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"Wow…" Callie blinked and took that in. An angel? That was something. The little girl relaxed, and listened to Claire - happier knowing that she wasn’t laughed at or told she was silly for her story. "He does? That’s pretty cool. Does he talk to them often?" Talking to ghosts was a new one for her too. She paused, then gave a small nod, "Uhm. That’s my name, and yes. A coma for a long time. I don’t know how long though…" She blinked again as the next information surprised her, "There’s a book? …With me in it? Really?" A grin appeared on her face for a moment as that sunk in. It was strange, and kinda a little bit creepy but pretty neat too. Not many could say that. Her face fell though, at the parents bit, and she looked down at the table once more, "I’m sorry. It’s not nice to be alone…"

She watched the waitress leave with a soft smile, her legs swinging ever so slightly under the table. It’d be nice to eat. “Huh?” her head tilted, and she turned to look back at Claire. The question, made her look down at the table, unsure. “Well…” She rubbed the back of her neck. Perhaps talking would help…? But on the other hand it might make herself seem kinda crazy. Taking the chance Callie nodded, “Okay. Uhm. Well, I died.” Without pause she then continued. “Like, my step-mom poisoned me and I was in a coma until I was old-ish.” As in twenty-six. “But then I died. But I’m not dead now, right? But my dad is.” She nodded slowly, her legs swinging again. Even in her imaginative childs mind it sounded crazy.

It did? -Frowns, then gives her hand a gentle squeeze back before sliding into her seat- Really? -Gives a bright smile, thinking for a second- Can I have a… Uhm, a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake! -Glances at Claire, for assurance- Please?

@Callie, @Claire

theangelhunter:

snowwhitecallie:

snowwhitecallie: Hello Claire!…

It’s not so much fun not having a place to go. -Frowns- Nope. -Pauses then nods, a hand going to her stomach with a slight smile- Kinda, yeah. And by kinda I mean really. Mhm.

Yeah…-smiles- I’m really good at picking up strays. My friends, too. So if you need something -shrugs and looks around- I think there’s a diner like a block away. C’mon…-holds out hand-

Really? -Smiles back and gently takes the offered hand- Thank you.

It’s not so much fun not having a place to go. -Frowns- Nope. -Pauses then nods, a hand going to her stomach with a slight smile- Kinda, yeah. And by kinda I mean really. Mhm.

theangelhunter:

snowwhitecallie:

Hello Claire! -Smiles at her, hands clasped behind her back now- I’m Callie.

-smiles- It’s nice to meet you. What are you doing out here all alone? Shouldn’t you be in school or something?

 -Fidgets, a small frown on her face- Uhm. I haven’t been to school in years. And years. And I kinda like, like don’t have another place to go. Or anyone to go to. -Pauses then smiles- But, yeah nice to meet you too!

Hello Claire! -Smiles at her, hands clasped behind her back now- I’m Callie.

Hello everyone. -Bright smile-

The little girl yawned softly, crossing her legs as she sat on the worn and battered looking park bench. Her little shoes’ soles were starting to peel off… Her dress was pretty battered too… Her hair, well, that was going to hurt trying to comb through it, but it didn’t look too bad.  She sighed, leaning her head back onto the back of the bench, looking up at the sky. Her stomach rumbled.

Callie Garrison didn’t have a clue where she was, or what she was going to do. Not long ago she had woken up in a pitch black and enclosed space (she was too scared too think about what that place was) and then the next minute she was in the middle of a dark, cold and wet road watching her father say goodbye and then moving away to talk to someone. He hadn’t come back. And somehow she knew that he wouldn’t. The thought didn’t comfort her any.

She frowned, head tilted down now and looking about the park. Things could be going better…