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[center][h3]Roddy Callahan - 2017[/h3][/center]
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[center]The war of the words between Elaine and Kaitlin had left Roddy at a loss for words, not unusual for a man who on average speaks about two hundred a day compared to every other living who speaks in the hundreds of thousands. Any outsider looking in could easily see the distain between the two women, in fact he was pretty sure he saw smoke coming out of his wife’s ears at one point. In hindsight he realised that the photo of Ingrid had the opposite effect than he desired and he would probably pay for his transgression later. It was fine, Roddy had developed a thick skin and could take it, not that he ever wanted to use his Luke Cage like ability however. Being with Lanie over the past few years, he had learned how to share the emotions that caused him great pain as well as great joy. She had saved him from himself and he would be forever grateful for that. It was just the day, just this horrible day that was transporting them all back to their sixteen year old selves. Problem was, their sixteen year old selves barely even spoke.

Before Rod could say (or not say) any more, Kaitlin interjected with a hurried goodbye. A safe play on her part. [color=green]”Oh yeah”[/color] He offered up a half smile and almost raised a hand to wave goodbye but decided against it. [color=green]”See you around, Kait”[/color] He breathed out a sigh from his nose and then turned his attention to his wife whom stood beside him with a ten year old rage burning in her big blue eyes. [color=green]”Damn it, Lanie. Let’s go get the kid. We’ll take my car, I’ll come back and get yours later”[/color] 

Rod didn’t need to make any more trouble right now. In spite of the drama brewing between the two women, there was something else on the young firefighters mind. He was currently standing mere steps away from where Charlie Decker put a bullet him in his back. The pain was always there, every morning when he woke up and every night he went to sleep it was always there. Standing where he was, it felt like his back was becoming heavier by the second, as if like Atlas he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. His chest was becoming tighter and his breathing laboured. He didn’t want Lanie to know, it wasn’t something she needed to worry about. He offered a wave to Mr Beau who was off talking to other kids before heading out into the fresh air of the car park.

The drive to his parents house was a short one; the elder Callahan’s lived maybe ten minutes away from the school. They had bought that house the first year they were married and had never left, raising both of their boys within its walls. Trish Palmers family lived several doors down as did Kait’s parents. As they pulled into the drive, Rod’s eyes narrowed and looked at the porch where someone stood, holding his child in their arms. He turned to Lanie and then back to the porch. The man was tall, built like a brick shithouse with wavy brown hair not too dissimilar to Roddy but with a clean cut face and a very expensive suit.

[url=http://healthyceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/matt-bomer-height.jpg]”Francis?”[/url]

[color=silver]”Hey, little brother”[/color][/center]

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[center][h3]Roddy Callahan – 2006[/h3][/center]
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[center]Rod noticeably rolled his eyes at the approach of Decky and Lanie. He had hoped the school break would ease some of the tension and the big blow out that the girls had in the snow would have cooled things somewhat but judging by the looks on their faces, this was but a pipe dream. He could feel Kait’s nails digging into his arm, holding onto him for dear life as she herself did not know what to expect. He just had to roll with it, there really wasn’t any other choice.

Of course Kaitlin decided to make it into a big scene, making sure everyone around them could hear the argument that was about to happen. Rod was doing everything to keep his composure around Decky. As soon as he had heard about the knife back at sundance, he wanted to do nothing more than tear the kids head off but he knew he couldn’t, it would only cause more problems, plus from what he knew of Decky, the boy probably wouldn’t have used the knife, it was just a kneejerk reaction to scare Kait off. She was at as much fault as anyone but she was his friend and Rod had to value all the loyalty. 

[color=olive]”Look Callahan looks like he’s about to cry. What a fucking faggot”[/color] The jeering of Derek, whom had come to watch the show infuriated Roddy. 

He pulled away from Kaitlin and turned on his heel. [color=green]”I fucking told you O’Leary”[/color] With no other word, Rod headbutted Derek right between the eyes, opening up a cut above the football stars right eyebrow. Closing his fist, the amateur boxer threw a massive punch which hit Derek in the side of his face. The ringing in Roddy’s ears was getting louder with every second as all thought left his mind, with only rage remaining. Why could nothing ever go right for him? What did he do wrong? Fuck everything. With every thought succeeded by another blow to Derek’s face, Rod had become a tool of violence. Picking a bloodied Derek up, he threw him into the lockers and placed a knee into his gut. [color=green]”Where are all your friends, Derek?” Nothing good ever stays with me. Absolutely nothing!”[/color][/center]

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[center][h3]Jude Aspers[/h3]
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Jude leaned back in the car, looking over to the lovely Isabella Wellington beside him. They had spent all day filming together, the set eerily quiet as it often was when these two were doing a scene. The intensity and the chemistry was palpable, their competitiveness sat in the air like a thick fog. It was like their hadn’t even been a ten year gap. He allowed his voice to slip back from the thick Boston twang he used for Roddy and into his normal dulcet English tone.

[color=green]"Well Miss Oscar Winner, you certainly haven’t lost a step”[/color][/center]