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talia-epstein:

“I’m cliche? Wow, I’m offended,” Talia let out an exasperated scoff, clearly exaggerated for good measure as she put a hand on her heart. It seemed as if people were always dying to know more about others – she figured it was the best way to capture their interest, drive them mad when she revealed nothing about herself. Keeping a non-chalant air about her certainly helped; not once had she asked for the other woman’s name. The most beautiful one she had seen in a long time.

“Round two? In this diner?” Talia inquired with a curious head tilt, eyes flickering around the diner. “I mean, sure. I think the old guy over there might enjoy it a little too much, though,” she said casually, trying to ignore the touch of electricity she felt from the dancer’s touch. Biting her lower lip, she took in a deep breath through her nose. Eyes swimming with mischievous intent, she leaned forward as if she was about to tell her a secret. “Think I’d prefer to make out with you in the bathroom. Want to do that?”

Talia’s fake offence was filled with sarcasm which caused Callie to roll her eyes, however there was a playful smile that formed on the woman’s lips as she did so. She couldn’t help it. Part of her knew exactly the other woman’s game. She was playing Callie and she was getting reeled in -- but only because part of her wanted it to go down like this. Otherwise she wouldn’t look Talia in the eye ever again. Not only was the attention a nice ego boost, but, she would admit (despite the fact that the two weren’t on even playing fields) she was finally in control of her own desires. That in of itself was intoxicating and all the more reason she would go into the bathroom and kiss the woman hard. 

“Here isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” The whole time they sat there, Callie continued to touch the woman under the table. She watched intently for some kind of physical reaction. Green hues flickered between Talia’s lips and her dark eyes as she spoke. Her eyes still wild. The idea caused a hot flush to rush to her cheeks as they turned rose red. At this point there was no saying no. She was already too excited. Her mind quickly flashed to all the places her hands would hopefully soon explore before she responded. “I might --” Callie shifted in the booth, moving toward the edge of her seat. 

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haleskillian:

“Well I haven’t stumble upon any other Haley’s so..I think we’re in the clear. No problem Callie, I know if I ate this to myself I would be regretting it later. I have a strong sweet tooth and often over spend on things like this.” Haley shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m happy to help,” a small smile pricked up at the woman’s lips before grabbing another raspberry. She was careful to hold onto flavour when biting into it. “So -- can I ask a question?” She started after finishing with her berry, her smile now falling from her features as se inspected the other woman. 

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talia-epstein:

Talia was a night owl by nature, going to bed when the sun went up and waking up in the early afternoon.  Her mind worked best when the sun disappeared. Something about the darkness called to her. Her friends often joked that she was a vampire, due to her fashion choices and preference for night-time. It was certainly no surprise to see her at a diner at four in the morning. The only twenty four hour diner she knew that existed within the nearby vicinity. She bought draft paper with her, hoping for inspiration to strike for a new sprinkler system.

Roast beef and melted cheese in-between hoagie rolls was her favorite. Licking the cheese off her index finger, Talia darted her eyes around the diner and recognized the dancer sitting in the furthest booth away from the door. How long had she been there without realizing? Before Talia even knew it, she was making her way toward the booth. She casually swooped into the opposite seat and gave her a warm smile. “Hey, cutie,” she cooed in greeting, pretending as if the other night hadn’t happened. Truthfully, she had gotten over it pretty quickly, not wanting to relish in the annoyance she felt. “I can’t, in good conscience, not say hi to a pretty lady sittin’ all by her lonesome. How you doin’?”

Callie found the woman to be quite convoluting. Though in retrospect that was probably Talia’s intention if not anything else. To be a mystery -- to swoop in, make her mark in your mind and leave (only to go and come back). What made the situation even more confusing and frustrating was her interest in Callie -- the young brunette couldn’t understand it herself. But she wasn’t about to say the attention didn’t make her feel good because it did. It really did. Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath preparing for the witty remark and nonchalant attitude. She was met with exactly that. 

“You’re so cliche, you know that?.” Was the first words to come out of her mouth. No greeting, no hello, no name. She was trying to figure the other woman out -- knowing full well that she is a 1,000 piece puzzle. But until she had it done she’d fake her way through Talia (as best she could anyway). Her eyes widened for a moment before a smirk appeared on her beautiful features. “Did you come for round two? I didn’t really get to finish the other night.” Under the table Callie’s foot which was still clad with a heeled shoe from her night of work carefully brushed against the leg of the other woman. She played her cards with flirtation, curious as to how Talia would react.

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The woman sat alone and undisturbed in the booth of the diner. The interior broken down and re-patched like most, if not all of the world today. It was almost entirely empty, the clock on the wall reading 4 am. Another shift at Club Silk gone and her purse was very full from a long night of dancing. Callie sat with a plate of food in front of her, it was full of fresh and beautiful looking food yet all she could do was push at the cherry tomatoes that sat on her plate. She was never hungry, nor tired after her shifts. Her mind and body buzzing with energy yet no where to put it.

After a moment of sitting there in silence, moving on to poking at the cucumber her hands dropped the fork and came up to rub at her face softly. She was trying to muster up some kind of feeling of fatigue or hunger but nothing came. As her hands came back down to her lap her eyes caught onto the dark haired figure in the seat across the room. Talia -- her thoughts immediately returned to the other night and meeting the woman. Their eyes met for a moment before Callie pushed her green hues away and back down to the plate of food. Her canine coming down to sink into her soft and plump lower lip. 

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haleskillian:

           Haley took a raspberry in her fingers and threw it into her mouth, letting the sweetness burst into her taste buds, humming in appreciation. “Yep, the one and only–I mean unless there is another Haley around then that makes things awkward.”

Callie did her best to settle into the seat before leaning forward to grab a raspberry for herself. It had been so long since she’d been around fresh fruit that New Seattle had. The crops here was definitely a reason she’d still been here. “I mean, I haven’t met many people -- there could be another Haley here. I’m Callie by the way. Thanks for the fruit.”

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Callie couldn’t help her gut feeling about New Seattle. She had come from nothing good in this world and it seemed as though right now this was the best place on earth. For now. It almost seemed too perfect and Callie was too smart to fall for whatever was going on. Her perhaps she was just too damn paranoid. Too eager to ruin the possibility of a semi decent life for herself. 

Either way the woman was going to look around to see what she could find. Trust was earned but when no one really cares about being trusted then it hardly matters. It was easy to find out things from the drunk men she’d dance for at the club. Old assholes who couldn’t wait to brag about what was going on behind the scenes. Rogue law enforcement and twisted council members. None of that really affected her though. It was simply as if she was looking for a reason to leave. 

The top half of her body was caught in the window of a car when she heard someone behind her, they had cleared their throat -- definitely a ‘what are you doing’ kind of sound. Slowly she moved around, trying to fein innocent and as if she wasn’t just looking around suspiciously. “What?” She blurted out pulling her arms from the vehicle. 

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haleskillian:

        “Are you going to sit there and stare all day or are you going to pull up a seat and chat with me?” She lift up the plate, “I have some raspberries?” 

The woman’s eyes drifted from the girl to the chair and then of course, to the raspberries. “Um,” she started not knowing how to properly settle into the situation she’d found herself with the girl. She’d known her as an escort but that was it -- small smiles and glances exchanged as they has passed each other in Club Silk but that was it. “Sure --” she moved closer and pulled the chair out next to the girl and sat. Callie found it was getting easier to say yes more often now. She was enjoying that. “You’re Haley, right?”

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cade-prescott:

Cade made his way through the market with a fifty pound bag of corn thrown over his shoulder, the black ink on his neck striking against his tanned skin. Moving through the crowd with some grace he stopped when he felt himself bump into a body. Turning he looked over. “I’m sorry.” He stated, though he really didn’t mean it. Couldn’t they just watch where they were going? Couldn’t they see his field of vision was limited? “Go ahead.” 

Blurred vision was a symptom of fatigue that hindered Callie’s ability to watch where she was going properly. She hadn’t meant to be in the other’s way -- complete accident. The brunette was rubbing at her eyes as she felt her body collide with someone, her action was to immediately step back. “Oh shit --” she was interrupted by his apology. A small smile forming on her lips as she brought her hand away from her face. “No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry...” She gave him a once over, her eyes drifting up and down over him before replying. “Thanks,” the singular word fell from her lips before she went in front of him. 

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—STATS

full name: callie rose hendrix d.o.b: 16th october 2113 gender: cis-female, she/her sexuality: bisexual occupation: dancer status: immune supportive: neutral

—SUMMARY

CALLIE HENDRIX is a broken girl who knows how to turn herself into steel. She’s had everything taken away from her and been gutted from the inside out. She doesn’t know how to trust anyone and that sometimes poses a problem in today’s new world. After travelling with a pack of people calling themselves the Savages for eight years she’s finally free and trying to find her place in her new found freedom. 

—DETAILED BIOGRAPHY             ( death, rape, blood tw )

CALLIE HENDRIX was born on what’s left of the West Coast. If the pollution was bad before the end of the world it’s certainly it’s own toxic wasteland now. Her mother and father a couple who had their own safe zone much like New Seattle -- they thought it would be time for a baby. After all the new generations had to keep making more and more people if they wanted to feel like they were doing something, anything to overcome this horrible new world. The safe zones were only as safe as the people thought it was. An illusion of safety was struck down by gangs of people wanting to hunt an scavenge and kill. The people who attacked had been mapping the place for weeks. Waiting for the right time to strike.

Her home was on fire, everything she loved was either burning or being gutted. Men who called themselves the savages took what they wanted from her home. Killing anyone who was insight. She was nine when they forced her to watch as they slit the throats of her parents and as they slaughtered her friends. Her entire world was ripped from her and she was forced into the new world. Instead of killing her, Callie was brought along with the savages that murdered her parents. They kept her and a select few of the children to groom for soldiers or use as play toys. This was the new generation. 

This is how that little girl became a woman so fast. The savages had a travelling home base, she and the rest of her people were kept locked up until they were trusted not to run away. Most of her friends died trying to run or got scared they couldn’t take it. But Callie was smart and she valued her life too much. She knew she’d play it safe -- that eventually there would be something more. Until then her life was chaos.

At first they forced her to clean, she was only nine and not much use elsewhere. As she got older she moved up the ranks. She went from slave to eye candy to chew toy (literally) in a matter of years. She was fifteen when things escalated to a physical level after a few years of being looked at up and down one too many times. That’s all she was to the men who called themselves the savages. A piece of meat -- a tradable commodity. She knew it was coming. The first time was the worst -- it hurt and he wanted her to scream so when she didn’t  -- he made her. She had to learn that this is how she would survive now. By being whoever these people wanted her to be.

She was held with the savages until she was twenty two -- it was then she finally made her escape. She had been sleeping with the leader of the group for a while now -- one of his many play things to keep him amused in between killing and destroying people’s lives. She and a few of the other girls had been planning their escape for months. Gathering supplies from inventory unnoticed, making sure they had all they needed.

In the dead of night, whilst the man lay there sleeping off a nights worth of booze and drugs, Callie took a blade to his throat. Slitting it, knowing he would turn as soon as he arose -- a dead man. She and the girls dragged him to the main area of the camp, leaving him and a few other main perpetrators there to rot and turn so that they wold feast on the rest of the camp. 

They were free, finally. 

The girls were all in group for the most part. They had taken what they’d learned with the savages and used that to protect themselves. Thy travelled from safe zone to safe zone, none of them lasting that long. Some girls died and some girls stayed where they liked it. In the end it was just Callie again. On her own, the way she always felt.

She never stayed in a place very long. Nothing really felt right. But now she was sick and tired of fighting and she needed rest. She had heard of the great New Seattle and the thriving city it was and how she could be free or happy or some kind of bullshit resembling happiness there. 

In her two months she’s stayed quiet. Kept a close eye on everything and discovered there’s plenty of bullshit inside the wall going on that those in the wasteland don’t know about. Callie got a job as a dancer -- using her body the only way she knew how. She was damn good at it too. 

—WANTED CONNECTIONS:

I’d love for Callie to have a friend just like someone nice to her and isn’t judgy of the shit she’s been through tbh. 

anyone who frequents club silk or is affiliated with the club is automatically connected to callie whether or not thats friendly or unfriendly it’s up to the plotting!

—HEADCANONS:

One of the most lasting things that happened to Callie whilst she was held by the Savages was when the leader discovered she was immune. Most of the group were either infected or unknown and he had a tendency to be obsessed with the dead. He was terrified of turning but it fascinated him at the same time. He would tie her up, her hands attached to a hook. He’d gathered up the dead and locked one in a room with her. He let the dead bite at her at least once a week. They were always attached to a lead of wires so it could be electrocuted if they looked like they were about to kill her. Because of this Callie is covered in bite marks, all scarred and some even a little fresher. Her stomach, her legs, her arms and back are all covered. 

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talia-epstein:

“My name doesn’t matter,” Talia replied in haste, furrowing her eyebrows in mild confusion. “Most of my lovers never cared. I don’t know why you do,” she scoffed out, wanting to roll her eyes. She damn well knew it was hypocritical to expect the story without giving the dancer what she wanted. It figured she would find herself in the kind of situation she was desperately hoping to avoid even though it was most likely her fault.

Talia didn’t want to deal with complications or emotions that messed with the lifestyle she wanted. It often meant running away to avoid conflict. But she remained in her seat when she could very well easily get up and just… run away. That was the Talia way.

Spreading her legs further, Talia crossed her arms and slunk into her seat more. “Someone hurt you and I don’t like it,” she said lowly, voice barely audible as the music just about drowned her out. Truthfully, she couldn’t remember the last time someone stared her down like that since her mother. It wasn’t like she could advertise the fact she was a goddamn Renegade, a vigilante group that went after the scum and fought to right the wrongs of New Seattle.

“Of course your name matters,” Callie blurted out. She was so totally frustrated by her. Taking a step back she needed to put distance between herself and the raven haired woman. She couldn’t believe the nerve of her. Nor could Callie figure her out -- did she care? Did she not? What was her deal? It all kind of made her want to scream. “Except I’m not your lover. And I’m sure as hell not like anyone you’ve ever met before. So if you can’t bring yourself to give me your name, for whatever fucked up reason -- we’re done here.” 

Her voice was final and even now it felt oddly good to have the control back. Whilst she wasn’t using her body -- she was able to say what she wanted and be direct about it. Callie watched as the woman only sunk deeper into her seat, still finding herself bewildered. “Someone hurt me, it has nothing to do with you and I dealt with it. You don’t need to know because I don’t need someone to be angry for me, or for you to act like you know me because you know the story behind all of these scars. You don’t, you won’t and you can’t.”

Anger was beginning to bubble up in the woman’s stomach and make it’s way out through her throat. Her face was hot and her hands balled into fists. Her way of dealing with what happened to her was a little more avoidant then this trip down memory lane. Whether she liked it or not flashes of what used to happen to her arose in her mind and flashed before her eyes. 

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talia-epstein:

Talia’s eyes slowly flickered up and down the other woman’s body in interest. Not out of desire, moreso curiosity about the plethora of scars. She immediately recognized them as bite marks, having seen them on the immune who lived to tell the tale. It was one thing to see a scar, maybe even two if they had been unlucky, but there were dozens. A few more faded than the others. Grinding her teeth, she took in a deep, sharp breath. Not the time or place to get angry. 

There was so much more to the story, and frankly, she doubted she’d like finding out why the dancer had so many. 

Slowly licking her bottom lip, Talia could taste the iron from earlier, almost relishing in it. A breath got caught in her throat as the dancer came closer, feeling the warmth on her ear. “Fuck,” she rasped out with a heavy swallow, thoughts not anywhere close to friendly. “That’s not fair.”

All the other woman wanted was a name. It seemed more than fair and yet –… she was seemingly more interested in driving her mad with want, see how much she could push. It probably meant the private dance would stop but she was interested in something else.

“Call me babe, ‘cos, y’know, I’m a babe,” Talia said emphatically, looking amused with herself. The pretense was quickly dropped as her fingers softly trailed over a scar on the woman’s arm, careful not to reach into her personal space. “Who did this to you.”

Because I’m going to kill them was on the tip of her tongue.

All of a sudden there was this massive, dramatic mood shift and the smirk on Callie’s face fell. She rose from her position staring back down at the woman with a blank expression. No name and she’s pointing out the scars. Great. That feeling of control had slipped through her hands and now she was left feeling anxious, those silver marks burning with memories of life Callie would sooner rather forget then tell a complete stranger. “Are you kidding?” She exclaimed, her lips pouting as her brows furrowed softly. “You won’t even tell me your goddamn name like it’s the hardest thing in the world to say and you’re asking about something that doesn’t even matter?”

If she was confused before, she’s even more bewildered at the woman. She stood there, staring down at her. The music still playing loudly though now sounded more like white noise in comparison to what she was waiting to hear. Her body, the parts of her not covered by lace material, now covered in goose bumps. “Why does it matter?” Her curiosity got the better of her as she blurted out the words, almost angrily. 

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talia-epstein:

Talia pondered momentarily why the woman didn’t want payment for a service, considering they were strangers. It meant free from complications, no expectations given. The dancer was doing it out of her own free will, so maybe she found power in the action herself.

Once the coat was discarded, Talia had to stop herself from rubbing her thighs together, feeling tingles everywhere inside her body. There was something magical about her movements, the way her hips swayed to the beat. “Fuck me,” she rasped out, frozen in place in her chair. Biting her lower lip until she could taste iron, she kept her eyes firmly on the other woman’s movements.

Never mind the fact it seemed as if her heartbeats were beating louder than the music.

Talia could see the nerves begin to dissipate, her walls crumbling. Thinking less, feeling more. This… this was what she liked.

All her breathing was controlled throughout her movements. Each placement of her hands, her hips, the way her teeth tugged on her lower lip softly to add to the sensuality of her movements was purposeful. She looked to the woman who was seemingly enthralled with her movement, with her words Callie’s lips perked up into a smirk. Her hair falling over her face, creating that sense of mystery.

Callie kept the woman in that moment of trance for as long as she could handle it. However there was a force that dared the young woman to step own, carefully, and meticulously in time she stepped of the stage, her hips still perfectly in time with the music. She pulled herself closer to the woman who was sitting there, so easily in her control for once. Her heart was beating so fast, her body buzzing with excitement. 

A hand came down to the arm of the chair ash she stood before the woman, her body stood there motionless for a moment as she inspected the woman closely. “No money, no drugs, just one thing.” She murmured softly before coming down closer. Her lips finding the woman’s ear and her free hand  grazing the woman’s denim clad thigh. “I want your name,” she whispered softly.

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bcatricesharpe:

A small smirk formed on the woman’s features as she shook her head briefly. She didn’t want the younger woman to know she could see through the facade, instead she let her play it off. “It’s fine… If I was starin’ at you, I’d tell ya’. Pretty girls don’t go unnoticed easily.” Tris buttered with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “Beatrice, by the way.” She held her hand out in introduction, the smirk playing on her lips. 

>It was actually kind of hard to tell if the woman was calling her pretty or not. After all if pretty girls didn’t go unnoticed easily and she wasn’t staring at Callie then what did she mean? It didn’t matter, Callie shook off the thought as a smile poked through her soft features. An introduction was nice, it made her feel welcomed. “Callie --” she cut herself off, taking the woman’s soft hand for a moment to firmly shake it. “Hendrix.”