callum laurent

robert pattinson & he/him - male ‷ watch out , callum laurent has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty-two and celebrate their birthday on july 7th. they are from roswell, nm, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as a tattoo artist @ black box tattoo & piercing. one thing you should know about them is he is currently training for his red belt in mixed martial arts‷

“well, now, there’s your first mistake - never put cans in a paper bag, they’ll tear right through,” weston spoke up, head cocking to the side just a touch as he watched the sight in front of him. “also, walking anywhere.” the most he did was walk down the street to grab lunch, and that was mostly because he could see the fronts of the restaurants on roswell’s main street from the front door to his practice. walking was not something he did a great deal of, at least not here in the desert - he might have grown up in the south, lived in vegas for a while, but the heat was not his friend. “uh- you alright?”

mattie really should’ve been looking where she was going but yet again, her clumsiness got the better of her. the disgruntled stranger had wandered off, leaving mattie to pick up everything by herself when she heard a voice, she looked up to see her brother, “yes please”. mattie feigns a pout, “we can make room, can’t we? do we really need those carrots, they can go” she’s teasing him of course. 

dilan could never contain the smile on her face at the male’s antics, finding his agitation very adorable. the two had been in each other’s lives for almost two years now but it still felt as if they were getting used to the other’s presence, learning how to be around each other as well as be parents together. still, she wouldn’t want it any other way. she’d always have love in her heart for him, even if their relationship had only been short-lived. “oh, is that true?” the tone in dilan’s voice is of teasing as she smirks, slightly bending down to collect two cans of soup from the ground. “that’s very nice to know.” hands extend the food in his direction, still smiling to herself. “want help getting’ those to your place? i’ve got time.”

Callum furrowed his brows sarcastically. “ You think I would ever deny you ?” He wondered aloud. He was never one to withhold anything from anyone, but the mother of his child? Come off it. They both knew he would do damned near anything for Dilan, just as he would for Ophelia. Hell, he would do more than he ever could for his baby girl. “ I ’ m guessing Fi is at day care ?” While they didn’t always share intimate details with each other, Callum knew if his daughter was with Dilan, she was glued to her hip or being taken care of at her favorite place. “ Yeah , actually I have a belated mother ’ s day gift for you . I thought I put your address on it , but I guess I put mine . I was going to bring it by later , but if you have time , I can pass it off now .”

it was a series of unfortunate events all rolling out in front of her, and for once wylie was left to watch in horror rather than experience it herself. a can of soup had rolled in her direction, bouncing clumsily off her foot before she stooped down to grab it, free hand reaching out just in time to keep another from rolling into the streets. “one of those days, huh?” the words were meant in jest, but the sympathetic look on her face said otherwise. “do you need me to hold the bag so you don’t have to stick it on the dusty sidewalk? i’ve been told i’m really good at holding things for people.”

being a stay-at-home father drove jaden to stir-craziness every now and again . luckily for him his pit bull — a sandy colored service dog named ‘ buffy ‘ — forced him outside for at least once a day , and so he had ventured into mid-morning heat with his newborn daughter strapped to his chest for a hint of fresh air . tugged along by his eager pet they were set to overtake the oldest laurent , stopped only by the tension of buffy’s leash as she set into action to stop the soup from rolling away completely . “ good girl , buffs . good girl , “ jj praised , replacing her obedient paw with his foot , “ i can’t bend down , dude — baby on board — but i’ll keep the soup warm for you , “ 

Holly had been tailing not far behind Callum, one of their dogs in tow, when the incident happened. They quickly stooped up pick up one of the cans rolling towards them, a slightly bemused smile crossing their features. “You struggling there, Cal?” they questioned, quickening their step to catch up with him. “You need a hand?”

Callum shook his head, a smile on his face as he saw the familiar Holly Berne. “ You ’ re always here when I need you ,” he said, stumbling to retrieve his fallen food items. “ How you been , Hol ?” Although the pair weren’t necessarily close, he always ha da soft spot for them. They were always kind to him and he never saw a reason to not return to favor. 

       “i  mean,  i’m  pretty  hopeless,  too,  but  i’m  fairly  sure  i’ve  got  pepper  spray  tucked  away  somewhere  around  here  …  ”   probably  lost  somewhere  underneath  the  seats,  which  seemed  to  become  a  black  hole  of  sorts  when  it  came  to  missing  items,  “   —  or  we  can  just  chuck  a  couple  of  your  soup  cans  at  ‘em?  they’re  sturdy  enough  to  be  a  distraction  for  us.”  smiling  cheeks  slowly  warm  as  he  speaks  of  his  sister,  though  she  places  a  hand  over  her  chest  with  utmost  (  and  futile  )  seriousness,  “cross  my  heart,  i  promise  your  sister  won’t  hear  a  word  about  this.  scout’s  honor.”  she  brings  a  finger  to  her  lips,  before  breaking  into  soft  chuckles  once  more,  cheeks  burning  red  as  she  has  to  confirm  the  inevitable.  “unfortunately,  yes  —  my  name  is  literally  april  may.  my  parents  thought  they  were  hilarious,  but  hey,  if  i’m  not  telling  your  sister  about  what  you  said,  you’ve  gotta  promise  you  won’t  tell  anyone  about  my  name,  okay?”  she  holds  out  her  pinkie,  she  means  business.  “more  than  promise,  you’ve  gotta  pinky  swear  it.”  cheeks  thoroughly  reddened,  she  starts  up  the  car  that  slowly  chugs  to  life  and  dutifully  blasts  them  with  air  conditioning.  “can’t  be  any  worse  than  the  sounds  she’s  heard  me  make,  but  don’t  worry,  she’s  been  passed  through  numerous  owners  so  i  think  she’s  heard  way,  way  worse.”  besides,  april  always  appreciated  goofier  singing,  though  that  might’ve  been  her  own  wounded  ego.  “where  are  you  headed?  i’ll  do  my  best  to  get  us  there  without  excessive  yodeling …  okay,  like,  ninety-percent  promise.”

         was  she  crazy?  april  can’t  bite  back  the  involuntary  grin  that  sweeps  across  her  face  as  she  considers  the  notion,  “i  don’t  know,  chief,  the  jury’s  still  out  on  that  one.  glad  to  know  you’re  a  safe  bet,  though.”  soft  laughter  breaks  through,  wrinkling  her  nose  at  him,  “you  know,  i  don’t  feel  like  enough  people  tell  me  that  i  remind  them  of  their  dumb  sister,  so  …  thank  you,  i’m  honored.  i  bet  your  sister’s  actually  way  cooler  than  me,  though.”  most  people  were,  so  that’s  low  hanging  fruit.  she  extends  her  hand  to  shake  his,  “it’s  nice  to  meet  you,  callum,  i’m  april.  i  feel  like  it  would’ve  been  much  more  fateful  to  meet  me  one  month  ago.”  oddly  enough,  april  was  always  her  least  favorite  month  —   she  opens  the  passenger  door  for  him,  allowing  callum  to  shuffle  in  any  of  his  groceries.  “oh,  and  just  so  we’re  all  acquainted,  this  is  janis,”  she  adds  as  she  slides  into  the  driver’s  seat,  lightly  tapping  the  dashboard  of  her  beloved  vehicle   “and  she’s  very  old,  so  we  gotta  be  extra  sweet  to  her.  the  big  question  here  is:  do  you  enjoy  singing  in  the  car,  callum?”

Callum shrugged. “ I hate to say it , but I ’ m harmless so I hope no one tries to rob us later . In that case , we ’ re screwed ,” he joked. As much as Callum wants to be a bad guy or intimidating, he knows in his heart he would only bust out his MMA skills if absolutely necessary. Although the martial arts was useful, he didn’t find much need for it anymore, and for that he was thankful. In any case, he would much rather have his hobby remain as such and not be something he ever needed to use. “ Yeah ... Actually , if you ever meet a little girl about yay big --” he began, displaying is sister’s height on his body, only barely reaching the bottom of his shoulder. “ Named Matilda -- Mattie -- Don ’ t tell her I called her dumb . My ass is grass if you rat on me .” He couldn’t help but smile at her comment on her name. “ Please tell me your middle name is May .” Callum patted the car’s dash just as she had, his touch more soft, hoping not to accidentally break anything. “ Hello , Janis . I will be sure to treat you real nice , ma ’ am . Although , yes , I do love singing in the car , so she may hate the tone deaf sounds I make .”

apart from the obvious stress she was under since buying the store, being her own boss and making her own work schedule had been making her life easier. dilan could actually breathe knowing she had people hired to take care of feel good when she wasn’t around, meaning that she didn’t exactly need to be the first one to get there anymore and run around like a lunatic while trying to get everything in order for the costumers—believe it or not, she was finally getting the hang of things. still, she liked to be there early-ish for whatever it was needed of her. making her way towards her car, keys spinning around between her fingers, her eyes move at the sight nearby. her face lights up, a chuckle being contained as she watches a can roll in her direction. “mornin’ there, cal.” dilan greets him, brows raised in light amusement. “you’re in need of a hand?”

Of all people to catch him literally slipping, of course it was Dilan. “ Mornin ’,” he replied, hanging his head a bit lower than usual. “ Mornin ’ , Dil ,” he repeated. Callum was never one to get embarrassed but sometimes he still felt like he had to impress Dilan. Of course, he knew that wasn’t true and they both had love for the other the way they were, clumsy or not, but he wondered if she ever thought his behaviour was childish. Oh well he thought. “ I ’ ll never say no to you ,” he answered, instantly realizing he should have said anything other than that. “ I mean ... I ... No , I mean that , I ’ ll never say no to you .”

       it’s  one  of  those  rare  days  when  april’s  absolved  of  responsibility,  and  the  sky  has  that  peculiar  vibrancy  to  it  that  compels  her  to  get  off  that  beloved  frumpy  couch  at  home  and  take  a  drive  through  the  town   —   she  actively   insists  that  one  of  the  cheapest  highs  available  is  blasting  music  and  full  AC  on  a  hot  day.  she’s  hollering  along  with  dolly  parton  at  a  red  light  when  she  spots  a  broad  figure  having  a  little  trouble  with  their  groceries,  and  upon  glancing  at  the  local  temperature  on  her  car’s  dashboard,  realizes  she  can’t  just  leave  the  guy  stuck  there.  she  pulls  up  slowly  in  her  old  volkswagen,  inherited  from  her  grandfather  and  surely  seen  better  days,  parking  beside  him.  “hey,  you  okay?”  lithe  figure  is  already  slipping  out  of  the  car  to  snag  his  wayward  soup  cans,  snagging  what  she  can  as  she  steps  closer.  “i  hate  when  that  happens,  these  bags  never  have  any  proper  hold  to  them,”  she  pouts  slightly,  then  swivels  her  gaze  over  to  the  vacant  passenger  seat.  “it’s  pretty  warm  out  here  today,  can  i  give  you  a  lift  home?  or  wherever  you  need  to  be?  and  before  you  say  no,  you  should  consider  the  fact  that  you  look  like  you’re  about  to  faint.”  she  smiles  faintly,  pulling  open  the  passenger  door,  “it’s  really  not  any  trouble.”

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Callum turned in the direction of where it was coming from. “ Woah ,” he somewhat whispered. He was never a car guy, but the vintage look was one he could definitely appreciate. Taking a few steps closer, he leaned his head by the rolled down window, careful not to be intrusive. “ I ’ m sure you have more important things to do than ... Actually , I would appreciate a ride , absolutely , however , are you crazy ?” He asked with a laugh. “ I ’ m safe as safe could be but damn do you remind me of my dumb sister , offering some stranger a ride ,” he explained with a laugh. He shook his head trying not to scare the poor woman who was only being generous. “ I ’ m Callum , now we ’ re not strangers and I can accept your offer with a clear conscious .”

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LOCATION: COSMIC CANDY

mattie was wandering down one of the aisles of cosmic candy, her arms full of sweets, she’d decided to treat herself. she was in her own little world, looking at all the treats on the shelves, when she bumps into someone. sweets go everywhere, she bends down to start picking them up, “sorry! i should’ve gotten a basket”. 

The corners of her smile twitched up, showing her appreciation for his humor. It would’ve been awkward if he took the situation too seriously. “Chef Boyardee is quaking as we speak.” Her brown eyes drew to his hand only to flash back to the soups in her arms. It was agile in a weird sort of grace, the shaking of one of the cans being the only tell that she was a klutz, herself. The young woman shook his hand with confidence. “Zephyr. Some call me Zeph, though - so, whatever floats your boat.” Her shoulders shrugged, making the hot pink in her hair glint more neon with the sun’s rays as she took her hand back and allowed the soup cans to settle back in a comfortable position.

“So you’re not some off-brand Walmart version of the Joker, trying to take over Roswell with soup cans?” Her brown piqued, showing the woman put some thought into it even if her tone was jocular. “And here I was, about to ask about your road to villainy…” Zeph’s head shook to herself in a teasing tsk. “Do you live far? I think juggling these with those bags seems an awful task for just one person.” She hinted at helping, without a prompt.

“ Progresso has been calling , they want to know your going rate ,” he added, enjoying the soup banter, no matter how ridiculous it seemed. After shaking her hand, Callum realized how unstable the cans were. “ Let me get those , sorry about that .” He quickly reached for the food items and then found himself cradling the full aluminum, remembering the paper bag with a giant hole in the bottom. “ Well , what do you prefer ?” Cal never wanted to get a name wrong and sometime people offered nicknames when their preference was the longer version. “ I feel like this is definitely more of a Deadpool move than the Joker . Too simple for someone so clever ,” he rebutted. “ Although , maybe my plan doesn ’ t even involve the cans and its all an illusion to divert you from my bigger plan ,” he added, chuckling softly to himself. He shook his head, not wanting to bother the woman any more than he already has. “ No , not far at all , I think I can manage ,” he lied.

location: anywhere ! availability: open, @roswellstarters​

“now this is just me spoutin’ random ass thoughts out loud but,” jett starts, taking a small pause to analyze strands of their bleached hair in between their fingers. “but d’ya think i should shave my head again? i’ve been thinkin’ about it. i don’t wanna, like, go through the awful growin’ phase again but… a shaved head for the summer doesn’t sound like a good idea to you, too?”

Callum could feel his arms getting itchy as the grass waved nearby, brushing past every hair on his skin. “ Why the fuck not ?” He suggested, shrugging. Both of their heads were next to each other, cloud gazing from a random park the pair had stumbled across. “ I say yes but if you don ’ t then my opinion was always no . But I do want your consent to pet your head like a Chia pet if you do it ,” he laughed. “ It ’ ll be so prickly though . I know my head got uncomfortable sometimes when I did it .”

It was cartoon-esque how the young woman stepped on a rolling can, being thrown off balance enough to pull her attention off the blue light in her hand. Luckily, she didn’t fall, her free hand gripping the nearby traffic signal pole. Discarding her phone into her pocket, she leant over to pick up the can. Finding it curious that there was a stray soup can, she then watched as others made their way over to her. Zephyr laughed to herself as she began picking up the soup cans, looking around for who possibly could be pulling such an obscure prank.

The sight of the male up ahead made the dots connect in her brain, the smaller of the two jogging up to him, “I guess I can add ‘soup wrangler’ to my résumé.” Her smile radiant, overly warm in a hyperactive yet friendly demeanor. “I’m Zephyr - I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?” Her tone a ‘correct me if I’m wrong’ in deliverance. 

Jogging over to where his groceries fell, Callum was grateful to see someone to his rescue. “ It ’ s a marketable skill ,” he joked, appreciating her assistance, even if his rouge cans did nearly kill her. “ Callum ,” he said, outstretching his arm for a handshake. Do people do that anymore? he wondered, suddenly feeling a bit silly for offering. “ I kind of keep to myself . And Roswell isn ’ t that small of a town ,” he chuckled. Most of Cal’s days were spent either sketching in bed, tattooing at Black Box, or running around town, not usually causing as much havoc as now.