angel(ina)

only family. ind. & v. sel. angelina acomb from the "saw" franchise. penned by kari. //sideblog ! var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5491096"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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YOU  CAN  NOW  FIND  ANGELINA  ACOMB  @hrtached  !

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@lungsache   BEE

               ❝  i’ve never had an   apprentice  before,  ❞   laughter passes flustered lips,   chipped - manicure tangles brown strands up   &   out of her face,   the strays   too short     to fit are tucked gently behind her ears.     a  deep breath in before she turns to lift the kitten from it’s cage,  smiling and cooing at it before placing her down on the examination table.   she pets the cat,   collecting excess fur that flies off and tosses it into the trash before lifting the clipboard from the counter.    ❝  professor puffy     -----an   appropriate name;   hasn’t been eating,  we’ve got to figure out   why !  ❞

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                          upon seeing the dead body of  his sister, he suffered a  breakdown  and started to  cry.

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THERE IS SWEET music  here  that  softer  falls,   than  petals  from  blown  roses  on  the  grass,   or  night  dews  on  still  waters  between  walls.   of  shadowy  granite,   in  a  gleaming  pass;   music  that  gentler  on  the  spirit  lies,   than  tired  eyelids  upon  tired  eyes.

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@pclk​​   ❤

           ❝  DANA,  HONEY,  I  love you,  &  because of that,  i cannot let you go out like  that.  ❞      glasses fall down the bridge of her nose slightly,  but she does not take the time to push them back up.  instead,  she softly pushes past her friend  &  heads towards her closet,  shuffling through clothing until hands land on a  dress,  something ange didn’t even know dana owned.   as fingers pull the fabric out of the closet,  she catches the paper  tag  still attached.       ❝  you’d look so hot in this !   and maybe you’d get the attention of the cute bartender,  y’know ?   the one with the tattoos ;   personally,   i think he likes you.      PLUS   you’ve never even  worn this.  ❞         angelina is smiling when she turns,  holding the dress up to her own body,  modeling with a wide grin on her face.

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ok let me toss out a lil ‘  starter call  !!

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YOUNG, amanda.

people only ever viewed her as some sort of symbol, that she was one of the lucky ones. she wasn’t lucky, she suffered just like the rest had. sure, amanda now had a better life because of what she had endured, but the way she had been hounded by press, had it been worth it?           ❝ yeah, sure, just like everyone else is fucking sorry. ❞            all amanda was anymore when people looked at her was the girl who made it through first, the girl who survived but surviving was only the beginning.

                ❝  look---   i didn’t mean any  disrespect,  just  forget  i said anything.  ❞     her head’s shaking,  now,  eyes downcast with  regret.   this woman was more than a survivor,  she was more than the news was making her out to seem.  she was strong - willed,  so very set as being seen more than someone that’d been tested and escaped with her life.  to angelina she  was,  but she held very little hope that she would ever get that across to the woman before her.

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your icon psd is gorgeous! is it your own?

                i’m sorry it took me a few days to answer this !     the psd is my own !  it’s tweaked from one i used ages ago on a different blog,  but thank you for the compliment !!

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HOFFMAN, mark.

  LIPS   ARE   GRACED   of   a   rare   ,   though   genuine   smile    ,    following   his   sister’s   rushed   movement   with   warm   affection    .    for   once    ,    he’s   radiant   with   fondness    ,    though   he   hides   it   behind   a   grunt   of   discontentment    .    ❛    you   know   i   could   have   escorted   you     .    ❜       

               ❝  a  police escort  for little old me  ?  nah,  i didn’t mind the traffic ;  just kept me from getting  here  faster,  is all.  ❞    clammy palms are wiped on the fabric covering her thighs before she finally  takes her seat.  they fold in front of her on the table,  now,  eyes on nothing but mark.    ❝  enough about  ME.  how are  you  ?   how is  work,  detective  ?  ❞

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casually points you towards my lil bab  letha  !   she’s usually where i am tbh.

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YOUNG, amanda.

NOTHING SEEMS TO IMPACT HER, IT ONLY SEEMS TO DROWN HER AND HOLD HER HOSTAGE. her memories only seem to fuel whatever anger resides within. it only seems to continue to push her over the edge.          ❝ don’t really give a shit, do i? ❞           people still looked at her like she was someone to be pitied. sadly, she wanted no pity, she only wanted to be seen for the strong woman she had become.

                  her mouth hangs open for a moment,  seemingly unable to  react  to the woman before her.  angelina certainly meant no disrespect,  quite the opposite actually !   this woman was to be admired, was she not ?  for enduring such  horror  and surviving ?  for not going completely  insane ?   ❝  i just meant that i’m sorry,  is all.  i shouldn’t have said anything.  ❞

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YOUNG, amanda.

she hates when people recognize her, what with the hounding of press and the abuse she’s endured for being somewhat of a “celebrity” for having survived death for only the millionth time in her life.           ❝ uh, yeah, i’m sure. ❞

                ❝  ------that was  rude.  ❞  hesitation comes after her words,  eyes falling to the ground in  shame.  surely she was raised better !   this woman was on the news because she almost  DIED,  that was not something,  angelina assumed,  you’d want to be  remembered  for.

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@legacyplayed   MARK

                ❝  i'm late  !   i’m sorry ,  traffic was  crazy.  ❞  she is flustered from the race from her car to the booth inside the diner,  heat evident in the flush of her cheeks.  hands move quickly to remove her jacket and toss it onto the seat before taking a breath,  shoulders heaving,  finally stopping to look at her brother with a  smile.    ❝  i missed you !  ❞

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❝ the cure for death itself. the answer is immortality. by creating a legacy, by living a life worth remembering, you become immortal. ❞           //          independent amanda young of saw. multi-verse & multi-ship. established march 26, 2015. written by liv.

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@blendintowalls   DAVID

                 shoulders  knock,  ange is taken back with an  “  oof  ”  from half - parted lips.  they’d  both  been distracted,  &   apologies  come pouring from her mouth.   ❝  i’m sorry  !   i wasn’t  paying attention.  ❞

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@leftlimp   JEFF

                 ❝  i think that you’re taking this  completely  out of proportion  !  ❞

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@manslavghter    AMANDA

                ❝  i’ve seen you before   ---on the  NEWS.  ❞