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call me henry, dipshit
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24 YEARS OLD
May
29
gemini
washington, d.c.
heterosexual
beat cop
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HENRY WALLACE
packing my bags and giving the academy a raincheck.
the police station was hot, icky, stuffy, all forms of dreadful that morning. there wasn't a soul in sight there, sans the dispatch crew and those not on assignment. curiously enough, everyone started going out on patrol around ten am, which henry soon realised was to escape the station. while one to pursue other manners of work whilst in the station (his way of phrasing do nothing and play on his playstation), he figured that it was best to take a page out of everyone else's book and go on "patrol" to get himself some lunch. a footlong sub or a loaf of bread with some cherry soda seemed incredibly appealing at the moment, because as much as he wanted a beer, it would look bad if he went back to the station with alcohol, however faintly, on his breath. this found henry wandering through the streets, having forgotten the way to the pike place market. since he doesn't go on patrol very much at all, and not traveling a route more than from his apartment to the station very often, he's rather forgetful of the streets in the city. he can tell you exactly where all of the murders in the past year happened if you happen to pass by, tell you where all of the big drug busts occurred, but can't find his way to a goddamned tourist trap. this bugs him to no end, and right as he whips out his phone to use google maps to get him to the market, henry spots a bakery across the street that looks decent enough. dashing through traffic, too lazy to go to a crosswalk, hearing honks and seeing confused looks since he's still in his uniform and should be upholding the law, he reaches the sidewalk on the other side and promptly trips on the sidewalk. smooth. especially for such a good, upstanding member of law enforcement such as himself. putting his hands on the not-entirely-smooth concrete and pushes up. once standing, henry pats down his uniform and checks with his phone's camera to make sure that his hair is still perfect, which it is. he strolls into the bakery, buys a large loaf of ciabatta, pulls a handy stick of butter out of his pocket, butters it, then walks out stuffing it into his mouth so, so handsomely. as the failure of a human being strides down the sidewalk much more confidently, both hands trying to hold up his large loaf of bread, blocking his view, he ignores the more than strange looks afforded to him. the bread blocked his view too much, though. henry trips on air, and his ciabatta flies into the street, hitting a car. he wails loudly. too loudly. AGGIE COLE
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the devil wears prada
call me aggie
she / her
24 YEARS OLD
October
25
scorpio
bentwood, alabama
pansexual
fashion designer
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AGGIE COLE
i won't pledge allegiance to a serpent on a tree. i don't believe in satan, but he believes in me.
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FOR I HAVE SINNED
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EVERYBODY'S GOT THEIR DEMONS[break]
EVEN WIDE AWAKE OR DREAMING
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Aggie hated wearing the habit. She didn't often venture outside the walls of the church without a change of clothes, but today she'd been sent grocery shopping with an escort. Like she even needed one. The nun traveling with her today was to make sure Aggie "stayed in line" and "didn't cause a ruckus" because she was notorious for picking fights when fights didn't need to be picked and she was equally as infamous for the fact that she couldn't seem to keep any one piece of her habit on for longer than ten minutes. The second nun's name was Sister Jane, and she was, admittedly, one of the strictest nuns with the least tolerance for Aggie herself.[break][break]
So Aggie ditched her as soon as she possibly could. When the two had finished their shopping, Aggie had kindly suggested that they split up the groceries so they could pay for them faster and be on their way back to the church (because they were already late, according to Father William, who'd set two hour time limits on all of his nuns' outings). Jane had reluctantly agreed and Aggie had torn off to another line, checking out her small sack of groceries, then fled from the store before Jane was halfway finished. Aggie tailed it a few blocks, then slowed, a gleeful smile splitting her features. She hastily stopped by a bench, set her groceries down, and began to remove her veil, folding it neatly and tucking it into the bag that held most of the vegetables they'd purchased. She pulled her fingers through her flaxen tresses, a sigh escaping her, then picked up her groceries again. She didn't have time to change clothes. So despite the absence of her veil she continued to wear her robes, her belt, her rosary. It wasn't her first choice, but at least her head could breathe.[break][break]
Aggie crossed the street (at the crosswalk, mind you) and let the pleasant smell of fresh bread and pastries dull her senses and make her stomach rumble. She hadn't eaten yet, so she absentmindedly reached into her brown sack of groceries and plucked out an apple, which she bit into with fervor as she walked behind a man with gravity-defying hair. She watched him with mild curiosity as he first crossed the street (without the sidewalk, and in a police uniform no less) then tripped, first catching himself, then tripping again, sending the loaf of bread he'd been holding flying into a blue crv. Butter smeared the front windshield and Aggie's hand shot up to her mouth, stifling a snort of laughter as she made the split decision to cross the street after him, before the traffic started rolling and she'd lose him. [break][break]
Aggie caught up to him, a grin on her face. "Who in the hell even carries their own butter around?" She asked him, shifting her grocery bag to the opposite arm. "Not only that, why would you eat a loaf of bread?"
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call me henry, dipshit
male
24 YEARS OLD
May
29
gemini
washington, d.c.
heterosexual
beat cop
TAG WITH @henry
HENRY WALLACE
packing my bags and giving the academy a raincheck.
he got up, patting down his uniform yet again and whips out his phone, checking his face and hair with his camera. again. lamenting his lack of handkerchief (he'd kept one with him as a child for these purposes) he continued on the down the street while hearing the angry honks of the driver whose windshield had been covered in bread and butter. it wasn't my fault your car was in the way, henry though, and puts his hand up to give the driver the biggest middle finger ever seen, but decides against it midway. it would dampen appearances, as he was still in uniform. instead, he waves, putting on a cheery smile and walks down the sidewalk on his way back to the station, and his beloved playstation druglord. the cop jumps when he hears a woman's voice next to him, nearly tripping once again. turning to face the source of the voice, he's caught up in the first thing he notices about her. gorgeous, luscious, voluminous, lovely hair. it's long, blond, perfect for hair not his - what more was there to give good ratings? the next thing henry notices is the lovely face underneath that hair, with a grin on it. he opens his mouth a little bit in awe. he has found perfection in the female half of humanity. henry had thought he'd found it in college, in a friend's girlfriend, but that title had just gone to the woman next to him. the third thing he notices is the incomplete nun's outfit she's wearing. the replies to her questions come quick. there are other things henry has to ask her. "well, i carry around butter, at least, if that wasn't fairly obvious." his reply is too sarcastic. if he is to have any sort of chance with a nun, he's going to need to be less of a shitbag, a difficult task. "i ate a loaf of bread because i like to eat loaves of bread. why did the usa build nukes? because they like to build nukes. why do you leave your church or abbey or wherever you are, still wearing part of your nun getup or whatever you call it? i'd love to know the answer to that, actually. we can do it over coffee or whatever, your choice."
that was smooth, so smooth. casually asking out a nun while using nukes in a question? awesome choice. henry hasn't made such a good decision in a while. he locks his fingers together behind his head in a spot he knows from experience won't mess up his hair. his hair is always, always important. another look at the nun provides more of an answer to his question, as he notices the grocery bag on her arm. it meant that if she was walking around buying groceries that she had to be at a catholic church close enough to do that. the beautiful man only knows of one church close enough, one he'd casually covered in ultra-soft toilet paper when he was twelve. "hm, do you live at that st. joseph's church?" the more information, the merrier. AGGIE COLE
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the devil wears prada
call me aggie
she / her
24 YEARS OLD
October
25
scorpio
bentwood, alabama
pansexual
fashion designer
TAG WITH @aggie
AGGIE COLE
i won't pledge allegiance to a serpent on a tree. i don't believe in satan, but he believes in me.
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FOR I HAVE SINNED
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EVERYBODY'S GOT THEIR DEMONS[break]
EVEN WIDE AWAKE OR DREAMING
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Aggie, admittedly, hadn't been asked out in a long time. Everyone assumed that because she was a nun she was obligated to live a life of chastity and boredom but nobody really thought about the fact that nuns were allowed to have friends and acquaintances. It was quite a relief, really, to be talking to the cop, because she hadn't talked to anyone but Evelyn for months now, and despite having only met him Aggie knew he'd be a pleasure for someone like her to talk to. He oozed sarcasm, from what she could tell, and people who carried around their own butter and snacked on entire loaves of bread were definitely interesting enough for Aggie to lend her time of day.[break][break]
"You used," she began, shifting the grocery bag again. It bit into her arms, but she masked the discomfort with another disarming smile. "A reference to nukes in the same sentence you used to ask me to coffee." She tipped her head to the side, squinting at him. She wanted to say something else, but the angry honking of the buttered-up driver who'd pulled up beside them was driving her insane. She glanced over at the cop. "Here," she said with a mischievous grin. "I'll do it for you." She turned towards the car, set her bag of groceries at her feet, pushed up her right-arm sleeve, and promptly flipped off the driver, who stopped, taken aback. Considering her holy garb, his response was reasonable. Inside his car he shook his head, blinked, and looked back at Aggie, who was smiling sweetly as though she'd just complimented his outfit or offered him her blessing. After a moment she put her arm down, rolled down her sleeve, and picked up her groceries. [break][break]
"And yes, super-sleuth, I do live at St. Joseph's. Lived there my whole life." She shifted the groceries again. "I'm not supposed to be out here," she said, "But I've never been too keen on the whole nun business anyway." She cocked her head again, blond locks tumbling over her shoulder, contrasting greatly with the dark fabric of her habit. "You can take me to coffee, on one condition." She looked down at her robes, then back up at the cop. "You carry these groceries for me while I go find something better to wear."
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call me henry, dipshit
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24 YEARS OLD
May
29
gemini
washington, d.c.
heterosexual
beat cop
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HENRY WALLACE
packing my bags and giving the academy a raincheck.
henry doesn't register the words of his beautiful new... date about nukes and asking her to coffee until she's saying she'll do something for him. by that point, the nun is flipping off the butter car, and he's officially died inside. laughter spills from his mouth and one can visibly see the tears streaming down his face. "you," he pauses, laughing so hard. "just flipped off." more laughing. "flippedoffaguywhilewearingyournunoutfit."
once he calms down, he tries to listen to the nun talk. he hears her explain how yes, she lives at the institution he once tp'ed, and has been there her whole life. it seems rather stupid to the cop, being nonreligious himself, and he can't stop staring at her blond hair as it falls over her shoulder. henry barely hears her say that she's not really into her job, as he's too busy staring at her hair. barely, because it registers in empty head that he wasn't surprised by that. she's just so gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous that anything she says really does go over his head and straight into the sidewalk. it's a surprise when he absorbs it quite clearly that he has to hold her groceries to get her to go out with him so she can acquire proper clothes. instead of having her buy some, he has a better idea. a much better one. "here, take your rosa-thingy off, roll up your skirt at the waistband a ton, and put my jacket on. problem solved." to this end, he slides off his jacket effortlessly and with as much grace as he can muster, holding his arm out with his jacket on it. henry then takes her bag with less grace, almost tipping the contents out onto the concrete. as they continue down the street, he asks the important questions, the necessary ones. "'kay, so you're a nun and you've always lived at a church. what sort of traditional christian name do you have? also, black coffee or tons of milk and sugar? cats or dogs? playstation or xbox?" the last one is of utmost importance. if their relationship is to have any meaning in the future, xboxes cannot be involved. AGGIE COLE
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the devil wears prada
call me aggie
she / her
24 YEARS OLD
October
25
scorpio
bentwood, alabama
pansexual
fashion designer
TAG WITH @aggie
AGGIE COLE
i won't pledge allegiance to a serpent on a tree. i don't believe in satan, but he believes in me.
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FOR I HAVE SINNED
[attr="class","rcposting2img"] [attr="class","rcposting2mid"] [attr="class","rcposting2mid2"]
EVERYBODY'S GOT THEIR DEMONS[break]
EVEN WIDE AWAKE OR DREAMING
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Aggie doesn't find her actions outright hysterical, but she does manage to crack a smile at the fact that the police officer before her found something so trivial as a nun flipping someone off so funny. She tilts her head in slight confusion when he first starts laughing, and by the time he's been laughing for a while she finally realizes why he's doing it. She'd totally forgotten about her habit, her holy outfit. Huh.[break][break]
She smiled slowly and shook her head, feeling slightly bashful about his straightforward suggestions. She supposed it could work, but it wouldn't exactly be fashionable. It wasn't too hot outside, and Aggie could feel a cold front blowing in (another bout of rain, whoopee!). The relief of the weight of the groceries was appreciated, and she took the jacket as though it were a live bomb. This whole experience was entirely foreign, as she'd never had anyone give her their jacket. Now free of the groceries, she was happy to unbutton the loose black jacket that buttoned up to her throat. She pulled it off, revealing a simple black long-sleeved shirt. She balled up her first jacket with one hand, stuffed it between her legs while she threw on Henry's jacket. She continued walking with him, her old jacket in her hands. [break][break]
"Traditional Christian name is right. I don't like to go by it, so for now you can just call me Aggie, okay?" She reached over and set her old jacket on top of the bag of groceries he was carrying, looking down as she untied the woolen belt that her rosary was looped around. She stuffed it into the grocery bag as well, alongside her veil and her jacket, and was pleasantly surprised to feel that his jacket was already keeping her spectacularly warm. She glanced down at the breast pocket, which read 'Wallace'. She cracked another half-smile. "Tons of milk and sugar. Dogs, definitely, and PlayStation is so much better than Xbox." She thought about her high school days, when she'd go over to friends' houses and play games on their systems. "The Xbox controllers are really weird to me." she said, not even looking at him as she rolled up her skirt. The most she could get it without it looking absolutely ridiculous was just below her knees, which she figured looked moderate considering the length of her jacket and the arrangement of her hair. She looked very bohemian, very chic. She pulled her fingers through her hair again, letting it fall behind her so it was out of her way. [break][break]
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