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His comment brought a smirk to her face. The expression was awkward- Amanda assumed that she had not smiled in some time. “I wish that I could say the same,” she allowed. Bright green eyes wandered to her forearm, which she stroked absently. She knew that under the long sleeves, limbs were adorned with scars. But she did not know where they came from. It was tormenting. “That is an interesting name,” she mentioned a few seconds later. “I’m Amanda.”

THE WOMAN’S EYES WERE BRIGHT but thor was surprised to see that there was SADNESS in them, too - something he had grown accustomed to seeing in people in this place. he was glad to see her smile anyway. “that’s what i’ve been told,” he admitted, rolling over his name in his head. THOR. it sounded perfectly natural to him - but the sheer number of people who seemed to think otherwise was large enough to no longer try and reason with it. “amanda is a lovely name. a normal one probably, right?”

#&&. ❝ 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈 ❞・thor.#&&. AMANDA.

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“I MEAN YOU SHOULD TAKE IT as a compliment? i think so. shaggy sounds so earthy and homey. makes me smile. you make me smile.”

❝ YOU make ME smile!” shaggy said in the middle of a cheery laugh. that was easily the nicest thing anyone’s said to him since he arrived. “has anyone told you you have the GROOVIEST smile in town?”

#&&. velma.#&&. ❝ 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻 ❞ ・shaggy rogers.

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“that’s really a conundrum, isn’t it?” she purses her lips together. “do you suppose you’d be up for trying things until you know what you’re allergic to? might give you some stories to tell. shame you don’t know the story behind the hand though. you reckon you stole someone’s wallet and they wanted revenge?”

❝ I’M ALLOWING MYSELF THE DIGNITY of thinking it was something at least slightly more interesting than getting caught stealing,” he said, his smile coy. “I reckon I was much better at pick-pocketing, at least back then. can’t say for sure now, but it’s never too late to try. for now, i’m still trying to decide on the best story to tell.”

#&&. ❝ 𝙰𝚈𝙴. 𝙸'𝙻 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙼. ❞ ・killian jones.#&&. tilly.

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Bash was sat at the police station working on a recent report when a knock at his door sounded. Rising from his desk, he made his way over to the door, pulling it open. He cocked his head at the other. “Is everything alright?”

NATASHA HAD BEEN HOPING THAT nobody would spot her glancing around - that she’d be ignored like people normally were in police stations unless they were wearing handcuffs. it was a foolish thing to do, coming here, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. every time she walked past she kept expecting something - or rather, someone - to be inside. she ignored it at first, convinced that it was just the oddity that comes with forgetting everything, but the longer she thought about it, the more likely it seemed that it might actually have been a MEMORY stretching its arms towards the front of her mind.

she expected something - someone - important to be there. she wasn’t even sure what they looked like but she was convinced that when she saw them, that feeling would return. now, as no face struck that familiar chord, she felt her stomach settle and sighed - remorsefully? in relief? - until she saw a closed door in front of her. someone was seated inside and the name plaque said that his name was de poitiers.

maybe this de poitiers would be the one she was looking for. what if he was? what was she supposed to say? what were the odds that they would’ve been getting the same feeling she was? she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

she knocked and the door opened and natasha smiled breathlessly. he almost certainly was not who kept drawing her to this place. “everything’s fine,” nat said, her voice calm and smooth. “i’ve been looking for someone. knocking on doors the old-fashioned way.”

#&&. ❝ 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚆𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳... 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 #&&. bash.#holy shit ignore how long this got i am so sorry #IT GOT AWAY FROM ME #I GOT FEELSY #please do not feel obligated to match length!!!!!!

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“from now on if i get any tattoos they better actually say something about me. these just look like symbols.” clary had been examining them since she first noticed one on her arm. they didn’t look like any kind of language. she couldn’t figure out what on earth they might mean. “at least i can probably say i have a good pain tolerance. i mean there is one right on my neck after all.” she said. tilting her head slightly so the other could see.

NOW, HELA COULDN’T SAY FOR sure why she found everyone so unbearably frustrating, but every time she came across someone new she felt as though she’d start banging her own head or, more likely, theirs. still, she kept on - she may not have known much of anything about being a lawyer but she knew it was better to know everyone, anywhere you went. introductions are boring - better if they already know who she is.

it didn’t bother her that much, this amnesia business - what bothered her was having to listen to everyone moan about it. all anyone cared about was who they were, as if who they are doesn’t matter at all.

“they’re probably prison tattoos,” she said, her tone bored.

#&&. ❝ 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 ❞・hela.#&&. clary.

❝ THE NICE LADY VOICE IN my apartment’s walls has informed me that i’ve been talking in my sleep, and that i speak with an accent. APPARENTLY, it slips when i let my guard down.” wanda sighed. she hated this. she hated that these ai’s knew more about her than she did, she hated that all she knew was W A N DA, not even an age or a surname, and she hated that she didn’t recognize anyone. she reckoned she wouldn’t even recognize a family member if she saw them.

she wasn’t even sure if she had family - but it was better to think that she didn’t. the thought of forgetting them was even more unbearable than the thought of forgetting herself.

“maybe i’m some kind of russian spy.”

#chesterwick:start #here's a maximoff!!!#stressed angel

jakassesinacircle

“I KNOW WHAT A FORK is, i’m just saying, in a bind, it can straighten your hair out. might be useful to keep one around in your bag or whatever you carry your thingamabobs in.”

❝ IN A BIND?” HERMIONE ASKED, a bit shocked at the suggestion, though it was hardly the most CURIOUS she’d felt thus far. that award would be handed to the artificial intelligence that greeted her upon arrival, the thought of which made her blood run cold.

still, she found the whole thing fascinating - discovering what others considered normal or abnormal, or what was available to them in their basic knowledge (such as knowing that a book is a book, and a cow is a cow). for all she knew, a fork as a brush could have been perfectly normal in ANOTHER LIFE.

“i suppose you have a point, though perhaps it would be best for ME to avoid the idea altogether. my hair is far too frizzy for that.”

#&&. ❝ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚂𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝚃 — 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂? ❞ ・hermione granger.#&&. ariel.

❝ I LIKE TO THINK THAT i’m not really a VIOLENT person, but apparently our robotic friends disagree. i’ll take it. could’ve been worse. i could’ve been some kind of lawmaker. SENATOR THOR just does not have a good ring to it.”

#chesterwick:start #lmao what a dork #&&. ❝ 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚈 ❞・thor.

jakassesinacircle

LEIA NODDED, PURSING HER LIPS together. in truth, she couldn’t really even remember what ice cream was. which seemed weird because some people had it as a basic knowledge. “i think… mint sounds nice. the other one does too, but mint. it sounds nice out loud. though you could probably give me any flavor and it would taste good. made right here? sounds fantastic.”

ELSA WATCHED THE WOMAN IN slight astonishment as she realized that she must not have been familiar with ice cream at all, which was a first in her experience. she supposed it shouldn’t be so surprising, given that they all seemed to be from different... different somewheres. she smiled and said, “don’t worry if you’ve never heard of it. half the things here have been pretty shocking to me. like telephones and... refrigerators. anyway, you’ll love it.”

#&&. ❝ 𝙽𝙾 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴 ❞・elsa.#&&. leia.

jakassesinacircle

“MAYBE YOU JUST GOT HUNGRY? that answers the first question: you’re not allergic to hands.” tony shrugged, smirking a bit. “not sure if it’s a part though. i’m glad i don’t have some random hole in my chest, though. you’re missing a hand, i’ve met another guy missing a hand and another guy missing a whole arm. odds are i should have a hole in my chest… though that might be cool for chips and dip in bed. are you allergic to chips and dip?”

❝ EARLIER SOMEONE SUGGESTED THAT I shoved my hand into a woodchipper, and i really thought that that would be the stupidest suggestion i’d get about the subject, and yet here we are.” as annoying as it was to hear something so asinine, killian smirked; surely the man’s comment was something he himself might have said to another, were their positions swapped. as it was, he was the one with one hand and no explanation for it. maybe such a loss would be easier if he joked about it. “in fact i have not, but if you’re buying, i’d be happy to give it a go.”

#&& tony.#&&. &&. ❝ 𝙰𝚈𝙴. 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙼. ❞ ・killian jones.

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“i hate to ask—- because, you seem SUPER DELICATE ( like a snowflake ).” curiosity laced her features, “how the hell did you lose your hand ?? did you shove it into a WOODCHIPPER ?? which, logically speaking, is stupid as hell.” not keeping her bluntness hidden at all. “yeah—- i’m sure we can find you some GREAT BOOZE— for your— L O S S.”

❝ OH, TRUST ME, LOVE, I am far from delicate. if i know nothing else i at least know that.” he hoped - or rather knew, to a point - that there was a better explanation than shoving his hand in a woodchipper. perhaps he was in a war - perhaps it was better if he didn’t remember at all. “the booze, however, we can agree on. for loss of limb if nothing else.”

#&&. lois #&&. &&. ❝ 𝙰𝚈𝙴. 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙼. ❞ ・killian jones.

jakassesinacircle:

“NO OFFENSE BUT HOW ARE we even sure what a normal name is or not?”

❝ I’M, LIKE, SOMEWHERE BETWEEN CARING a lot and not caring at all. like yesterday some guy buying a meatball and sausage sub told me i ‘looked like my name’, and i chose to take it as a compliment.”

#&&. jakassesinacircle #&&. ❝ 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻 ❞ ・shaggy rogers.#&&. velma.

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“you only have one hand? and you’re wondering about your allergies?” hana couldn’t help her tone, like the man in front of her was absolutely ridiculous. “the number one question should be how you lost your hand? do you think it was a fight? do you think you lost? because it sounds like you probably lost.”

❝ YOU DON’T MINCE WORDS, DO you, love?”

“of course my number one question is about my hand but seeing as i’m not going to die from it i’d rather not drop dead because i’m allergic to peanut butter. i’ve heard of that happening and i have very different plans for how i die.” he looked down at his sleeves and the one that was empty, and felt the sinking in his stomach again. one hand. he probably had lost a fight. “fights don’t have to end at loss of limb.”

#𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽・aye. i’ll bring the rum.#𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽・aye. i’ll bring the rum.・𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰

❝ MMHM. IT’S ALL MADE IN house. As it turns out, I’ve got quite the magic touch with FROZEN TREATS.” a small smile that mis-matches with the brightest eyes in chesterwick. “my personal favorite is the mint. i can’t speak for sam, but i believe his favorite is cookie dough, just don’t expect him to admit it.”

#𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙰・no escape from the storm inside of me・𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚃 #chesterwick:start

❝ SO LET ME GET SOMETHING straight.” he leans back, holding up the one hand he had. “my name is killian, i don’t know ANYTHING about myself, like what i’m deathly allergic to, i’m in a town surrounded by other strangers who have NO IDEA who they are, and i only have one hand? sounds like a party i didn’t want to be invited to.”