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#open to mutuals #|| Missing Girl

Her hands work quickly to dye her hair a mousey brown as she stands in the now empty public restroom, barely even glancing away from her reflection as somebody else enters.

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traffic jam (Amy/Kurt)

“It’s not,” Kurt’s nose pulled up on the side and he squinted at her trying to see if she was making him feel better by brushing off the idea that his admittedly small rant (when it came to Kurt..that was a tiny little tirade..) or she meant what she said. Being someone who was born here? Looking at the city full of hope the way Kurt did might come off as a wee bit naive and he wasn’t dumb enough not to know his might’ve fit the criteria to a local. She didn’t seem ready to laugh at him, so that was a good sign? He smiled gratefully and glanced up at the buildings letting her sort of take the lead on where they were going anyway. Doubling back wasn’t an issue if he ended up bypassing where he meant to be. She had a story, after all. And his curiosity was way too high to pass up the opportunity to hear her tell it. Or as much as she was going to share on a stroll to destination unknown. A dusting of crimson renewed itself on the bridge of his nose when she told him why she was here. Hearing she was a journalist snapped his attention back to her from the massive buildings towering overhead. But the guest of honor comment? Seriously? Who are you?? Now, he as hooked in and eagerly awaited to find out what for with a glisten in his eyes that said she had his full, rapt attention.

“Oh,” his chin dipped near his collar clearly not expecting that, “They sound familiar but I can’t say I’ve read them? Sorry.” The titles of the books were probably something he saw in the library at school but passed up on his way to How-To’s about sewing, fabrics, or any of his given addictions to all things fashion/the occasional foray into ones based on movies/musicals he loved. That didn’t make or break him being thrilled about coming face-to-face with someone an entire series of novels was written about. He didn’t miss the way she said her attempts at do-overs never seemed to last, though, and was only waiting for a good time to ask. “So.. Are we talking about a comeback installment that’s going to be the next Harry Potter? I can see how hard the attempts at second chances would be seeing as how your parents turned you into a book character. You could always shrug it all off and become a wanderer around the Village. Go full hippy bohemian, grow some dreads,” he grinned, “Turn your name into Brooke Stream and disappear into the crowd that never seemed to leave the VW bus when it broke down near the Square?” He’d met several of them lately. Trust him? They spent most of their time so far out of their heads.. Picking her or anyone else’s face that wasn’t a member of the Grateful Dead out of a crowd was highly, highly unlikely.

“Oh, no please don’t be sorry. You’re probably a little young for them anyway.” Her blonde hair shook softly as she waved off the boy’s apology. Amy let out a laugh at the comparison with Harry Potter - if only the books had been that interesting. Instead they served the purpose of teaching young children the differences between right and wrong - or as Amy saw it, how to be a boring kiss-ass perfect kid. “No, no. Nothing like that. This is for a much younger audience. Still learning basic morals kind of young. As for Brooke Stream, I’ll have to keep that in mind. Though I’m not sure the boho crowd is really my scene.” But who knew what her ‘thing’ was these days? It changed so often she wouldn’t be surprised if no one could keep up. The shrugging it off idea, now that was something she could do. And something she planned to.

“Besides,” she continued with a smile, “I’d feel a little guilty - if I went the Brooke Stream route. I’m not sure I’d like to leave everything behind, I’m not sure if I could.” The slightest frown tugged at her lips for a brief moment, as she thought of all she had back home. A lousy husband, friends she couldn’t stand and a town she hated even more. It was hardly worth staying for. Her hand briefly moved to her stomach, fingers curling, giving the impression that perhaps there was something to stay for after all. “It’s not all bad anyway, the books do actually help people, and if I’ve inspired a character that has ‘Amazing’ as a prefix, I think I must be doing okay.” She gave Kurt a warm smile and a playful wrinkle of her nose. “So, if you don’t mind me assuming. You’re a new New Yorker, right? How are you finding it?” He hadn’t explicitly said, but just the way Kurt looked at the city was enough to give Amy the hint that he was at least relatively new here. She did enjoy seeing people witness the city for the first time, not having gotten to do so herself, growing up here and all. In fact, she had gone in rather the opposite direction, moving from the big city to some boring old place in the suburb.

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#I really miss Amy.#I was gone for so long doing shows and what not but look! I'm back!#self promo #gone girl rp

a. I’m an award winning scrimshander

b. I’m a moderately influential warlord

c. I write personality quizzes for magazines

greatconcerns

Amy, you can teach those to hate me all you want. I don’t care. I am leaving you!

#|| murderer #|| amazing #|| evidence

traffic jam (Amy/Kurt)

Young and adorable? Kurt bit his bottom lip but the ear to ear smile could not be contained. A happy hum rolled out of his throat and fingers laced together in front of his waist wiggled against the tops of the opposite hands they rested against. “Adorable? Me? Here I was hoping to hear that I was as pretty as Kevin Costner. I’m not pulling off the rugged sex appeal like I hoped? I was trying so hard,” he gave an exasperated sigh and pouted. Sure the pout only lasted a step or two before he laughed again, batting off the act all together with a wave of his hand. “Oh, who am I kidding?” His teeth clenched as he tried to feign a guilty look for shirking off the idea he was adorable. Playfully rolling his eyes, Kurt rocked to the left in a hammed up ‘innocent’ shrug, “I just gobbled that up. Who wouldn’t? But thank you,” he chuckled looking down at the pavement thoughtfully. “I had a lot of friends back home. Before I moved here. Oddly enough most of them seem to be interested in or have migrated in this direction. I wonder if we’ll all end up here before too long. Meeting new people? Not from Ohio. That’s been surprisingly easy so far. Which if you knew the me from a couple years ago…ehhh,” he smirked lopsidedly and shook his head.

Blue green eyes met hers as he grinned wryly leaning owards her like he was about to share some deep confession. “Before I had someone who refused to let me see myself the way I did then? I used to have issues even thinking of talking to people. I guess I’ve gotten better at it. Much better.” Kurt winked, “Now that I’m here? I’m trying to stick to my guns and just be…me in a place where I could be me from the start. Bah. It’s weird. Never mind.” He didn’t need to have some deep, philosophical conversation on his personality of past and present with a stranger. A book launch? Kurt’s eyebrows raised to touch the longer wisps of his bangs. His interest in their conversation. In Amy.. Was more intrigue for talking with someone he’d just met shot up to Maxed Out Kurt Hummel Curiosity. When she put the spin on not having a choice in the matter if she went or not? Filled with bewildered fascination, Amy had his attention on a whole new level. Big time. Did he just meet someone famous? Mystery and Kurt. ‘Moth to a flame’ couldn’t be any more accurate. “Are you an author or…am I way off on the mark here? Publicist?” Rachel would crap her pants if he’d been standing next to either or and she missed being there. Take that, Berry. Should have agreed to come out with him today versus holing yourself up in the apartment for your required rest regimen. What the heck was that, really?

Amy was content to just listen as the boy talked. Not only did it allow her time to study him further, but she was genuinely interested in what he had to say, which was rare nowadays, she had found. Her head tilted slightly as she walked, facing him - a privilege she had from living here, knowing these streets like the back of her hand meant that she walked in confident strides without breaking to look at where she was going for more than a couple of seconds at a time. “Well, who wouldn't want to migrate to New York? It’s an excellent place to be.” At least, she thought so. The busy streets, overpriced coffee and bad pizza, she’d love a chance to have it again, unfortunately now those things were only available during her short and often sparse visits back home. Her eyebrow quirked upwards at the mention of Kurt’s past self. It seemed she was not the only person to have changed a lot during the course of her life - though which Amy Kurt was talking to now was still yet to be decided. She smiled as he leaned in, the optimism of the boy rather refreshing.

“No, no it isn't weird. I understand it, having a fresh start. A second chance of being who you want to be. I've had quite a few of them myself, though you sound much luckier than me, I can never quite get it to stick.” Now that was true. Amy had tried, genuinely tried, to be the cool doting housewife for her husband, but Jesus, it was wearing at her patience. Though she relished in the thought that her facade wouldn't have to last much longer. She shook her head gently at his questions regarding the launch, “No, well I am a writer, more journalism, if you can call it that, but this isn’t for my work. I’m the guest of honor. My parents write these children books, Amazing Amy, you might not remember, they were in schools for quite a while. And it seems that where there is an Amazing Amy book launch, Amazing Amy kind of has to make an appearance.” She hated that fictional character with her whole heart, but she sure as hell wouldn't be caught admitting that to anyone aside from her husband.

#|| murderer #|| amazing #tw abuse #I guess???#|| evidence

mayashawty

You need a diary. Minimum three hundred entries on the Nick and Amy story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they’re crucial. You want Nick and Amy to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Nick thought he was the writer…

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indie-cinema

Gone Girl (2014)

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“If you want to talk to me, I’m a good listener. So I been told by people. Sorry for being concerned, you just seem like you have a lot on your mind. Which I understand because my life has been far from perfect, and I did a lot of things that I can’t, seem to take back.”

#obsessiiive #ahh yay! I'm sure you'll enjoy it :)#|| Cool Girl

“No, no I couldn’t. I don’t like to burden other people. Besides even if I wanted to I can barely get my thoughts in check to pull a sentence together. Well, I think everyone has things like that... ”

traffic jam (Amy/Kurt)

“Well. If that’s your best way possible? I think I’ll take it as the compliment I see it as and roll with it. I don’t mind going full Whitney for the both of us. But you’re too pretty for the Kevin Costner role. I guess we’ll just have to make due,” Kurt laughed even though he felt the burn on his face intensify rather than dim. Dammit. Amy’s hand was gently taken into his grip for a soft shake, his opposite hand reaching up to cover the top of hers. “Kurt. It’s nice to meet you, Amy.” Letting her hand go, he smoothed his palms against his coat and blew out the breath he’d been holding without realizing forcing his bottom lip free from the gnawing it was being battered by and into a smile. “Sure. I’ll save my bodyguard offer for the next person who truly needs the service,” a cheeky grin cut through the smile. “Company would be great. I get the lacking in it thing. Way more than I’d like to. Shall we,” he asked with an upturned brow and slight bow at the waist, gesturing ahead with a flick of his right wrist. As soon as they were on their way, Kurt easily kept up at Amy’s side with her pace, hands clasped together in front of his waist as they walked. He watched her from the corners of his eyes when he wasn’t giving a glance at this or that building they passed committing places he’d want to come back and see later to memory.

“Tell me about you. You grew up here? Does that mean you’re just visiting now? Business or pleasure,” he asked curious as to what her story was. Might as well make small talk as they walked. A silent stroll down the sidewalk was going to be nothing but all kinds of awkward. Preventing that with something to talk about would be great. Why not her? At least one of them knew where they were walking to versus knowing where he needed to be but flailing around trying to figure out how the heck to get there. Much like he did some days even if he’d give you nothing but one hellishly boiling glare if he was accused of such a thing. He was perfectly suited for this city. Couple of corners (and maybe a glance at his phone or two) and he’d have righted himself just fine. Remember? Getting lost? Bah!! Who? Him? Gasp! Never. Just ignore that whole map on the phone thing and the stack of subway schedules/how to figure that mess out by highlighter trails telling him which way was which through the parts of the city he didn’t know. One messed up train that had him in a not so good area of Queens two days in? Kurt was quick to figure out some system to avoid that issue ever again.

Amy laughed lightly at the boy’s response, “I’m certainly glad you think I’m prettier than Kevin Costner,” she chuckled with a shake of her head. When their eyes weren’t met, she was busy trying to figure the boy out - having a tendency to see people as puzzles these days - though she was pretty sure that he wasn’t hiding anything. He seemed sweet, a little flustered from the the collision perhaps. but sweet. “I’m sure you won’t have trouble finding the next one, New York is full of visitors, I’m sure someone out there is feeling a little overwhelmed by it all right now.” She wondered if she would have been one of those ‘overwhelmed’ people in need if she hadn’t grown up here...she hoped not. “No way. You’re young and adorable you must have tons of friends. I’m sure you can’t be lacking too much,” she argued playfully. She was being nice, though not just for the sake of it. He looked like a nice enough kid, she could only assume he must have friends.

“Just visiting...” she started before pausing for thought. Business or pleasure? Honestly she wasn’t even sure right now. “Oh..neither? Or maybe both. I’m back here for a book launch. It will be fun, but I don’t get much of a choice of whether or not I can go, so it’s a little bit like work for me too,” she shrugged. The only lie there being that it would be fun. Others might think so but good God she hated book launches and press parties. She’d certainly been to enough of them. She walked, though it was a little more of a saunter, in the direction of her old home, pushing her hair back to be able to see Kurt through the thickness of it that had begun to block her gaze. It didn’t take long since she had returned for Amy to realise how much she missed New York. The crowds, the coffee, even the noise. Living the quiet-homely life was not much her style. However she worked at making it her style, and for a while, it had worked. But she still didn’t enjoy it.

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Desi, Nick, Go

meme: BED, WED, BEHEAD ;; Accepting

Bed: Desi

Wed: Nick

Behead: Go. With no hesitation.

Let's play bed, wed, behead.

#have at!#|| Memes

traffic jam (Amy/Kurt)

Bending his elbows towards the sidewalk, Kurt’s forearms pressed against the lapels of his crimson wool jacket, all ten jaggedly curled fingers held inches away from his chest wriggled frantically like he could put some wicked awesome Harry Potter magic with the gesture to stop Amy from fumbling with what she was carrying. Nope. Still a Muggle. His lack of any capability to freeze time and correct the situation resulted in the woman dive bombing towards the pavement to retrieve the book that’d been knocked out of her hand. A tightly pulled bottom lip bared his clenched teeth as he saw her grab onto it for dear life and snap upright a second later. “Gah! Damn it, I apologize…ahh..again.” He’d have bent to pick it up for her seeing as how he was the one at fault for the accident anyway. Freaking crowded streets were the bane of his existence sometimes. Couldn’t they just make them bigger? Less street space? Like that was possible in New York City? There was barely any room for both a sidewalk and roads already. Proof positive in congested traffic both on foot and for those screaming in frustration behind the wheels of their cars. A noise that anyone could hear whenever they wanted to just by bending an ear to the street.

Her touch and concern for his well-being were impossible not to smile at. His right hand fell, coming to rest on top of hers gently patting it for reassurance. Amy calling him sweetie earned a doe-eyed Awwww! look. “No, I’m completely fine. That’s sweet of you to care seeing how this was all my fault. Thank you for asking,” he spoke with a sincerity that wasn’t general stranger, bumping into stranger forced politeness. “You know? If we’re heading in the same direction? We could walk together. Navigating the streets in packs tends to make things a bit easier. More room for you and me. What do you say for a stroll to wherever with a stranger that owes you some of his awesome bodyguard skills for that oopsie,” yeah look at him..he was a total rough kinda guy (can’t ya tell?), “I’ll even let you be the Whitney of both of us?” Oh! That offer would have made the jawbone of anyone who knew him shatter from how hard it would have hit the cement. He teased trying to breathe through the crimson spread over his cheeks, bridge of his nose and forehead. Hopefully, it’d dissipate sooner rather than later?

As soon as she had her diary back, the woman visibly relaxed., shaking her head with the apology. Even Amy had to admit the kid was sweet. Or just easily embarrassed. One of the two. “It’s fine. Really.” Her usual air of confidence returned after a few moments and she offered the boy a smile to let him know that there was no harm done. Besides, she was used to New York, it was impressive that he had stopped at all, in her opinion. She probably wouldn’t have. Or at least, not before. Nowadays she was much more wary of keeping up appearances. For what she had planned, she had to be. She hardly needed anyone thinking she was a b i t c h right now. It was an odd feeling. Caring what people thought, and she wasn’t all too used it it. But the kind smile remained, trying to make the boy feel assured.

“Oh it wasn’t your fault. Not entirely. I’ve been lost in my thoughts for the past few days, if anything I’m surprised I don’t bump into people more often,” Amy said with a gentle laugh. “Well, I’m not sure I need a bodyguard - not right now anyway - I grew up here so I know what this place can be like, but I would enjoy the company. I’ve been kind of lacking that recently.” Her hand, still gripped onto the book, rested gently on her stomach, the other held out out towards Kurt. “I’m Amy. And, I mean this in the best way possible, but I think you have enough Whitney in you for the both of us.” She subtly studied the boy, and was pleased to see that he looked pretty genuine. Sweet. Not to the point of annoying. Caring. That would be useful. And she wasn’t lying when she said that she would enjoy his company. She was never anti-social, she had friends, people who she liked, but right by now more than ever she needed anything to distract her from tonight’s impending hell of reporters asking her the same questions over and over again. As if people really cared. Even she didn’t care and it was her parent’s book launch.

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❝ ME? i’m —- alright. are you? ❞

the oldest trick in neil’s overused book —- divert the topic to the problems nestled within someone else’s complicated life. everyone’s got a roadblock SOMEWHERE between them and where they’re TRYING to be. ( what would his book even titled? creating a FACADE for dummies? )

#unearnedluck #omg bless him #|| Cool Girl

So, she didn’t actually care as much as it might appear. But Amy could tell that the boy was lying and she couldn’t help the slight feeling of concern that emerged because of it. A gentle, not quite full smile appeared on her features and she tried to study the boy as best she could before she replied. Reminding herself to sound like she was at least a little worried for the boy, mirroring his speech pattern with a slight raise of her eyebrows.

“Other than concerned? I’m --- alright.”