[table][row][cell][/cell][cell][center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/260328/254e777b.png[/img] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/fe3a735e58d8b934ed4a400298793c39/d4c87cdc23047f41-a5/s400x600/45564a02cf5932473ab7c09b4aecb20bce3499dd.gif[/img][/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][right][color=gray][sub][color=A6FCFA][b]Location[/b][/color] [color=white]—[/color] [i]Her home -> Pines Holler Fairgrounds [/i][/sub][/color][/right][/center][center][color=A6FCFA]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][indent][indent] [color=lightgray] Three days without power could feel like a lifetime. For Callie, it had been a much needed breather. She spent most days in her office down on main street - regardless if anyone came in looking for her services or not. The power outage had given her time to do the exact opposite of that. Sure, most of the time was spent lazying around the house and going down to Huskers only when she couldn’t stand the heat anymore just like the rest of the town, but it was nice. The young woman had done her best trying to figure out what had caused the power outage, but she could never get a straight answer no matter who she asked. Some people said it was a blown transformer. Others chalked it up to ‘just a fluke’. Whatever the reason, Callie didn’t like how it all seemed a little too hush-hush. Even more so, she hated the sneaking suspicion that Pines had been all but forgotten. Fourth of July rolled around almost as fast as small town rumors had the tendency to spread. Callie usually looked forward to the annual town festivities, but this year was different. She hadn’t told Rowan - let alone anyone else - how their mother had been messaging her on and off for the last month, nearly begging for what she kept referring to as a ‘business meeting’. Something told Callie it was more than that, and after years of no contact she wasn’t about to sit willingly at the enemies table - nor offer an invitation to hers. Pines Holler may have been small, but Callie knew this place like the back of her hand. Avoiding her parents over the years had been easy, especially when it seemed that they were doing the same. The funniest sort of feeling lingered in the air. Something told Callie that that avoidance wouldn’t be so easy tonight. It wasn’t enough to deter her completely, but it was enough to put her on just enough of an edge. Besides, regardless of any weird feelings she had, Callie was never going to pass up an opportunity to support her brother and/or his band. The elder of the Shaw duo promptly [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ba/ad/d4/baadd46acac779f8f500d73951ec7c56.jpg]got dressed[/url] and smoked a fair share of weed before stashing a few goodies for later in her purse before beginning the drive over to the fair grounds. While marijuana wasn’t legal in the state of North Carolina, Callie wasn’t exactly worried about getting pulled over for a DWI when Pines police force was nearly all impaired themselves. She drove with the windows down, feeling the setting sun and warm wind upon her skin. The radio was tuned in to the local country station. Callie had nearly lost the strange feeling in her stomach by the time she had put the car in park. Once Callie was inside the gates she decided to make her rounds at the vendor booths and heritage crafters. Ever since she was a little girl, it had been her favorite thing to do on Fourth of July other than watch the fireworks while eating funnel cake with Rowan. She would have to sneak the money from Ettie to do so, and they would always have to avoid their parents so they wouldn’t get caught. In Callie’s mind, each time they pulled it off made the funnel cake taste even better. Caught up in some of the better memories she had while stopping to look at some local handcrafted pottery, Callie was brought back to the present by someone calling her name. She turned to follow the sound of the some-what familiar voice, only to be disappointed with what awaited her. [color=A6FCFA]”Robert,”[/color] she replied sternly. Callie had refused to call her old principal ‘Mr. Jenkins’ since the day she had graduated, and [i]especially[/i] since that one unfortunate night after Huskers. She had made herself a silent agreement to remain cordial with the man, but she wasn’t going to respect him if she was no longer being forced to do so. Crossing her arms while he spoke, Callie couldn’t help but raise a brow at his commands. She was mildly bewildered. Anyone who knew Callie or Natalie Shaw knew they did not speak to one another. On top of that, Callie couldn’t think of a reason for Jenkins to be concerned about Mercer when the latter had skipped town. [color=A6FCFA]”She’s a very busy woman, but I’m sure she’s around here somewhere,”[/color] she began in response, looking up at him. Her curiosity peaked, Callie knew she had to play this just right to get any information that she could from Jenkins. Her tone and facial expression gently shifted to convey concern. [color=A6FCFA]”Is this really important enough to stress you out? From what I’ve heard, Mercer’s skipped town and none of us really have anythin’ to worry about in regards t’ him anymore. I’m not sure if I would be able to help catch her attention on somethin' that seems to be a non-issue.”[/color] For now, Callie was fishing for information and relying on the fact that Jenkins knew nothing about her and her mothers relationship. Rather this would work or potentially backfire she had next to no way of knowing but she was damn sure willing to give it a shot. [/color][/indent][/indent][center][/center] [right][sub][color=A6FCFA][b]Interacting With[/b][/color][color=white] — [/color][color=lightgray]Robert Jenkins[/color] [b][color=A6FCFA]Mentions[/color][/b][color=white] — [/color][color=lightgray]Rowan & Natalie Shaw[/color][/sub][/right]