doin' great!

amy. 28. montana born!

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charlotterenolds:

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders slightly. It was important work, but she completely despised it. After some time, it became increasingly easier to not care about other’s problems given how ridiculous they could be from time to time. But those who suffered from PTSD always held her respect. “Oh, my grandfather wanted me to follow in his footsteps. He didn’t before I graduated high school so I did it for him.”

Amy nodded graciously. “You’re like, a superhero! What’s your favorite part of being a therapist? There must be so much to do, I’d love to hear about it!” Amy didn’t detect any regret in the woman’s voice, so she pushed on, determined to hear more about such a worthy profession. 

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teagues-luca:

A bag of groceries on her shoulder, Teague was headed home after a late night grocery shop. She’d parked about a block away (it was a small market and the scenery was lovely, so sue her), so she had plenty of time to sing almost all the words to the Usher song inside her head. Teague was about to start the next verse when a soft mew caught her ear. The blonde stops immediately, and looks up at a nearby townhouse, and windows boarded and home clearly empty. “Do you hear that?” she breathes, partly to herself, and partly to the person who Teague heard come behind her.

Amy had taken a walk after putting it off all day, and although it was a little later than she expected, the girl still appreciated the warm summer air brushing up against her exposed arms. Just emerging from her block, she passed a figure and briefly smiled, not expecting the interaction to go any further. Her assumption evaporated when the girl released a quick gasp and Amy turned around sharply, She didn’t hear anything to begin with, but after pausing before answering the girl, Amy did hear a soft purr from some distance. “Yeah, yeah...” she agreed, nodding. “It sounds like a kitten, do you want to look for it?” Cats were never her thing, but she couldn’t imagine leaving anything alone if it was in distress or disarray, no matter how she didn’t know the girl that shared her wonder. 

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lilysilvax:

“That’s pretty much human nature, isn’t it.” She had days like that and she imagined that the best of people had those as well. Hell, Kim Kardashian must have. Her head tilted at the girl and she nodded her head. “I didn’t eat the second piece of cake I really wanted, so I guess that’s some kind of celebration.” It wasn’t, but it was all she could think of. “And I did a good tattoo, but that’s everyday. And yes, I know that sound narcissistic.”

“Ooh, what kind of cake was it? I don’t think I’ve had a legit cake in a while, not even my birthday,” Amy said in disgust. What had she had for her birthday? Ice cream? She couldn’t pinpoint how she celebrated, but hoped the next celebration would involve cake of any variety. “No, no, that’s great! You’re a tattoo artist, that’s awesome. Celebrate it!”

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peytonolds:

“Columbia. What about you?” Peyton replied. Although it had only been a year it seemed like forever. “I like the name Amy. It took me a long while to like the name Peyton but it’s a good name, I suppose. What’re your sisters’ names?”

Amy’s mouth opened slightly as she crinkled her eyes. “Me too! What year are you? I’m ‘11, but maybe there was some overlap in teachers. What was your major?” Although the alumni network was huge, Amy was always excited to meet a fellow lion. “Thank you, although compared to Mariana and Isabel, it’s not the most exciting.”

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rhettphilbin:

Rhett nodded slowly as she spoke, having a surprisingly hard time grasping what she was actually saying. He doubted he’d ever met someone who talked this much. With a heavy amount of concentration he still barely caught the question among her babble. “I work at the cinema,” he replied and he took another sip of his coffee. He hated his job, but her obvious stress almost made him appreciate the simplicity of it for a moment. He was still not exactly sure what her job was, but he was hesitant to ask, thinking he’d just missed it.

Amy’s eyes shot up, crinkling into a smile, obliviously to his confusion, although she suspected that her interactive skills weren’t at their peak at the moment. “That’s so cool! Are you like a ticketer or a concessions person or...? Sorry, I don’t know a lot about how movie theaters work, although my other sister worked in one when she was in high school. It just meant free movies for me though,” Amy added, laughing. “Much more interesting than my job, I’ll just say that. But most things are, even to the people in my office. But not everyone can be excited about real estate management. I’m not, only sometimes.” As she glanced up periodically, she tried to read his expression, but decided that it was too soon into their conversation to come to any conclusion, so she just continued smiling, hoping for a sign that they’d connected, somehow.

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rhettphilbin:

Rhett could just blink and stare as he was hit with a wall of words. In what felt like four seconds she’d exceeded his word count for an entire day. “I-I..” he stuttered as he needed a moment to collect himself and find his words — or at least some words. “I was just joking,” he tried, sending her a stupid smile.

As he stumble to find his vocal footing, Amy bit her lip, knowing her words had been too eager. Her nervousness at the awkward encounter being entirely her fault dissolved as he finally spoke, and she smiled. “Oh,” she was relieved and exhaled accordingly. “I’m sorry, I just, that’s never happened to me before. I don’t know if I should be confused or flattered,” Amy said, adding her own ‘joke’ into the conversation. 

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casemitchell:

He could only watch in anticipation as to what her reaction would be, pulling his features into that of mild disgust as she spit the candy out from her mouth in distaste towards what she’d eaten. He was only glad that it wasn’t just him that didn’t like the flavor. “They’re really bad, I don’t know why they still make them.” He shook his head before pulling the napkin he’d spread out to place the rest of the jelly beans in towards him. “Well, I like these ones, obviously, because I kept them. But I love this one—” He picked out a piece that was almost burnt green in color. “—it’s a watermelon one, and I don’t like actual watermelons when I eat them, but the flavor is good. Here, try it.” With the bean pinched between his fingers, he held it out for her to take.

“I have a feeling you tricked me. Like this was bait for me to eat the gross ones and get them out of your way,” Amy jested, throwing her hand against his arm in fake annoyance. “Have you ever played Bean Boozled? It’s like this times 100, my nephew tricked me into doing it last year and--ugh--I ate dog poop and grass clippings.” It was pretty funny to see other people recoil at the game once she had indeed been bean-boozled, but as a victim, it was absolutely horrifying. Amy kept trying to do it, but could never bring herself to be so merciless. As she placed her palm upwards to receive the candy, she smiled up at him. “Well, thank you. Let’s see, moment of truth,” Amy teased before chewing the bean in the most exaggerated of forms. Swallowing loudly, she smiled as if she was 7 years old, all teeth on display. “Now that’s a good bean. Why don’t you like real watermelon? It’s like, the summer-time fruit!”

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bashbaker:

“What is it that you do?” He asked, only half interested, but enough to ask so at least that was something. “How old is it?” He pointed at the computer, “sometimes old ones just die, and there’s not much you can do about it. Sometimes you gotta move on.” 

“I’m a real estate manager. I know, not the most exciting thing I could have told you. I should start lying one of these days,” Amy concluded with a laugh, hoping he would take the joke. “It’s almost 2. And it was really fast. And expensive. Which is why I’m extra nervous, but that’s no your problem. I’m Amy,” she said, sticking out her hand to change the subject. “Nice to meet you.”

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phoebe-beaumont:

“An amazing driver hm? Go you! I remember my instructor saying you JUST passed…Well done. But I’ve been driving ever since with no crash or accident, so I must be okay.“ She chuckled, enjoying the other womens energy and how they could bounce off eachother easily. "Text books? Ew. Aesthetic  yes-Maybe you should do the aesthetic…That looks cool. Ditch the textbooks.” She joked. “I’m a nurse. At the hospital. Have been for about three years. Not that interesting.”

“Well thank you,” Amy said, in a half-bow. “And hey, that’s no small feat, there’s at least 3 accidents at one time when I’m on the highway, so it’s good you’ve never been one of those! I got into one accident, but it was just a rear-end incident.” It had happened 3 months after she got her full license, and although no damage was done to the car, it was the guiltiest Amy had ever felt. She laughed as the woman poked fun at her career. “I know, I’ve been around textbooks for too long. But not as long as you, a medical degree, that’s legit.” As her father encouraged her to follow the best profession she could imagine, Amy could just never get behind being a doctor. All the stress and the emotion, she would have burnt out before her residency. “No, that’s super interesting! I bet all kinds of crazy things happen, right?” Amy asked eagerly, clasping her hands in front of her face and resting them excitedly on her lap. 

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lilianapisano:

Liliana attention diverted toward the other, listening intently toward the other. A smile played upon her lips, knowing this was much of Liliana’s same drive and dedication toward work. Always getting ahead, always being prepared - yet recently, everything had been shaken up. She couldn’t quite know where to begin now. “I love that… having plans. It feels achieving when you are able to look back on the month and see all you have done.” And it was the foremost thrilling feeling to mandate. It had been something Liliana used in Columbia, knowing achieving meant her working hard and show others everything she would become. After all, she would become a lawyer sooner than imagined. In late July, she would be taking her test and hoping for the thrilling outcome - which she needed desperately, having a right step forward instead millions back. “Real estate? That’s always a cool job. Do you pull House Hunters on people or the opposite? Nonetheless, it must be an intriguing profession. It’s nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Liliana,” Liliana had laughed along with the other, waving off her book. “Oh no, you are good. I was slowly getting restless anyway. I was just reading Gone Girl. Nothing like Amy Dunne antics to be my choice of reading adventure.” 

Amy threw her hands up in the air. “Exactly! It works doubly, because I get to see what I have to do, and see everything I’ve done in the past, if, more like when, I need motivation or encouragement.” She hadn’t heard such an understanding agreement in years, especially not from a peer. Most people at the office didn’t care for her plans, but Amy suspected this just stemmed from jealousy, although she didn’t understand what they were jealous of. She began when she was young, even if then it was just planning out her chores and reading assignments, and flourished under the high stress environments of her high school, then Columbia, then in real estate management. She laughed at the possible description of her career, but shook her hea. “Unfortunately, no. Not even a Property Brother. Which sucks, but there’s not much I can do but watch them on TV. No, it’s more like being in charge of the property people already own, especially if its multiple estates or a large family. Pretty boring if you don’t work in it. Also if you do work in it, but it keeps me busy.” Shaking her hand, Amy’s eyebrows floated upward. “That’s so pretty! My sister’s name is also an -ana, but it’s Mariana,” she added. “Gone Girl? I’ve heard so many good things about it, but I’ve never read it. Is it as good as people say?”

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casemitchell:

“Montana,” he repeated. He knew his states, of course, but had never really heard much about Helena. He could only assume it was a very small town, or just in a really obscure part of the country. Each word that left her lips had him intrigued, however, wanting to know more about what her hometown was like. Snow was definitely one of his favorite things in the world, and the way she had described it nearly took his breath away, almost quite literally, as there was a evident gape in his mouth. “Wow,” he said, a dreamy-like breathiness to his voice as he imagined it all. “I want to go there one day. I haven’t been to a lot of places outside of New York, but if I have to start somewhere, it would have to be Montana now.” He nodded. “Yeah, it’s… good,” he said, regarding his parents, though if he had to be honest, while having his parents a short distance away was convenient, it never did much to improve their relationship. It was just nice to know they’d be around if he ever needed a place to stay in case of emergencies. A timid smile graced his lips as she asserted the kind words she’d told him. “You’re really nice,” he said, grateful for how she was treating him. It was only when she turned briefly towards her laptop that he was reminded of his own food at the table, the biscotti that was served with his hot chocolate now having gone cold, but it was a small price for such good company. He could only give her a look of mild confusion as she spoke about the creatures he’d mentioned, but he knew from many experiences that they weren’t everyone’s favorite pets. He’d gotten in trouble at school countless of times for bringing in spiders on a stick, causing chaos among his peers at the sight. Thankfully, he’d gotten over the hobby of collecting them for fun. “Um, because they’re cool? I don’t need to cuddle them, but they’re great fun, especially when they’re fighting. Have you ever seen spiders fight? I used to make mine fight all the time. I once told myself that if I ever got rich enough, I would pay someone to make a lizard-spider hybrid for me.” He nodded, with a sense of pride at something he had yet to accomplish. “I don’t know what kind of dog Pablo is, but he has white fur and patches of brown, and he’s very cute. I named him after my favorite painter of all-time— Pablo Picasso, obviously.”

Amy smiled at his wonder and delight, nodding at his assessment of snow. Even when she had to shovel the yard or trudge through snow banks on the way to the bus stop, Amy loved each fluffy mound. She was ecstatic when she found out New York had its own impressive snow falls, but found even more delight in seeing her classmates struggle to acclimate to even 5 inches, when Amy had faced five, even ten feet. Giggling as he confessed his readiness to visit Montana, Amy felt an even wider smile break out on her face. “Really? Well, someday I’ll have to take you. I go every winter, so maybe you can hop along this year. That is, if you’re a true snow fan,” she teased. She had never heard of anyone wanting to go to Montana, except during pleasantries; even her ex-husband couldn’t help but tease her on the monotony of it all. Yes, they didn’t have everything New York, or Los Angeles, or even somewhere like Nashville, had, but Amy would never rank anything above the place that helped raise her and better her family. “Why haven’t you been to a lot of places? Do you not like travel? Because I totally get that...airplanes used to be my enemy. And packing is such a hassle! I mean, so many choices, how can you know what you’ll need for sure without bringing everything? Thankfully, I’ve come up with a list I can stick to each time I go back home, but you gotta have options, right?” With every question or comment, Amy felt more excited to be talking to him, getting to share her thoughts while still maintaining a balanced conversation. The talk didn’t have a lot of twists or turns, but she was calmed by the simplicity, the quaintness of just talking to talk, to learn about someone else, to forge a new friendship. Her eyebrows dipped slightly as the complimented brush upon her ears, and her eyes widened as she reciprocated. “Thank you, you’re really nice too! This is fun, we should do it more often,” Amy offered, hoping not to seem too eager or scare him away. “Maybe sometime when I’m not so clumsy. What are your hobbies?” As fun as the conversation was, she couldn’t conceal the visible shudder that cascaded down her back as he spoke of spiders. There was a lot of things she could do, conquer, force herself to face, but arachnids just put her further on edge than her nature state. “I-I don’t think I have seen spiders fight. I usually just look away whenever I see one, until someone else catches it, or...” Amy clumsily avoided saying I step on them, for fear it would offend him or something negative of the sort. Failing to find a graceful cover, Amy waved her hand upwards. “Don’t they get hurt when they fight? Like, they can’t both win, right?” Maybe he didn’t mind if they got killed or hurt, but she wanted to know the limits of his adoration before she stepped any further into her hatred of them. “Lizards are slightly more approachable. Like iguanas, those things are big enough not to be too scary. What would this lizard hybrid look like?” Amy became more at ease as he mentioned his dog, a pet she could finally get behind. “He does sound cute. Very cute. How long have you had him?” Pablo Picasso, well, here’s to diversified interests, Amy thought as he went into further detail about his pet. “You like painting? I took a couple classes in college, but never the actual painting part. Just history or theory--boring stuff like that.”

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annalise-lahey:

Annalise ran to the front to get some more napkins, bringing back as many as she could grab with each hand and put them all over the table, carefully going through the keyboard, screen and speakers. She had had drinks poured all over her phone and important documents a few times in the past, but never a laptop and the thought of replacing one not only hurt in her heart but also on her wallet. “I’m so sorry,” she responded, putting all the napkins together to throw them in the bin later. “Do you think the rice trick maybe works with laptops too? I’ve done it with my phone– dropped it into the toilet… It works now.”

Together, they patted the keys, trying not get into each other’s way as each tried to save the computer. Amy’s ability to continue any semblance of a conversation was paralyzed until they completed enough, if not the majority, of the keyboard. “There’s no need to be sorry, please,” Amy insisted. “It was all me, really. I don’t even know what happened, except that I may have decimated my computer.” She perked up at the suggestion. “That’s a good idea, I never thought of that! Fortunately, I haven’t had to do that with my ph---you what?” Amy’s eyes shot open as the girl mentioned the toilet. Amy suppressed a giggle as she said “I’m so sorry, that’s just, I’ve never met someone who’s done that. My nephew did that to the TV remote, but that’s kinda it. How did that happen?”

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charlotterenolds:

Charlotte nodded her head as she disappeared for a moment and finally returned with a rag that she placed on the table to begin and clean up some of the residue mess that was there. “I’m a therapist.” She eyed the brunette. “I mostly work with soldiers who suffer with ptsd, but I have a variety of customers.”

Astonished at her choice of work, Amy smiled. “Wow, that’s really great. I mean, that work is so important, this seems silly,” she said, rightfully self-deprecating. Her job was just helping rich people, mostly, and here this woman was, aiding troubled soldiers. “How did you get into that work? Like, what inspired you to work with PTSD, if you don’t mind me asking.”

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thenameis-kev:

“I’m okay, I promise,” Kevin responded, trying to keep composure for the sake of the bird on his chest, moving it’s paws, claws, whatever their name were all across his stomach now, making him even more nervous. “No, it’s not mine, and yes, I need someone to get this off me, though I’m not sure who I should call. 911 doesn’t seem like an option.”

Shocked at this information, Amy tried to conceal her recoil. “Not yours?! Where did it come from, then? Are there, like, birds on the loose that I have to look out for?” Amy asked, partially joking, partially worried for her safety, more mental than physical. Shaking herself out of fear, she squinted her eyes. “No, I don’t think they’d be too happy about getting a call about a bird. But, um, okay. What if I blow on it, right? Maybe it’ll get uncomfortable and walk away. Or find it’s owner. I don’t think it’s wild, Lanford doesn’t have wild birds,” Amy spoke with nervous uncertainty, but her words seemed to belong in the worried moments between the pair. “How did it even find you?”

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dannywells:

“No way, places in New York make boozy ice cream and Tequila ice cream is more than just that. It’s complicated, creamier,” although he can’t remember the ice cream of his youth too well. It was a long time ago when he’d chase down those push carts. “See, you’d kick my ass no problem,” Danny had spent the last 2 years since the band broke up being pretty much sedentary, until 6 months ago when he started getting up and going again. “I can’t do anything. I can run real fast though, you’d have to catch me.”

Squinted her eyes, Amy tried to make sense of what he was saying. “If you say so, Danny. I don’t remember having any, even in college, but I guess it wasn’t marketed towards us. Which is a shame, because I know plenty of people who would have blown a bunch of money on it when they were drunk,” she insisted, nodding. She smiled at the compliment, but wasn’t about to let this hypothetical go. “Oh, please. You’re super strong,” Amy said, poking at his arms. “Hm, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you run. But alas, I’m also fast.” A thought jumping into her mind, Amy shot a bright smile at Danny. “Do you want to race? Just this block. Winner gets...tequila ice cream?”

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calebxsmythe:

“You would assume, right?” He teased with a wink before going back to looking serious, only to break back into a smile a minute or so afterwards. “FBI, actually.” Caleb didn’t tell too many people, but he didn’t know the woman in front of him. He quirked a brow and rubbed his temples, inhaling deeply and letting it go once she had finished. “Criminality is in every country, society, class, race and ethnicity. It’s the one’s you think are the most innocent who usually turn out to be the worst.” He didn’t catch criminals though, very rarely. Caleb shook his head and laughed, “No it’s fine. I didn’t buy the napkins and I’ll crash if I have another one.”

Relaxing after learning he wasn’t, in fact, a criminal, Amy was impressed. “That’s so cool! I mean, you only hear about people in the FBI, or watch it on TV, but I’ve never met someone like that! How did you get involved? Is it like the army, you enlist, or...?” He was sharp, quick to answer or respond in any way possible, so speaking to him entertained and delighted Amy to no end, even if this was the first time they had spoken. Listening, Amy was intrigued by his knowledge of the field. She never really studied crime, besides reading a book or two, or listening to a podcast, but she tried not to dwell on the dark or hopeless nature of crime. “What’s your job. At the FBI. Like, are you an agent or something? Sorry, I’m not the biggest expert on it, so please, correct me if I say anything wrong.” Furrowing her brow at his refusal of her offer, she extended another thank you, adding, “Well, then I’ll just have to buy you a drink or something later, when you aren’t so caffeinated.” Hopefully he would take this offer, she thought, adding her own wink to the conversation. 

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zoe-fosterr:

                         “It’s fine,” Zoe assured her with a wave of her hand, getting up to help clean up. It was a nice break from all the angry emails anyway. “Oh, just… this movie. I don’t really know if it’s gonna happen or not though, we have investors pulling out, so.” She sighed, shrugging lightly before picking up another couple of napkins from her own table. “What about you though? How’ve you been?”

“Oh, sweetie, that sucks, I’m sorry. Do you like it? The movie? Like, were you excited to do it? Because if you were, I’m sure there’s some way you could continue it,” Amy explained, confident in her friend’s cinematic abilities. “Oh, me?” Amy said, exhaling. “The same, you know. Work, trying to figure out something to do this summer. My sisters are going to Connecticut for a weekend, so I might join them, but I wanted to do something more. Like...a girls spa day or something. I have a week off at the end of July, so it’s just a matter of pulling something together. What do you think? Do you have any plans? Maybe I can pull some inspiration,” Amy inquired, laughing.