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katcrinas:

hands steadily grasp marble counter of kitchen island , a deafening if not dramatic sigh being pulled from her lips .  ❝    please tell me how while i was out on stakeout today , some preppy teen came up to me asking if i could sell him weed ? do i look like a weed dealer ? i mean seriously , of course this would happen to me . the irony is really fucking beautiful . i told the kid i was a narcotics officer and i swear i’ve never seen someone run that fast in my entire life .  ❞   she laughs in recollection of the moment , turning to rummage through dark wooden cupboards .   ❝   i’m pouring myself a drink , you want one ?   ❞    she’s calling over her shoulder , eyeing her mighty collection sitting upon reinforced shelves .

Paulie laughed, releasing her hair from the tight ballet approved bun on the top of her head and shaking it out before immediately tying it up again into a messy ponytail. Monday nights were binge nights, Paulie and Kat met up after work and whoevers apartment and binged on food, wine and trash TV.

          ( “You’ve got one of those faces, plus don’t stereotype drug dealers.               You don’t look like a cop either. Nor do I look like a semi-professional               Ballet dancer, but here we are. And please tell me that was a rhetorical               question. How long have we been friends? -- Of course I want one.” )

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graysonhq:

“  at what point can you tell the elderly grandmother of your patient that her innuendos are actually glaringly obvious and have no place in a doctor’s waiting room filled with little children? ”  grayson groaned as he collapsed on the uncomfortable chairs of the bustling cafe. he had thirty or so minutes before he needed to go back to work (assuming that his pager doesn’t go off), and he wanted to down as much caffeine as humanely possible. “ … asking for a friend. ”

Paulie had seen the man in the cafe frequently, and he always looked exhausted. She knew he was a doctor, she’d seen his ID badge and she often felt sorry for him, he always looked rushed off his feet, sometimes he didn’t even get a chance to sit down with his coffee, but today he managed to flop into the chair next to her. 

           ( “Probably around the time you can’t keep a straight face anymore?” )

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I won’t let anyone hurt me ever again

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━━━ TRISTIN MAYS. 29. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ↷ character paulina 'paulie' mitchell has been living in san francisco as a ballerina for 18 years. during that time he has earned the reputation of the black rose. it makes sense you know, they can be blunt and sarcastic. but let’s not forget they’re pretty compassionate and energetic. i heard their favorite song is bad at love by halsey.

Yo, it’s me again - yo girl Lottie. Here we go with what you need to know about Paulie. 

Paulie has always been something of a tomboy, no matter how much her mother tried to force her to like girlie things and wear pretty dresses Paulie always preferred playing cops and robbers with the neighborhood boys than playing with dolls with the girls, and all those pretty dresses always ended up ‘accidentally’ ruined. 

She hated every variation of nickname for her real name, Lina especially and settled upon Paulie from a real young age. Her dad thought it was very fitting her mother refused to call her it. 

The only ‘girly’ thing Paulie actively participated in was Ballet, she loved the passion and athleticism required to be a ballerina. It was among one of the more challenging athletic activities she took up and the only one she really stuck with. She got into a prestigious dance college after high school and has been dancing every since. 

Her parents moved to SanFran when she was 11 and she loves the city, she’s traveled a lot with her Ballet company but SanFran will always been her home. 

She’s a hopeless romantic, and wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s fallen in love and ultimately had her heart broken more times than she cares to count and it’s made her a little bitter, though no doubt she’d fall head over heels for anyone that gave her the time of day, once again. A/N: She’s also bisexual.

She’s a combat boot wearing, haven’t brushed my hair in days, wardrobe is predominately black and leather, kind of girl .