<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Jason_Momoa_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cristóbal Felipe Miramontes - Caleb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10680208#msg10680208)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>ANYONE<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The beach, going for a swim<br/><strong>When: </strong>August<strong>4th</strong>, just before sunrise<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Caleb_allnighter.jpg) - a black sleeveless denim button-up shirt, fine-linen pants, super comfy Converse sneakers<br/><hr/>The door to the Allnighter closed behind Caleb some time after 5:30, just as he'd known they would when he got in the previous evening. He had to do inventory after the weekend and then he had to prepare the drunken gummy bears for today's shift. At least<em>those</em>were quick and easy to make. He breathed in the fresh air, a nice change to the heavy air inside. Bekamor was beautiful, almost magical, at this hour - deserted, crickets chirping, the palm trees ruffled by a soft wind. In the weird hour just before dawn, the light was low, but it wasn't dark anymore and Caleb willed his achy feet towards the West beach. The bar in the Allnighter wasn't that big and two steps left and three steps right weren't enough of a movement, so his feet and back tended to be quite sore.<br/><br/>And to add insult to injury, he was on a killer shift today - going from the Allnighter to the Pool bar, which he had to open at 10. He didn't complain, though. He was asked to switch the shift and he could have said no, but he gained a shift at the Pool, which were generally a lot busier, more fun and flew by quickly, and got rid of a shift at the Dungeon, so whatever the setup, he quite literally pounced at it.<br/><br/>Sometimes in the busier months he could encounter naked bodies scattered around the resort on the way to the beach, sleeping their night activities away, but today he didn't encounter anyone. At the edge of the beach he took off his sneakers and socks for ease of movement in the sand and started walking around the perimeter towards the Eastern beach.<br/><br/>Bekamor wasn't really that big. When the mood struck him, he walked all around the island, it wasn't a long walk. In the wee hour before morning he had the peace to sort his thoughts and the freedom to let his thoughts wander to places far off or people very close, undisturbed, surrounded by environment he remembered so fondly from his childhood before his mother moved to the mainland US. It was like that ever since he set foot in Bekamor - he instantly felt home, which was rather queer, since the cottage that he now occupied free of charge was far more luxurious than the one he grew up in as a child. But the salty breeze and the rustling of palms and the lazy, regular sloshing of waves... that was something he was looking for and couldn't find in Miami, LA, Havana and Buenos Aires.<br/><br/>Caleb's mind suddenly wandered to a woman he caught a glimpse of the day before. Two, actually. Both glorious redheads, at that. One he only caught a glimpse of as she moved around the pool, way too overdressed for what was the island's custom, but not any less hot. She glided on the air as if she barely touched the ground, with an air ethereal enough around her she could have just stepped our of Lord of the Rings. Come to think of it, to him she looked a little out of her element, which was something that intrigued him irresistibly. He had to find out more about her. The second one, well... dressed up for the evening and in the dim Allnighter lights she looked like she stepped out of a porn flick set in your random high school. Caleb didn't always even take a clear inspecting look at the people he served, but when she ordered lime and soda, at midnight, in a nightclub, he just had to. She had striking blue eyes and a mane of red hair that cascaded almost endlessly to who-knows-where, he couldn't have a clear look, but pretty sure it was long. And even though her dress concealed more than it revealed, the toned muscles of her arms gave a hint of quite the physique. He thought he saw scars on her, but in the bad light he couldn't be really sure. Despite being the embodiment of smokin' hot, though, there was a certain innocence about her. Caleb couldn't pinpoint it, though, fully accepting that it could be a projection of his own fantasy into the woman. Into both, actually. Sometimes he<em>did</em>see only what he wanted to see...<br/><br/>They both had to be guests, he thought as he let go of the sneakers in his hand. Having reached the East beach, Caleb tugged at the ends of his shirt, the buttons just came undone easily and he tossed the garment on top of the sneakers. He thought he might have caught a glimpse of the elf a couple days prior, but the one from the club had to be a fresh arrival. At least he hoped so - hoped they wouldn't be gone before he could get to them. Which probably wouldn't be too soon, since he would likely be pretty exhausted tonight and all fun was forbidden when on shift. As he pushed down the linen pants he looked at the yacht anchored by the beach, wondering if it was Mark's. It kinda did and didn't look like his and from this distance he couldn't read the name, but it would make a great target for his morning swim, so he would find out soon enough. Caleb kicked the pants off his ankles, but he left his simple black boxers on. This whole walking around naked thing... not for him. He liked his secrets and mysteries, he liked finding them, he liked solving them, he liked being a sort of one and the chance that someone would come onto the beach to watch the sunrise<em>was</em>there.<br/><br/>Needing a replacement for his exercise that he'd have to skip today, just as the sun's tip was rising above the water level on the horizon, Caleb dove into the waves and with mighty butterfly strokes aimed for the yacht.