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colette jacobson 25 year old supply runner former cheerleader ✩ current badass can think of worse places to be stuck than fairvale.

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oliverterrencewood·:

Oliver couldn’t help the roll of her eyes as she compared him to paintings but that was the nice thing about Colette; she was quick and witty but never malicious. At least not to him. 

He caught the bartender’s eye and made a small wave, knowing that they’d get to him when they could. If he was going to be sitting with Colette, he might as well get another drink. 

“Could have used them for fires,” he pointed out about the comic books, but he had to admit: there wasn’t much use for them anymore. Kindling and maybe a few additions to the small library, but after the virus, things like comic collections and rare editions had lost a lot of meaning. It was sad, in a way; it was like losing some kind of joy in the world, losing something that used to have meaning to people. 

“No way. You’d be so bored on guard duty,” Oliver reminded her. “There’s not nearly enough action for you in it. You’re waiting for something to happen the whole time and it would drive you nuts.”

“Besides, you like bringing things back. It makes people happy and that makes you smile.”

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“it’s the tokens i get in exchange for my services that make me smile t-woods - not the charitable deeds themselves.” she scoffs good naturedly even though the truth of the matter is she does like making people happy - always has.

it’s an urge left over from years trying to simultaneously please and rebel against her mother, of turning herself into braedans ‘perfect girl’ and giving the people back home exactly what they wanted from her in exchange for their adoration.

it’s the reason it had taken her so long to find herself amongst the hundreds of painstakingly created personas she’d chosen to wear like second skins for almost her entire life.

"speaking of loot though.” now isn't the time for introspection, frankly it makes her more than a little uncomfortable to spend any significant amount of time self analysing so she chooses to deflect instead “i have a few things stashed away back at the apartment for you - nothing fancy just a couple of notebooks, a candy bar or two and a hoodie that's loads too big for me that teo refuses to wear." 

she thinks its probably best she doesn't mention that his sister had given her a list of items to be on the look out for just after oliver had arrived in town, she's not entirely sure what their story is but she can read people (the distant, harried way holly had made her request, the strained smiles that oliver tries desperately to make appear real) enough to know at the moment the sailing isn't quite so smooth between the two light-haired siblings as maybe it should be considering they’d been blessed with a reunion only few could dream of.

(a reunion that colette envies and covets more than life itself well aware that no matter how happy she was, or how much she cared about the people she currently had in her life, she’d sell her soul for the chance to have yale walk through the gates of town, healthy and beautiful and whole)

colette isn't a meddler though despite the fact her curiosity can more often then not get the best of her so she doesn't pry or try to dig for info " I'll drop them by the foley place tomorrow some time if you like?"

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gabriel-navarro·:

Another chuckle. “I meant terms to win, but if you wanna let me choose…” He passed his cue from palm to palm, watching her and pacing around the table.

The use of limited made Gabe laugh, even as he lined up the break. “Smart call, girly.” The break was a little shaky, but it had been years. It could have been worse - at least he managed to sink the two. “Alright, kitten - you got stripes.”

Standing, he leaned a hip against the table again and watched, smirk ready and waiting. Gabe wouldn’t try to distract her concentration… yet.

her eyebrow raises at the nickname, harmless though it is she cant seem to shake the feeling that this dude using it either means he's trying to get his flirt on or he's seriously underestimating her skills, both of which could work in her favor for the win “you ought to be careful who you call kitten around here. not everyone's as friendly as i am.” her smirk is slow and steady “someone might end up scratching your eyes out.”

she scans the table after he takes his shot, highs she could work with, they’d always been a little bit lucky for her in the past.

"14 right-side pocket" she calls her shot, the way she used to when she and dex would mess around on the tables after his shifts, overly formal for a late night match in a bar but she'd always kind of gotten a kick out of it anyway - especially when dexter had claimed the only reason she did it was to mess with his head.

the ball sinks into the pocket and shes already lining up her next shot, calling it again yet this time missing "i may be a little rusty.” she shrugs sardonic half smile hovering on her lips as she picks up her drink and takes a healthy swig “not a lot of chances to hone my game out on the road - even if pool cues do make great weapons in a pinch."

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late night diners and seedy bars, simple human connections that only last the night when strangers offer comfort in the dark. lazy days barefoot on the beach, skin turning golden in the sun, hair blowing wild in the warm wind. the hustle and bustle of the big city, being nameless and faceless in a sea full of people feels like liberation, feels like she’s free. led zepplin blasting from the cd player in a old beat up volkswagon, iced coffee spilling on the empty passenger seat, and when that endless stretch of quiet road becomes both too much yet still not enough...home.

(the catastrophic task one - to dream the impossible dream)

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stellcgarcia·:

stella laughs - a real laugh, the image of a tinier colette hitchhiking across nebraska to get out of cheer camp is easy to conjure, considering how reckless and adventurous she is with the circumstances. 

“i wasn’t always the upstanding citizen you picture me as right now,” stella said with an eyebrow raised. she wasn’t exactly as dangerous as colette would probably find interesting, but she had a wild streak before she’d met noah. “tame, i’m sure, by your standards - drugs, drinking, sex with boys who didn’t deserve it - but my cousins in cuba and i used to break into houses when people were at work. we’d move things around, just to confuse them.” it was a prank, more than anything, but stella had been able to get away with anything - all it took was big eyes and the reminder that her family owned one of the biggest tourist hotels on the island. 

“but my mom raised us on her own, mostly, so i didn’t want to get into too much trouble. my brother al got brought home by the cops more than once, and it always stressed her out - so i tried to keep myself from getting into too much trouble. or at least, under the radar.” 

talking about al was difficult, but she didn’t want to forget about him, either. she wanted to remember him - wanted nora to remember him - so she ignored the aching in her chest, continuing on - “i remember once, he’d been out drawing graffiti on our principal’s house; he was like, 13, so it was stupid stuff - a penis, fuck you, things like that - and when the cops brought him home, he looked up at my mom and told her, with a complete straight face, that he had been framed despite having red paint literally on his hands.” 

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“lady exactly what do you imagine my standards were?” colette’s eyebrow raised inquiringly, small smirk on her face. 

to be honest the kind of shit stella was describing to her, the petty misdemeanours and rebellions of her and her brothers youths were pretty much exactly the kind of thing colette spent her own teen years indulging in - most of her early twenties too - give or take one or two major hedonistic felonies.

(that she had completely valid reasons for at the time)

again, nothing she’d ever want to discuss with anyone that even dabbled in a psychiatric field let alone a fairvale council member (there wasn’t a chance in hell she wanted to be kicked from the town, not for crimes she’d basically atoned for and not for the ones she didn’t have a single regret about commiting either), she’s pretty sure confiding in little miss garcia was like a ticket to opening herself up to all sorts of wacky kinds of trouble.

“i was a cheerleader, the worlds highest prom queen and practically valedictorian - think torrance shipman with better hair and a looser set of morals, not carrie white.”

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what would you say to your younger self if you could travel back in time and talk to them?

that idiot with the killer weed and super cute hair cut but not much else going for him isn't going to make you feel good about yourself...in fact he's probably gonna make you feel worse - respect yourself !!

[valtsv]

guy kneels down and holds out his sword to swear loyalty to me but i just take the sword and run

[valtsv]

“you have my sword” yeah i do lol. my sword now.

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oliverterrencewood·:

“Mope face?” Oliver repeated, imbuing the words with mock outrage as he gestured towards his features. “Look at this shit. This is a work of art.”

He laughed; even this small show of bravado wasn’t something he’d be able to keep up long term but he knew Colette would appreciate it. She was like that, a fan of the exaggerated and dramatic. Merrick would have liked her if they’d had a chance to meet.

That thought - the drink token he normally would have given away stayed in his pocket.

“There and back again,” he said instead. “There’s not much left in the normal zones. I think we’re going to have to go out further soon. But every sweep finds a few things. I found a small cache of markers and colored pencils for the kids.”

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“a work of art sure - like a goya or one of picassos self portraits.” she grinned a little as she teased “you’re okay - some might even go as far as to call you super cute even with that mope face of yours but anyone claiming work of art has gotta be drunker than i am.”

“oh nice, i hit a comic book store the other day which was - big shock - pretty much untouched but i think you might be right pickings are slim.” she’d noticed it out on her runs, how supplies were becoming much more limited in the towns surrounding fairvale. it would only be a matter of time before their runs became longer and the further away from fairvale they went the more likely they were to start running into big time danger.

if she'd been on her own it wouldn't have worried her so much, but she wasn't alone, there was mateo to consider and she fucking knew he was going to be one of the first to sign up to venture into the wider greater unknown “almost makes me wish i’d signed up for guard duty instead of the supply team.”

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astridmiddleton·:

“it’s a service, really,” she shrugged, taking a sip of her lukewarm beer. “i’m trying to remind these women that they need to appreciate what they have. someone hotter and younger than them can always come along and steal what they’re not smart enough to hold onto.” Her eyes turned back to the couple in question - the woman wasn’t half bad, really, and a larger smirk took over her face. “Or maybe I’ll go for her instead - that’d show him, wouldn’t it? His formerly ‘straight’ wife taking a spin with me instead?” 

But the fun in the game was only really there when she was alone, and while she never claimed to have ‘friends’ in a conventional sense, Colette was cut from a similar cloth as she was, and she wasn’t bad company for the night. 

“So I shouldn’t break it to you that they’re knockoffs, then?” she asked with a grin, eyebrow raised. “I mean, they’re very good knock offs, and still probably cost a pretty penny to whomever died for them, but they are definitely still fakes. If you want some real ones, though, I might have a few hidden away at my place. They used to just hand them out at fashion shows and parties. The amount of designer crap I accumulated in my years in New York is ostentatious - and now, ultimately worthless. But it still makes for a very pretty closet.” 

"nah it’s cool, they have like sentimental value - like a trophy almost which is why i wear them - i like to be reminded of how far I'll go to get something i want.” she'd had her suspicions anyway, one of the by-products of being basically fake herself was being able to spot a knock off - be that knock off of the breathing or the fashionable variety - and its not like her mother had the cash to spare to drop on killer boots when there was expensive narcotics, cheap booze and cheaper men to waste it on instead.

still she liked them - every time she wore them  it was like one more massive fuck you to ann and colette would be lying if she claimed that didn't warm her dark twisted little heart more than any pair of jimmys ever could.

"besides pricey killer heels aren't exactly a hot commodity, i wear a pair of louie pumps out in the field it'll seriously lower my chances of making it back." she downed her drink, calling the bartender over to order another round for herself and astrid “i wouldn’t mind checking that closet out regardless though, i might not be on the lookout for a new pair of boots but it’d be like the closest i’ve come to a day out shopping since the apocalypse put a serious downer on the fashion industry.”

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eli-james-anderson·:

status: open location: central park @thecatastrophicstarters

“What the”, the man exclaimed as a water balloon made contact with his temple, drenching not only him but the comic book he was holding. Eli  squinted around trying to locate the owner of the balloon that had just connected with his scull, and it didn’t take long to spy the source. With two other children at his flanks, Andon, Eli’s nine year old nephew stood there a devilish smile playing at his lips. “No, no. no”,Eli said holding his hands out as he noticed the other children were armed. But before he could say another word he was hit with the remainder of colorful latex, an action that sent the boys into a giggle fit but also a run. “Hey you little shits”, he growled. “You know how hard it is to get water around here?!”

“pretty sure the town water supply isn’t anything the kiddies will need to be worrying about anytime soon.” colette laughed as she approached eli, taking in his predicament. the little ones looked like they were having fun though so she was gonna have to track those kids down after she’d finished conducting her business and see if they were up to taking on a challenger, she’d just gotten back from a run and it seemed like the perfect kind of activity she needed to unwind.

“here.” reaching into her backpack she pulled out three colorful booklets slapping them into his chest haphazardly “i want you to know i had to slice my way through half a dozen brain geeks to get you those.”

“it wasn’t pretty, one of them maintained enough muscle memory to throw his retainer at me.”

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stellcgarcia·:

stella smirks a little; the girls at her school used to tell her she’d landed the ‘dream man’ too, cooing over him when he came by to see her in her office or cheer for the football team in the stands with her. in a lot of ways, colette reminds her of those girls - some of her first students would be colette’s age now ( if they’d survived, that is ) and maybe that’s why, despite her prickly nature and insistence on hating stella, she feels no real grievance towards the other.

( it would just be nice if maybe colette would open up, so that stella could help her. ) 

“i don’t know if she’s told noah about it yet, and while i wasn’t planning on teaching her until she was older, it doesn’t hurt to be a little extra prepared these days.” it seems surreal that if the world continues on the way it does, nora will have to find a way to provide for this commune - and knowing her daughter’s already rambunctious attitude and desire to run free, she can already see her choosing to be a supply runner, even when supplies are much fewer and farther between. 

“i actually learned how to do it myself at cheerleading camp,” stella confides, sliding onto the top of her desk, offering colette a smile. “it was the most absurd thing - by day it was all flips and cartwheels and contortionism, and at night we taught ourselves how to twirl and throw knives, how to pick locks, a whole plethora of misdemeanor activities.” 

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"whatever cheer camp you attended sounds hella different to the one i went to." she's slightly suspicious of the older woman's motivation here, any head shrinker worth a damn could take one look at colette and know she has an inclination towards law bending, colette’s own high school guidance councillor would have used information like that as some kind of misguided bonding tactic "it was legit so boring i broke out three days in and had to hitch back to braedan.”

but screw it consider her interest piqued, besides its not exactly like she's got anything better to do, if stella wanted to take a look inside her head she was more than welcome to try but colette couldn't promise she'd like what she saw.

"my sister taught me how to pick a lock though and its kinda ridic how easy it is to find step by step guides to law breaking online, i mean the anarchists hand book is mostly all crap but the world is your oyster if you know where to look." she props herself on top of the desk in front of stella’s like she owns it (consciously mimicking the older woman's body language just the way she’d watched yale do to her marks in the past), legs swinging aimlessly, and an inquisitive look gracing her face -completely at ease

"you ever use any of that knowledge of the naughty out in the real world? before it ended i mean."

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dysdaimcns·:

mateo’s not much of a drinker; he’d grown up in a home that reeked of alcohol more often than not, and for a long time it was difficult to dissociate the sharp scent of liquor from the sting of a cut lip after a particularly hard backhand. not that he’s never had a drink—there were plenty of nights during high school where he’d get drunk at parties just to prove he wasn’t his father’s son, but he’s past that now.

truth be told, if it weren’t for colette, he’d probably never step foot in the tavern, but she had a habit of downing half her body weight in booze after a supply run, and mateo figures he’s the best person to keep an eye on her. not that she needs babysitting, but he can’t say for sure that he wouldn’t cut off someone’s hands just for touching her—even if only to haul her drunk ass to their apartment—so he figures it’s better not to take the risk and find out.

‘ your idea of fun is vastly different from most people. ’ it’s not a ‘no’ though, partly because he has a hard time saying no to her in the first place, partly because she’d just find a way to make him agree even if he does find it in him to deny whatever request she has. ‘ no karaoke, ’ he adds before she says anything else. ‘ and absolutely no dancing on tables. ’

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"what else were tabletops made for if not to dance on?" her nose crinkles slightly as she grins over at mateo, her focus honing in as she unconsciously leans towards him "besides i would have mostly kept it PG"

she’s hyper aware that she’s almost ridiculously too far gone for the guy and its not just because he’s saved her life one too many times to count - at this stage the playing field is pretty even in that regards - or because his smile makes her want to do dangerously stupid shit like gush about his cheek bones or worse... introduce him to her sister.

"’teo, you know i'm safe here right?" she'd spent her formative years as a fixture in a seedy small town bar not unlike the very one they were currently sitting in "no ones gonna start anything inside the gates and risk getting booted out."

this wasn't mateo's scene though, she knew that, he'd never feel quite at home the same way she did with the smell of stale beer and the aura of shattered dreams and if he wasn't enjoying himself (and despite his easy grin she knew he wasn't) then she wasn't either.

"come on." checking to make sure the bartender was otherwise occupied she reached over the countertop and pilfered the first non-descript bottle of liquor her hand brushed against, reaching for mateo's hand as she slid off her stool, fingers lacing together as she pulls him behind her "we'll swing by home first but there's an empty field out near the wheat crops. you can teach me how to shoot that weapon of yours while i'm still relatively sober enough not to suck at it."

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gabriel-navarro·:

His grin widened. “S’what I said.” Her answer surprised Gabe, who barked a laugh. “I’ll remember that. Dunno that insurance exists anymore, though. Sorry to report.”

Gabe shrugged. Shooting pool for drinks wasn’t the worst idea of fun. Hell, she might even be good at it. “Go on, then. Lead the way.” He stood, and held still for the span of several seconds - evaluating both his balance and the view.

How the table wasn’t occupied was a mystery Gabe didn’t care enough to dwell on. He racked the table, allowing his opponent first call of cues. “Okay, girly,” he crooned, leaning a hip against the pool table, “what terms’re we setting?“

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“you mean my winner buys the loser drinks plan wasn’t to your liking?” she chalked up the cue she’d selected, grinning as she shrugged her shoulders "damn now i’m actually gonna have to play to win.”

she wasn’t a shark by any stretch of the imagination, but long nights hanging around dex’s bar waiting for him to finish work and close up for the night so she didn’t have to go home and spend any kind of significant time breathing the same air as ann had taught her a thing or two when it came to the game.

“you break, first to sink the eight wins and is therefore entitled to any drink this fine establishment has to offer and limited bragging rights.”

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who: colette jacobson & @calvin-north​

where: gates of fairvale, ready to head out into the unknown

when: it’s anyone’s guess.

iced coffee in hand, sword strapped to her back and knife holstered at her side, colette sleepily makes her way towards fairvales front gates reminding herself that she’s a responsible member of the towns society and telling the people in charge where to jump for assigning her a run at the ass crack of dawn probably wasn’t going to help her win friends and influence people.

luckily it wasn’t an overnighter, the two person runs never were, just a simple trip out to train up some new guy and she’d be back before nightfall.

there’s a dude standing next to the old pick up truck the auto guys must have brought out and prepped for the trip, and he looks hardy enough so she’s thinking this run at the very least should be smooth sailing, so she sidles over and makes herself known.

“i’m guessing you’re the newbie i’m showing the ropes to today - hope you can drive stick.”

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gabriel-navarro·:

He didn’t respond right away. Sue him, he was pissed Cam was not only in town but helping run the damn place. He was new and had no say or power to kick her ass to the curb. His hands were tied, at least for the moment, so he’d drown his anger in drink.

Or, as much as the dump would serve him.

She was grinning, and he could have snapped at her. She was a baby - all flashing teeth and chummy talk. Instead, he pushed up from the bartop, his own smirk lazy. “Depends on what girls like you define as ‘a little fun’.”

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"a girl like me?” she’s super tempted to play up to that line, curl her lip slyly and widen her eyes until the appear all doe like with batting lashes, maybe giggle a little for added effect. but to be honest her heart wouldn’t be in it.

it should be, the dudes pretty hot for someone  who looks like he’s hurling towards the line of being too old for her, all dark eyes and don’t-fuck-with-me vibes, her older sister would be at least halfway out of her bra by now if she’d been standing in colette’s place.

“murder mostly.” she rolls her eyes a little, sardonic smile teasing at the edges of her mouth “but only if there’s no chance i’ll get caught, and mostly when there’s a little insurance deal thrown into the mix.”

she has a person now, an apocalypse buddy - slash - make out partner type person (she’s not gonna label it, if she labels it she’ll lose it and she’s not prepared for that), so she can be good and treat the bad boy hottie like a person and not just an object to drool over instead “how about we commandeer the table out back and shoot some pool, winner buys the losers next round?”

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hadley-maurine·:

Fairvale was surreal, and Hadley was deciding on if she enjoyed the sense attempt at normalcy the people seemed to be clinging to in vain. She never thought she’d be sitting at a bar ever again, not that she had done so much before everything went to hell. She was still trying to grasp her bearings when a brunette slid into the seat next to her and began to speak. “Oh uh”, Hads started shaking her head to try and ground herself. “Don’t they ration it?”

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“not really, as long as you can pay they usually supply” she shrugged her shoulders a little forehead crinkling as she studied the woman next to her, a newbie most like still reeling from the whole return-to-semi-normal-civilization  experience “when they run out of the quality product.” she made quotation marks with her hands as she said this, quality being relative and meaning in this case it was bottled and brewed in a proper factory as opposed to out the back of the tavern “the barkeep always seems to have a little something to fall back on.”

“you’re new around here huh?

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astridmiddleton·:

“i’m not exactly moping,” she replied dryly, “it’s more like purposeful anguish - i’m trying to see if i can get that guy over there to figure out a way to go home with me instead of his wife tonight,” she said, nodding in the direction of one of the few ‘happily’ married men in fairvale who was, admittedly, staring at her more than his dumpy wife across from him. “i’m bored, and it sounded like fun for awhile.” 

fun was always in short supply in fairvale - the alcohol was shitty, but tolerable, and counting what inventory they had and sorting it into various categories ( and skimming a little off the top where she wanted to, the only real thrill she did get these days ) was so mind numbingly boring that breaking up relationships was her only real way of getting amusement these days. 

still, she turned to face colette instead, checking her over to see that she was in one piece.. “i see you survived again, congrats,” she said, tipping her glass towards colettes in a small toast. “don’t worry, though, i would have made sure we put the council to work with an absolutely balls to the wall insane memorial if you’d died. i was already planning your eulogy.” 

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“y’know there’s a large handful of unattached man candy strolling these streets you could try schmoozing on up to instead right?” seemed like too high risk for so little a reward in colette’s opinion, not that she was in anyway judging, she’d had her own touching what she wasn’t supposed to phase not so long ago.

pursuing her mentors husband to be had been a fairly low point for her, but she’d been young and romantically confused at the time and liked to think she’d grown as a person in the years since.

“besides married men are clingy, and this town ain’t big enough to hide yourself away once the fun is over.”

she chuckled clinking her glass against astrid’s with a flourish “course i did, i’m practically a destiny’s child song at this stage in my life.” the grin on her face turned into a full blown smile as she shook her head “i can almost picture it - she lived, she loved and she looked super cute doing it.”

“bet my eulogy wasn’t the only thing you were planning, i saw you eyeing off my jimmy choos the last time you were over at the apartment - i’m warning you now i literally killed for those boots, i’m not above doing it again to keep them.”