#willow garrison.

[callowaysrose]

willowsworld: women :)

[callowaysrose]

   mornings were a daily routine of making sure her kids daily meals were prepared for when she was off at work tonight, or wherever they called her into. although still half asleep, she made sure everything was prepared for them and ready first, and  then dressed herself in the diners oh so glamorous uniform. no loose strands in her bun, but under eye bags that would no doubt have you question whether she was another member of the addams family and willow will undoubtedly add, yes, i haven’t seen sleep in one hundred years, thanks for asking. dealing with job agencies were tough, because half the time they called her in the evening to tell her that she had a job at 12 midnight to clean up some fancy office studio in the city, which meant she wouldn’t arrive home until 4am, which at that point, she was getting up to prepare meals, if not staying up to finish that last chapter of that AO3 fanfic she was working on right until it was time to prepare meals. it’s what happened when you didn’t have job security anywhere besides the diner and the diner shift started at 6:30. 

   willow walked out of her apartment with earphones on, the bleachers loudly playing through her earphones as she dragged a heavy garbage bag across the hall, unaware of the small leak that the bag had. throwing it down the garbage chute, she closed it and came upon the line of leak on the floor. “well, shit..” her nose crinkled, eyebrow arching, while looking around to see if anyone else noticed. “not apartment 2b again leaving leaving trail marks...” she spoke loudly, just in case anyone was paying attention, before making a run for it. the doors opened to a sleeping city, no cars on the streets, no people, a difference from her bike ride home that was usually filled with such. unlocking her bike from the side, she made her way towards the diner, a quick 10 min bike ride through the streets of connecticut. once there, she entered through the back, having tied her bike to one of the poles nearby.

    “i’m here, i’m here,” she sighed, making her way towards the front high top section, but not before picking up the coffee thermal. “morning, space cadets..” she greeted the usual morning customers -- usually people who worked in new york, had big firm jobs to attend to, or having just left the pub and wanting breakfast (people she more than resonated with sometimes, she never really knew how to leave forty six) -- and checked to see if their coffee cups were in need of refills. the bells on top of the doors signaled that someone had just walked in and caught the girls attention. “morning, take a seat right up here and i’ll be right with you.” grabbing another coffee cup and spoon, she sat it right in front of the other and smiled as she poured. “what will it be today? pancakes? eggs? we have a wonderful options of oatmeals that end up looking like porridge...we call that oatmeal a la willow, named afters it most famous maker, you know?” she finished, eyebrows wiggling as a small chuckle fell from her lips. “sooo, if you’re ready now, i can take your order now or i shall leave you to ponder on those options and when you’re ready just give me a shout.” 

[callowaysrose]

westfield apartment complex characters; introduction !  

and here i bring you trash that i can’t wait to explore and write. i tried to finish this really quick while at work before my boss got here. 

willow garrison, 25; grand believer of aliens, writer of fanfiction, and older sister to 3 siblings  who she is now solely raising reason being that her father is a drunkard, who is most likely out stealing government checks from people’s mailboxes. at the age of 12 willow moved to westfield, connecticut from brooklyn, new york. this being due to the fact that everyone from the building she lived at was being kicked out because of a fancy new matcha place being built there. gentrification, yes. finding out they were being kicked out, willow came to live in maine with her cousins for a while, along with her father and siblings, and eventually gathered enough money or section 8 housing helped alot move out and afford their own apartment (probably one of the smallest apartments here, no one but the building manager is aware of the section 8 housing). now, with the ability to work,willow is a waitress, and takes various jobs here and there to be able to keep food on the table for her kiddies (her kiddies, not her fathers).

she is a pisces.

she’s never actually been in a real relationship, doesn’t know what that is, doesn’t have the time. in fact, if you’d ask her, she has lived through many different relationships from the amount of fanfiction she writes.

is bisexual.

is actually writing fanfiction under a pseudonym so her friends and family don’t find out. someone please be here best friend and be her beta. 

loves her siblings more than life, will do anything for them. big momma bear type.

she had to grow up really fast.

caleb townsend, 25, born and raised in westfield, connecticut, previous inmate, arrested for carrying drugs with intent to sell or distribute, buying drugs with intent to use, and had a mild addiction when he was in his third year of college. used uppers to get him to concentrate while in classes, didn’t think he would actually become addicted because caleb believed he was “strong of mind” here.  he was able to finish college while in jail through a program his parents were able to finance (before their death) and is now attending law school because he managed to keep up good grades. caleb came out of jail with a huge amount of money due to his parents inheritance and is trying to be good, and keep away from drugs now that he has been three years sober. the biggest regret he has in life is not being there for his parents and letting them down in a way only caleb townsend could. he still has his parents house unable to sell it or bring himself to actually visit and clear things out. 

scorpio

is trying to become reaquainted with life outside of jail like when did iphones lose their buttons? 

kind of a huge dork, to be honest. doesn’t mean bad, but ends up fucking up half the time.

has trouble talking about his feelings, alot of pent-up frustration, you know? could explode at any minute. 

was probably in a relationship before jail? i don’t know. a possibility. 

tomas dejong, 33; owner of bar forty six, a sports bar across the street from the apartment complex. arrogant and an asshole but will make you pancakes on a good day. born and bred connecticut man. has a daughter with his ex-wife, they’re on good terms because communication is a thing in their relationship. they realized the relationship had just run its course. despite being an asshole, he has that thing going for him, owning up ti his mistakes and fuck-ups. full conversations on what went wrong where. has toxic energy but that’s just his face really, will probably curse you out though because he has no filter, he has no idea what that is, except maybe around his 3 year old babygirl. tomas opened up a bar when he gave up on trying to please his parents and become a finance guy on wall street, that shit just wasn’t for him. went to yale, dropped out, took out a business loan and never looked back. he’d tell you falling out his parents grasp was the best shit he has ever done because he owes them nothing. the name his bar has made for itself is only on him. 

a gemini 

a no bullshit kinda guy, will kick you out of his bar himself if you’re causing issues for him  (this is the only thing i’ve brought from xander lmao when he took shiloh out himself) 

some say he came out of the womb saying the word ‘fuck’

treats staff like family because he truly believes you choose your own family? blood does not make family.

has only had one-night stands, i would think.  will not bring anyone near his daughter if he doesn’t see anything serious happening with them.

[callowaysrose]

willowsworld: fired from the diner, will show tits for money. hmu.

[callowaysrose]

truth - willow garrison: what’s (or who) is on your christmas list this year?

    i expect to see an amazon gift card in my stocking -- to buy that telescope i want, a gift card to a tattoo shop, and one tall dark and handsome man under my tree this year. preferably with a nice bow on his penis? thank you much santa. 

[callowaysrose]

willowsworld: just trying to seduce someone with my cool alien facts but in the meantime i'll just catfish them with monty's only fans pictures that can only be found at onlyfans.com/montysxx #ad #lmao

[callowaysrose]

@willowsworld: 100% certain that mean girls is a halloween movie.