Caleb walked on the camp ground, his shoulder-length dirty blonde hair unbrushed and unwashed brushed against his over sized yellow and gray stripped sweater. He wore large white framed shades, and ratty ripped apart jeans. He carried a vibrant red suitcase in his hand, his fingers had black strips of tape wrapped around them. He had a cigarette dangling from his chapped lips, and a guitar case strapped to his back. He sighed deeply, as his dirty blue chucks slowly walked towards his cabin. [I have no idea who's cabin is open.] He was a short fellow, only standing at 5'3 and lean. He took his cigarette from his mouth and flicked it, as gray smoke tumbled from his nostrils.