Caleb St. Clair (ex_viridesce61) wrote in meminisse, @ 2011-08-10 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: caleb, character: vincent, post: thread |
and your trunk of returnables is weighing your convertible down
Who: Caleb et Vincent
Where: Vault Records
When: August 10, around 3 PM
What: An introductory meeting; let's say rated 'careful' for work due to my and Caleb's inevitable profanity.
The opening of a new semester always means a kick-up in business for Caleb, and not just necessarily from Marrowston's surrounding area. Hauling one's ass to or from Whitecliff is ...exactly that, a haul, and so most of its university populace get their product a bit more locally, but--word of mouth is still the most effective advertising, he's discovered, legality or none. Ergo: word travels, and he has enough regular customers to make the trip worthwhile around once a week (or sometimes twice) before classes get back into session.
This conveniently also heralds a trip to Vault Records; sometimes he finds nothing, sometimes he finds long-lost gems from his youth (or ...you know, anything from up to about two years ago) and on occasion just patently weird shit that he of course enjoys bringing back to the boarding house or dorm to inflict on Freddy. Thus on this very early afternoon, late summer and muggy as syrup, he's picking idly through the 'Just In!' rack, which is an interesting misnomer, Common steadily deafening him through a pair of earbuds. As is his wont he looks slightly sleepy and a little too heavily dressed for the weather; the unknowing observer might think he's not paying attention to his surroundings.
But don't let that fool you. :D