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Following the elder down the narrow corridor, Caleb found himself blinking wearily as he tried to adjust to the morning light. Until only 30 seconds before, he had been happily tangled underneath the warmth of his duvet, only to be disturbed by the dulcet tones of Elder Lucien. The sunlight did little to quell the chill that brushed against his bare torso and he quickly moved to pull his navy ‘Ferndale Wildcats’ hoodie over his chest, appreciating the thick cotton as it laid to rest against his skin. He could sense the presence of Bast behind him, the Savannah Cat moving so lithely that her tread could not be heard, but when they approached Sister Deborah’s office she stopped, taking to nonchalantly licking the fur atop one of her back legs. Watching her fondly for a moment, Caleb then moved to open the door into the office. Unfortunately it seemed that he was the last in the room and he found himself having to squeeze his body into the jam-packed space. Eventually, after muttering several apologies as he stood on a couple of peoples feet, he made his way in, the corners of his lips lifting into a bright smile as he glanced at Hana, who he had found himself next to.

[color=3DBAD9]“Morning!”[/color] The teen said cheerfully, cupping a hand to his mouth to block the sudden yawn that escaped from his body. [color=3DBAD9]“What dya' think this is about?”[/color] He whispered conspiratorially to his fellow witch as he leaned in towards her, raising his eyebrows when Sister Deborah began to speak. It didn’t take for her long to get to the point and Caleb found himself letting out an involuntary, and rather loud, groan at the word [i]vampire[/i]. Grinning sheepishly as a glare was tossed his way, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh, raising his eyebrows slightly at Hana. It wasn’t that the mission didn’t sound cool, but well, he had been hoping for something else. Maybe werewolves or ghosts or...or mermaids! Well, he wasn’t entirely sure if mermaids were even real but it would be awesome if they were! Vampires on the other hand, had been an endless topic throughout his childhood. Caleb theoretically knew a lot about them but he also had a habit of daydreaming when his grandfather began to regale them with his ‘war stories’. Sure they were interesting but after hearing for the 50th time about how he’d been locked in a coffin for two days straight, he found his attention swaying elsewhere. Luckily his elder brother Mason had been enraptured by vampires since being a kid and he would more often than not enthusiastically chat along with their gramps, often trying to convince him that some of the more [I]modern[/I] methods of dispatching of the bloodsuckers were just as effective. 

A small pout had graced his features for a moment but Caleb wasn’t one sulk for long, and he soon forgot his concerns as he bounded over to Calypso. Peering over her shoulder to get a closer look at the folder, his eyes scanned over some of the information scrawled across the page. He'd never been to Baltimore before. In fact, apart from New York and now Virginia, he really didn't know the East Coast all that well. Guess this was as good an excuse as any to see more of it! Briefly distracted by thoughts of places he had never visited, his attention was soon drawn back to the present by the mention of a food allowance. As his face lit up and his eyes widened in excitement, he moved to lessen the gap between himself & the other witches. [color=3DBAD9]“We should totally get snacks for the road! Popcorn maybe...oh or chocolate pretzels!”[/color] He glanced at his fellow soon-to-be vampire hunters, hoping that they would be in agreement. He loved road trips and road trips were always 100% better if you had snacks and good music. [color=3DBAD9]"I hope you're excited for my excellent singing Cal."[/color] The teen grinned at her jokingly before he was once more distracted by the mention of shotgun. Damn, he should've thought of that.  

But it was okay. Caleb had six siblings. He was well versed in the rules of shotgun and knew that it didn’t count until the vehicle was in view. So when Dakota suggested they pack their bags, he shot off to his room, narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet in the process. Grabbing his duffel bag, he hurriedly stuffed a mismatch of clothes, toiletries and other knick knacks inside, before zipping it closed. For a brief moment he considered taking his sketch pad — which was hidden carefully under a pile of some of his other belongings  — but decided against it. It was something he didn't want the others to find out about and although there might be some cool stuff to draw in Baltimore, he figured he might be able to do it from memory anyway. Of the knick knacks he had collected, only the silver bullets seemed to be vaguely useful, although he had not included a gun in his chosen items. 

Not wanting to waste any time, Caleb grabbed the duffel and began to bound loudly down the stairs, leaping over them two at a time in his urgency to get outside. He grinned apologetically at one of the elders as he nearly bowled them over when he ran over the terrace, his eyes darting about eagerly as he looked for Calypso's car. Luckily the yellow jeep was easy to spot and seeing that he was the first downstairs, he couldn't help the grin that quickly spread across his features. He wouldn't say that he was necessarily a competitive person but a lifetime within a crowded family home had meant that getting to anything first was either a rarity, or virtually impossible. Heck, even half of his clothes were hand-me-downs.

[color=3DBAD9]“Shotgun!”[/color] He yelled to no-one in particular, before darting over to the front passenger seat. Trying the door handle, he was pleased (and slightly surprised) to find that it was open. [color=3DBAD9]“Nice one Cal...”[/color] He chirped happily as he plopped himself onto the seat. Peering around the vehicle, and trying & failing to turn the radio on, it was only a couple of minutes before he heard the familiar voice of Dakota. Whilst she busied herself with throwing her bag into the back he twisted in his seat, offering her a cheeky smile as he was unable to hide his pleasure at having been first to the front seat. [color=3DBAD9]“Oh hey Kota! Excited about the trip?”[/color]

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