tamora calhoun.

C A L H O U N tamora. employee at Handy Felix's 32 y/o Flattery don't charge these batteries, civilian.

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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

[tamoracalhouns]

@minkawhiskers @anitadearlys

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[tamoracalhouns]

v. von schweetz.

At first, Vanessa’s instinct was to protest against Calhoun’s words, because she still felt like she had fucked up. She was used to acting obnoxious and overconfident, but in the years that she had been doing that it had never really managed to translate into actual self-esteem. Which didn’t matter as much with things that she didn’t really care about. But she cared about being good at this job. “But still,” she started, pausing to catch the lollipop that was thrown in her direction. It was enough to elicit a small smile from her, which in turn was enough for her to hear Calhoun’s words and at least try to accept them as truth. “Okaaay. Maaaybe you’re right… And… Thank you.”

Relaxing into her seat, she unwrapped the lollipop and popped it in her mouth; pulling off her shoes so she could lean back and throw her legs up onto the sofa. “Hey, Calhoun,” she mused out loud, holding the lollipop in front of her face and twirling it around between her thumb and index finger. “D’you think Felix would let me shadow him on house calls now? I did turn eighteen a few months ago.”

“ thank you, because i am indeed right on this one, ” smiling at vanessa her features softening further making calhoun seem younger than she usually did. with the younger girl she felt less cautious, less inclined to keep up appearances, and even if she would shield the younger from seeing her darker days –– she would be softer and warmer for her. how calhoun had ended up in this situation where she cared so much for the young girl, she didn’t know, but she did and she would. possibly, for as long as she would live, however long that would be. if there was one thing calhoun knew was that things that felt permanent rarely lasted for long and before her thoughts went down a darker road she shrugged, snapping herself out of whatever thoughts laid waiting ofr her to indulge in. instead, she focused on vanessa when she mentioned felix and nodded along. “ i definitely think you should ask him. it’s about time you get to step up a little. ” and i should’ve been promoted a while ago, but that promotion seemed long gone. not that she entirely minded it. 

[tamoracalhouns]

t. bell.

Tina was, admittedly, surprised that her answer hadn’t garnered the reaction she wanted, but it wasn’t entirely unsatisfying. She rather enjoyed shocked reactions for saying sensational things, but finding someone to play along or at least go with the sarcasm was acceptable too. Tina stopped beside her, gazing wide-eyed at the nail gun Calhoun gestured to. (Part of her really did consider buying that one just to jimmy-rig it into an actual Nerf gun and scare the living daylights out of her friends from just the threat of being nailed.)

“That does look like it would make a fantastic Nerf nail gun,” Tina replied in a thoughtful tone, pursing her lips. “There are a few people on the list at the moment, but I’d say my best friends are at the top.” So maybe Tina was still bitter about this marriage thing. The likelihood of her getting over it any time soon was slim-to-none.

either the woman in front of her was positively insane ( and she was indulging her ) or this was all a long-winded joke which saw no end ( and meant to throw her off ). which is exactly why calhoun indulged the customer as she lifted up the nail gun she had pointed towards and handed it to her. “ as you can feel, it’s a bit on the heavier side but that makes it better for impact, ” she casually explained as she lifted up another, smaller, one for the customer to hold as well. “ whereas this one is much more easier to carry with you. ” she continued. possibly she should’ve added a disclaimer that she wasn’t responsible for anything happening after this and should a police officer come over and question her should this all end up in a damages claim calhoun would just say she helped a customer. because that’s what she did and that’s why she was employee of the month rather often. even if part of her wanted to scowl at any customer entering the premises. “ it’s completely down to the purpose and how you prefer to use it. ”

[tamoracalhouns]

j. roberts.

Jake glanced at the chair and back up at her before carefully sitting down again. He nodded at appropriate points as she spoke, entirely concentrated on every word. “Yes ma’am.” He cleared his throat and shook his head a bit. Usually he’d say that phrase in a flirtatious way, but he genuinely meant it for once. This woman gave off incredibly intimidating energies, and in the respect-commanding way, not the sexy way. “That all, ah, sounds like very good advice, uh… I haven’t gotten your name yet, have I? I’m Jake.”

he actually nodded along and listened, which earned the man a good point in calhoun’s book. perhaps she had judged the man too quickly even if he definitely was some form of sleaze, but maybe he was slightly more harmless than she had originally judged her. only time would tell. leaning forward on her elbows as he sat down she looked him up and down when he told her his name, jake. ah. she had heard that name before. the name merging with the face slowly until they fit. so this was the man who kept hitting on bianca gabor and every other female on the planet. “ –– Calhoun, ” direct to the point and nodding in greeting she didn’t tell him her first name, she never did. “ so you’re t h e jake rogers. interesting, ” she smirked slightly. “ and you’re considering the police academy and a motorbike, or did you use those as props for conversation ? ” 

[tamoracalhouns]

f. fix.

Alright so good news: Calhoun hadn’t seemed to notice the scrambling backtracking, and she said yes. Felix’s poker face must be stronger than he remembered it. Bad news, though: he’d failed his initial mission to ask her on a date, and had now dragged Bernard into it. If he’d been paying more attention, he might have noticed the subtle change in expression from Calhoun, but he was too busy internally panicking to focus on much else. “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea! I’ll have to text Bernard later, and we can figure out when we can all go.” All go. Not just two, all. Ughhhh what had he done. He’d invited his ex-fuckbuddy to what was supposed to have been a date with his crush is what he’d done. He chugged a big swig of his beer; the faster he finished, the faster he could go have an embarrassment-fueled breakdown in his car in peace.

“ sounds like a plan, bossman. ” she hated herself slightly for adding the bossman aspect to what she said but it served more of a reminder to herself than anything. a reminder that he was her manager and any feelings she may have towards him should stay at bay until she had at least changed jobs. if she got into the police academy. because flirting with her boss wasn’t something calhoun was particularly into, and she definitely didn’t want to be accused of sleeping her way up should she eventually get a promotion. perhaps, felix adding bernard to the outing was a life-line and a marking that he was her boss foremost and then her friend. taking another sip of her beer, almost emptying it she leant back in her chair. finally, looking at him again. damn, he was cute. “ any particular day you had in mind, i’m free on saturday if it works for you two ? ”

[tamoracalhouns]

f. fix.

“I never doubted that.” Felix smiled at Calhoun before noting her own smile, and the way her face softened, and his heart started beating so loud he swore she’d be able to hear it. He was grateful that her talking gave him a moment to compose himself. “Yeah, I agree. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her, and there’s a reason why I try to put her where there’s low customer interaction.” Felix appreciated Vanessa as an employee (most of the time) but retail came with a lot of verbal abuse, and he worried about her. He laughed at Calhoun’s suggestion for Sven. “I don’t know if I’d ever go that far.” His brow furrowed slightly. “Also unsure if I could get away with it. Doesn’t quite sound legal.”

He noticed he actually had a pretty decent topical segue into something he’d been meaning to ask for weeks. He was still riding the wave of confidence from earlier - now or never. He took an extra large sip of beer for some liquid courage. “Soo speaking of beers, though,” he began, scratching the back of his neck and picking a spot on the ceiling to stare at in an attempt to look casual, “I was thinking that, some time, we could go out and grab a few. Together.” His confidence lasted until he looked back to her face - her gorgeous, amazing, out-of-his-league face - and he started floundering. “W-we could make it a whole thing - I recently found out we’re both friends with Bernard, he could come too!” He backtracked so hard he tripped over his heels and fell on his ass behind the starting line. Great job, Fix.

“ i know you do, ” features softer than usual, the face only one felix fix got to see on rare occasions. not even noticing it herself, calhoun didn’t force her features into an unreadable mask, and instead let herself ( unknowingly ) remain soft. “ but i think we need to keep a closer eye on her. she’s not ok, and it’s the least we can do. ” she didn’t know how but over the months she had become protective of vanessa. seen part of herself in her somehow even if they were so different and even if the chatty young girl had once grated on her she now cared beyond anything else. “ i’ll be happy to look into the legality of it... ” she trailed off with a smile, small laugh close to spilling from her lips. 

then, suddenly felix expression changed. his gaze looking upwards and calhoun trailed it only to rest her eyes on his features once more trying to read him as he spoke. beers? together? surely, he only meant as a friend but -– her heartbeats quickening behind her ribcage and her mouth opened to answer him. BUT before she managed to respond and tell him that yes, she’d actually enjoy that. he continued, and showed clearly that he didn’t want to go grab beers alone with her anywhere else but his office. silently she reprimanded herself for thinking anything different about his boss and smiled, nodding as he finished. “ yes, i’d enjoy that. ” ensuring that no disappointment was shown through her mask she chose to take a sip from the beer in her hand. smile still remaining on her features but a more neutral kind than previously. “ perhaps we can try out the new microbrewery down the road ? ”

[tamoracalhouns]

j. roberts.

Jake was surprised to see a small smile flicker on her lips, and further surprised to hear that she was continuing the conversation. He blinked a few times, processing, before replying. “Nah, I don’t, I’ve thought about it though. Seems like a cool way to get around.” He’d also considered it as an option to get the attention of girls that were into the bad boy type, but he figured if he voiced that to this woman in particular he’d get a punch for his thoughts.

“ you shouldn’t get a bike because it seems cool, ” she leant back gesturing for him to sit down should he want to. her demure so changed from her first biting remarks and wish for him to vacate the building, possibly the entire block. but her therapist had told her to be more friendly and even if she’d happily bite people’s heads off for annoying her she tried to listen to the advice. “ technically, getting on a bike is similar to a death wish as any small mistake could lead to a grave injury. it’s good though. quicker to get around rather than a car and it has a sense of freedom. however, if you consider it ensure that you get enough protective gear and try not to be one of those idiots who wear shorts and a t-shirt when they ride. ” 

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t. bell.

Tina smiled back as she had the woman’s attention, but only because she wanted to help and had to act somewhat pleasant to make sure she got it. It was short-lived, however, when Tamora pointed in the direction she had already been in not three minutes prior. “I swear I looked there,” she insisted, sticking her nose in the air.

Tina didn’t care much that there were different kinds, intending to buy the cheapest one to get the job done. But when the woman asked what she needed it for she could barely hide the smirk on her face. She needed it because she was fixing a tree house, but she didn’t have to tell Tamora that. Not if she could get a reaction out of someone first.

“Oh, you know, what most people need a nail gun for,” Tina began innocently, clasping her hands behind her back as they walked. “Extreme Nerf Battles. I’d like to win this time.”

customers had a tendency to believe they had looked, when they certainly hadn’t which became fairly evident when you corrected them. friendly smile on her lips ( far from the scowl she had internally ) calhoun walked down the aisle expecting the woman to follow her. a snort becoming the initial response to the definitely made-up story the woman told her about nerf-gun battles with nail guns. clearly expecting a reaction which calhoun wasn’t going to give her. instead she stopped in front of the nail guns and made a gesture towards one of the bigger ones. “ i’ve heard this one is one of the best ones for that purpose. ” turning her attention towards the woman she didn’t show more emotion than friendly customer service calhoun. “ however, i must ask. who wronged you to the degree that you want to inflict damage ? ”

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[tamoracalhouns]

t. bell.

Starter for @tamoracalhouns·

Tina generally only visited Handy Felix’s when she had set her mind on ‘fixing’ something, that thing usually being a teapot or the cabinet door in her kitchen that she had a penchant for putting her foot through when in a bad mood. More often than not if she could get materials without paying for them elsewhere she would, but it happened that she knew no one who owned a nail gun. (Though perhaps they were just too weary to lend her anything with nails, hammers included.)

Tina had walked past the shelf she was looking for about ten times, because she wasn’t tall enough to see exactly what she was looking for, and she was far too stubborn to ask any members of staff (like Sven, ew) for help. Finally, her frustration got the better of her, however, and she chased down someone who looked like they must work there.

“Hey! You work here, right? Where are the nail guns?”

with her hair in a high pony tail and eyes surveying the shopping floor, noting that the other employees were occupied and helpful to their customers, calhoun didn’t note the customer approaching her until the woman was next to her. her brows furrowing slightly, not at being approached but rather that she hadn’t seen the woman walk up to her, and the same second the annoyance made an appearance on her features calhoun decided to smile towards the customer. her left hand resting on her hip as she turned towards the woman. 

“ they’re right there, ” she gestured towards the back of the shop. a sign hanging right in the area for it saying nail guns but customers rarely noted the smart layout of the floor, and rather asked before even trying themselves, and calhoun wasn’t in the mood to correct a customer. instead she gestured for the woman to follow her as she walked towards the area. “ let me show you, as there’s several different kinds. if you don’t mind me asking, what do you need it for ? maybe i can help you find the one most suitable. ”

[tamoracalhouns]

b. newhart.

When the bartender set two more glasses down full of jack and coke, Bernard let himself relax a bit. “Town gets drugged at a festival and all leads dry up,” he confirmed bitterly. It felt like anyone who might know something clammed up in fear or just had so little information it barely made a dent. Add in a partner who lately felt more like a colleague, and suffice to say he’d been stressed as all hell during this investigation. 

Taking a few sips of his drink he held back a snort, a small grin forming on his face. “Ah the DIY videos on Youtube are running rampant again I see,” he joked,“Least it’s not the holidays, pretty sure we got a few calls from people’s homemade decorations catching fire from faulty wires.” At her comment he couldn’t help but snort in amusement, “Let me guess, tall, bit of a dork? Name rhymes with Ven?” He still hadn’t forgotten how quick he had been to skedaddle during their lunch, leaving Felix behind. 

“ sounds like a headache, ” leaning against the bar on her elbows she rubs her temples lightly. “ at least in the army you knew who was the enemy, it was the people shooting at you.” a rare comment on her past surfacing and she reaches for the drink, taking a big sip, almost emptying half the glass. calhoun had made it an art form to not talk about her life in the military and she was even more secretive about the losses she had made, the horrors she had seen, during her time. “ so, i wish you all the luck, i guess. ”

a smile emerges when bernard makes a comment on the DIY videos on youtube and she nods along. “ speaking of headaches, bjorgman is giving me one on the daily. he is a lovely guy but sometimes, the whole puppy thing is just too much and he’s costing felix money. ” it wasn’t that calhoun had anything against sven, she did enjoy his company and had made a habit of making him the butt of her jokes but at times, like the incident with the free service during work hours, to one woman’s shower –– she got annoyed. especially when it affected felix negatively. “ however, and i’m not admitting to it, but those christmas DIY’s and their flammable behaviour... ” a smirk stretching over her lips as she empties her drink and gestures to the bartender for a new one. “ i’m not saying i’m at fault here, but sometimes it comes down to the type of glue and how you handle it. ”

[tamoracalhouns]

v. von schweetz.

Vanessa was used to bullshitting other people. She did it frequently and without hesitation, and most of the time, the people that she did it to let her get away with it without questioning her. Whether it was because they actually believed her or because they simply couldn’t be bothered to push her further was up for debate. Regardless, Calhoun seemed to be one of the exceptions to that rule. “It’s not about the customer,” she started, shrugging slightly. “I just don’t like feeling like I fucked up. Because like… Rationally speaking, I should never have gotten this job in the first place, and I know I don’t always show it but I respect Felix and I’m so grateful to him for taking a chance on me. And I just—I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ you didn’t fuck up, ” the words said as calhoun breathes out. arms still crossed over her chest as she looks the younger girl up and down as she weighed her next words. “ some customers are just rude, and it has no reflection on your work ethic or how you are as a person. nor does it say anything about being ungrateful. ” she pauses, and had she been of a softer nature her arms would have wrapped around vanessa in a comforting hug but hugs had never been calhoun’s thing. hence she instead decided to comfort with words, and a candy. reaching down in a nearby drawer she retrives a lollipop that she throws in vanessa’s direction as she continues. “ did you break everything in the shop ? no. did you repair someone’s shower for free ? no. did you instead handle a grumpy customer quite well ? yes. so, as you see. there’s nothing to disappoint anyone about. ”

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f. fix.

It took Felix a moment to realize that Calhoun had accepted his offer, but he was quickly brought back to the present moment with the thud against his desk. “Hey,” he objected as he ran a hand over the spot she’d hit. No damage done, thankfully. “I have a bottle opener, y’know.” He dug his keys out of his pocket and cracked open his own beer with his multitool keychain. Going past the mild annoyance, though, her bottle opening move had been weirdly kind of attractive. He took a quick sip of his beer in an attempt to quash that train of thought. “Mm, that’s pretty nice. I’ll be taking the rest of these home for sure.”

He almost asked her to take her foot off the desk before realizing it gave him a nice view of her leg. And then feeling too awkward to say anything as his face flushed slightly. “Vanessa’s not fragile, but I remember being that age. Getting yelled at is rough no matter how old you are, anyway. I don’t know what makes people think they have the right to be awful to a teenage girl like that. Or any of the employees here, really. Some people just don’t know how to act.” He shook his head slowly. He raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together as Calhoun continued. “Yeah, I’ve talked to him about it before, but I don’t know if I stressed it seriously enough. It’s hard to run a business when your services are getting given away for free.” That was probably a bit harsh, and mean to say behind Sven’s back, but it was starting to become an actual problem. When you budget for shrink it’s usually for product, not services. He took another, larger sip of his beer.

“ well, i do have good taste in beer. i thought this was already a proven fact. ” leaning back in the chair she was sitting on, balancing it on the back legs slightly, calhoun couldn’t help but give felix a small smile. her features softening from the hard facade she kept up during working hours and most individuals, except for felix. for some reason she relaxed in his presence, but not enough for anyone to deem her unprofessional. her work at handy felix’s being one of her life lines and she’d do anything not to lose the job, even if it these days felt a bit bland and she was considering taking the police academy entrance exam.

“ of course, vanessa isn’t fragile. ” a frustrated sigh escaping her. “ but she’s young and she will pretend that she’s fine until she isn’t anymore. which isn’t good for anyone. ” calhoun’s instinct to protect vanessa humming in her bones, even if she knew that the girl could handle herself, she also knew how easy it was to pretend to be fine until one wasn’t anymore and if there was one thing she wanted to avoid, it was vanessa feeling like she herself had felt once. taking a sip from her beer she nodded along to felix’s comment on sven, long fingers tapping against her leg as she listened. “ well, if he wants to give away services for free maybe take it out of his paycheck? ” the comment meant to help felix ratehr than throw sven under the bus, but the words came out harsh and to smooth over the comment she smiled. “ at least then he’ll know things cost money. ”

[tamoracalhouns]

j. roberts.

The dripping sarcasm coming from this woman was dampening Jake’s spirits. He leaned on the back of the chair he’d recently vacated with his free hand. “Yep, riveting stuff, for sure. I’ve gone through it a couple times myself.”

He glanced around for something else to talk about, making one last ditch effort to see if he could get some kind of conversation going. He noted a helmet sitting next to her, and a motorcycle outside. “That your bike?” He pointed outside with the hand he was holding his ice cream. “…It’s pretty cool.” Wow, bad. He was starting to consider cutting his losses and taking his ice cream on a walk home.

despite her intention to remain frowning and unpleasant, the comment on the study literature for the police academy exam caused a small smile on her lips before she forced her composure to resume into the original uninterested demure. “ yes, it’s my bike and thank you. i agree, it is pretty cool. ” and before she could stop herself, calhoun found herself continuing the conversation. “ do you have one yourself... or ? ”

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i. de tito.

“you haven’t seen my shirt have-” the article in question smacked him in the face, slithering into his waiting hands. damn but she had good aim.·“thanks,” the word muffled as he pulled the gray fabric over his head, tugging it down his chest. even if it was a pity to cover all that up. now at least physically decent, he turned to the woman ( @tamoracalhouns· ) still on the bed. taking in her form while he debated his next move.·“i know this is normally my cue to leave but…” suddenly, he flopped back onto the bed, flinging his arms as he went so one hand came to rest on calhoun’s knee.·“i could stay a bit longer. we could hang?” calhoun was the only woman who after didn’t want to talk or cuddle or stare at the ceiling in satisfaction. a part of him could appreciate the string-less ease of their arrangement, but it also filled him with near constant confusion.

did he genuinely not know when his purpose had been served and it was time to leave ?·a sigh escaping past calhoun’s lips as tito sat down on her bed again and her eyes giving him a slight eyeroll as he suggested to hang out. when their dalliance had started she had chosen him not only for his good looks but because the town’s lover boy hardly wanted anything permanent, and when she had engaged him in a no strings attached arrangement she had assumed he would follow it gladly. something the question he now posed showed a completely different intention. therefore, she met him with silence as her doe eyes slid over his form and she leant against the headboard of the bed. only the sheet covering her naked form from his eyes, but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it before.·“·this is a simple arrangement, de tito. what about it is so hard to follow ? ” a gesture towards him and her clothes strewn across the room.·“·don’t come and tell me you want to get to know me now.··”·