and pumpkin spice biscottis. I think I went overboard, but you nearly bit my head off when I said I have never tried pumpkin spice stuff. Which leads to the two pumpkin spice lattes I got from the cafe. Now… What first?”

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      “ I think you have me mixed up with Officer Something ... ” His voice trailed off as he looked around for the uniform in question, one that came in every day loudly proclaiming how excited he was about the pumpkin spice coffees that went around. Cal enjoyed one or two during the season, but it was certainly a craze he hadn’t been on the bandwagon for ... ever. “ I mean, it’s nice to try. But biting your head off over it? Not me. ” His eyes followed along as she dumped the goodies down onto the desk, and carefully he maneuvered to the coffee to pluck one from the little carton they’d been carried in. “ What do I owe you? At least half. ” He was all for gestures in good faith, but there was no way he’d let Maddy spring for all of this alone ... it was too much. Free hand dipped into his back pocket to snag his wallet and once it was fished out he rested the back of his thighs against the desk - body behaving as a barricade against any onlookers. “ I’m going to go for the salted caramel scone first. Sounds the most palatable in the moment. ”