she used to be mine;

amanda gray. 28 years old.

[amandagray]

phoebealcorn:

“I–I’m sorry, this is really embarrassing.” Perched on the sidewalk, the brunette allowed herself to come until –only a little bit, at least. Phoebe’s tears were partly due to exhaustion and partly due to being overwhelmed. She usually was a master at handling 48 hour shifts, but the amount of patients coming into the hospital had sent her over the edge. So much pain, so much loss… The usually clinical space was now somber… And dark. It didn’t make her job any easier. “I just… Need a second.”

Amanda had heard that the hospital was in need of blood, and since there was nothing she could really do at home in the dark, she’d decided to make her way over there, to do her part. She was a citizen of Granier after all-- even if she was newer than most. She wanted to help out in any way she could, to take her mind off the traumatizing events from earlier in the day, as well as the unsettling texts she’d received in the last few hours. She was just about to enter the small hospital, when she saw Phoebe looking extremely overwhelmed. She might’ve walked right by her before, to mind her own business, but after everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks, Amanda felt for her, and couldn’t just leave her there by herself. “--Why are you apologizing?” 

[amandagray]

wyattalcorn:

“I don’t know who this Z bitch is, but this shit is bananas. I’m thinking about starting my 4/20 celebration early. Anything I hallucinate is better than this crap.” 

“Well, I like how you think. I’ll probably stick to tequila, though.”

[amandagray]

silasconroy:

“If you need to charge your batteries or anything, the Conroys are at your service. My dad got a generator years ago so we still have some power. Anything at all. We’ll get through this.”

“That’s really smart-- I wish my landlord had thought of something like that. Looks like we’re going to be out of power for a while, unfortunately. Not that I really need to charge anything.”

[amandagray]

500milesofconroy :

Miles exploded into laughter at her interpretation of his siblings names, making a mental note of Iago and Sylvia. “Oh - man, I’m glad I don’t have a hard name to remember, I’d hate to think of what you’d call me if you were trying to think of it.” He put his hand on his chest as he started calming down from his laughing fit. Even as he tried to ignore her compliments, his cheeks did not. Miles awkwardly cleared his throat and smiled. “Who doesn’t love apple pie? Although, now that sounds like I’m saying who doesn’t love me… Anyway, nice to officially meet you Amanda ‘Not Like Christian Grey. Or the tea’ Gray.” He fell back when she mentioned funnel cake. “A woman after my own heart. I’ll have to make you a funnel cake then. It’s not all that hard and everyone deserves one.” He chuckled as she grabbed his drink and shook his head. Motioning to the bartender, he picked up their tab and held out his arm for her. “Shall we?”

“Milo, or Mento. Fido,” Amanda grinned-- drunk as she was, she liked making him laugh, she realized. He had a nice laugh, she kept thinking, her brown eyes alight with amusement as she watched him. She didn’t usually flirt so blatantly; in fact, she was usually very bad at it. How she’d been in a relationship not long ago, she didn’t know, because it certainly hadn’t been because of her flirting skills. But with the multiple drinks she’d already had, plus the company of the handsome man beside her, it wasn’t hard. “Right??? Apple pie---- is the best. It’s tied with banana cream in my heart-- way above pumpkin, which is the worst,” she rambled. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Miles Mento Fido.” When she heard that he knew how to make funnel cake, her eyes widened as she stared at him, mouth open. “You’re going to make me a funnel cake??? Have I mentioned that you’re not only the cutest and sweetest of your family, but also, um.... the best?? I need your funnel cake immediately!” If she wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to hang out with a stranger; she would’ve politely declined and kept her distance, but tonight she wasn’t quite her normal, jumpy and stressed out self. She was care free for once in a long time, and she wanted to keep the night going-- and she wanted her damn funnel cake. “We shall! Lead the way, kind sir!”

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evie--maxwell:

“I mean…I don’t know. I’m happy here but I’m a little less inclined to say that knowing that I’m stuck here now.” She shrugged. “I always just thought it was something silly and now it seems like it’s pretty damn real.” Evie shook her head and tossed another shot down her throat, wanting to keep up with her companion. 

“--I know what you mean,” Amanda murmured in reply, staring down into her new drink. “Did you hear what that.... thing, said? About.... ‘hanging for our sins’?” She finally looked up, turning to look at the other girl. “You don’t think they meant that literally, right?”

[amandagray]

500milesofconroy:

When she said she knew him, as if on cue, his already scarlet cheeks deepened. Miles always found himself cursing the Conroy genes that seemed to be a bit stronger in his makeup. He cleared his throat and chuckled at the comment about his family. He had heard everything there was to say; how his parents were rabbits, or if he was in a room with one of his brothers people would say they saw him before and point to his sibling, and say “Oh, there you are.” He didn’t mind the comments as a rule and he couldn’t help but be amused by Amanda’s demeanor. “Miles,” he replied to her question. “My name is Miles. Like ‘per hour’ or that song about walking a thousand of them for the girl.” He held out his hand. Although he knew her before this meeting, he felt it was only right to completely reintroduce himself to her. “Do you want something to eat? All of that alcohol in your stomach is going to give you one heck of a hangover tomorrow.”

“Miles. Miles! Of course. I knew that. There’s Alabama, Iago, Miles, Will, Trinity, and Sylvia---- of course you’re Miles. The cute one,” she rambled, interrupting herself to laugh. “Cute one. You’re all god-like. Your parents’ have got some really good genes. I should say, the sweetest looking one. The cute sweet one. You remind me of apple pie for some reason.” She took his hand, shaking it. “I love apple pie,” she leaned in to whisper, almost as if sharing a secret with him. “I’m Amanda. Amanda Gray. Not like Christian Grey. Or the tea. Just.... Gray. ---I’m actually starving. I was ordering a funnel cake at the party earlier, but then it got a little scary and I never got my funnel cake. I’m very upset about it,” she stated matter of factly, absent-mindedly grabbing his drink and sipping as she glanced over at him. 

[amandagray]

evie--maxwell:

“It was…a lot.” Evie held her own shot up when she saw the other girl downing hers and then took her own. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I know all of the stories and legends and I never thought this would happen. Like, ever. I’m kind of glad my parents left town a few years ago because this would be way too much for them.”

“I’ve lived here for a few months, and I heard about the legends, but I thought it was just.... that. Legend. Something you tell your kid sister to scare her into leaving you alone. Or something your parents tell you when you get home past curfew.” Amanda shook her head, inhaling deeply before taking another shot. “---You thinking you should’ve left with them, huh?”

[amandagray]

500milesofconroy:

“Are you okay there?” Miles asked, as he watched the girl drowning herself with tequila. After his little brother took his son, Miles wandered around town and had somehow found himself sitting in the bar. He never was a big drinker, but he figured after the day, what the hell? He knew from everyone else that it had been a crazy night, though he was very out of the loop himself. He looked up at the bartender and motioned to give her another one. Rather than trying to say yet another stupid sounding thing, Miles just chose to stay quiet and swirled his drink around in his glass. He couldn’t even talk about the weather since it had been part of the chaos. He was out of his go-to small talk. 

“---Just.... peachy.” She gratefully took the shot the bartender handed to her, tossing it back before slamming the glass down as she swallowed, wincing as the liquid burned its way down her throat. She looked over at the familiar face of the man sitting not too far away, recognizing him as one of the sons of the mayor. “Oh, I know you.” She wasn’t usually so forward and outspoken, but the alcohol was already working its way through her system, making her a little less reserved-- otherwise, she might’ve blushed and murmured an apology for staring. Instead, she laughed and gestured to the bartender for another drink. “You have a baby, right? --I swear, all of you Connery’s look the same,” she mumbled, not realizing she’d said the wrong name. “I can’t keep up with all of you-- what was your name again?”

[amandagray]

“Well, that was some.... celebration.” Amanda spoke aloud, the events from the festival playing in her mind over and over again, sending a chill down her spine. She didn’t know what the hell was going on, if it was even real, but she couldn’t stop playing over the words that had been spoken, thinking of what it could mean for the people of Granier-- what it could mean for her. She was petrified, but rather than run back to the room she was renting out, she’d found the nearest open bar, preferring to drown out her worries with the strongest tequila they had. 

[amandagray]

jer-w:

I have so many questions and can’t even begin to fathom what the answers are. A fart in a jar?

Right? This is coming from the same girl who buys these mystery boxes off of Ebay, not knowing what the hell she’s buying. It’s seriously frustrating. 

[amandagray]

jer-w:

I love getting trapped in a Buzzfeed spiral. It’s not even good articles or anything but by golly I want to pick my meal and find out which Disney Princess I am.

As long as you don’t get stuck watching their videos. Don’t get me wrong-- some are good, but have you seen the vid where the girl buys a fart in a jar? I’d never questioned the cons of the internet until that video. Scarred me for life.

[amandagray]

500milesofconroy:

For me, it was Beowulf. Even as much as I love English and reading, some of those epic poems make me twitch. 

I never read that one. I think I remember trying to read it. Sparknotes helped me get through Walden, thankfully. Taking pages to describe the color of the freaking pond, it was just too much.

[amandagray]

500milesofconroy:

How some of these kids made it through English in high school, I will never know. If you’re going to watch the movie rather than read the book, do not talk about the actors. If you’re going to cheat, at least do it right.

Depends on the book, I think. I wish there’d been a movie for Walden. Though I probably wouldn’t have gotten through the movie either, if I’m being completely honest.