★ CALLIE { @slightcfhand }
❝ humans are always going to FEAR what they don’t know and because of that they HUNT the likes of us down or try to OPPRESS us. took me a long time to REALIZE that i don’t want to HIDE anymore. ❞

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★ CALLIE { @slightcfhand }
❝ humans are always going to FEAR what they don’t know and because of that they HUNT the likes of us down or try to OPPRESS us. took me a long time to REALIZE that i don’t want to HIDE anymore. ❞
“ hello --- -- ” willa said the moment that she walked into the shop. she had always wanted a tattoo, but was never able to make up her mind on what she wanted. now though, with things more clear and the new position, she was finally able to make a choice. “ i’m here to get some ink please. ” @slightcfhand
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“No, homicide is not an option. . . Not yet anyways.”
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eyes follow the scrunched paper ball fly across the room and land just shy of the trash. fight the urge, nova. she yells in her mind, but instinct takes over and she picks it up, handing it back to callie. “uh ... h-here you go,”
“What on Earth was all that?!”
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“ – doll, if ya can’t handle a little boom boom, maybe yer not quite suited for this job.” blue eyes are trained on the clipboard she’s holding, looking down the list of names. tony’s handwriting is almost illegible -- but she’s glad he was around to help out this morning. harley hadn’t expected this many girls to show up, but apparently there’s a demand for a harley gang to keep the peace where the mayor couldn’t, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t fill that need.
her gaze flicks up to look over the girl in front of her, then back to the clipboard. “it’s callie, right?”
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“You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit under your eyes.”
The cake isn't hand-made. Callie has no where near the skills needed for baking. However, the icing is Erin herself in piped form, gadgets and all, beating the butt of a mean looking ghost. Even the big thermos thing is there, ready to suck the ghost in. Callie is sitting beside it on the counter, jiggling her foot nervously, hoping the woman likes it.
It’s a rolling stone of kindness: gathering moss: garnering Erin’s appreciation for humankind. She isn’t used to the overwhelming attention, but she won’t flout it. Not when it gives her an excuse to gush, despite her poor ability to navigate sentimentality.Callie’s done enough for her. She’s a fixture that ought need be attended to: part of the decor. Part of the elementary run of things.
The artwork is pretty immaculate; Callie’s command of a tattoo gun has served her well. “Damn, she’s hot. I’d want a piece of that.” Erin sets her coffee cup aside, rests her hand on Callie’s knee. “You’re sweet. But really, get off the counter. We had raw iridium on there the other day.”