#p:amanda

[heavenstrvck]

closed lyric starter for @softdrabbles || ashton & amanda

" i’m so glad you made time to see me." amanda smiled, shaking politely the hand of her son's basketball coach, smoothing out her blouse as she sat down.

[julianne-baker-ford]

@amanda--ford

Julianne had come as soon as she got off from work and could secure a babysitter for Simon. She hoped that Dexter was home getting some rest, he had still been at the hospital when she left for work this morning, not that she blamed him. She knew how she would feel if it was Clive. After asking the nurses what room she was, Juli knocked softly on the open door before stepping inside. “Amanda?”

[heavenstrvck]

@purplehottubs liked this post for a starter from a test muse (amanda)

"because you know you want me and you cannot resist"

[isaac-moore]

Intelligence || Amanda & Isaac

Information could help someone get a long way, if it was the right kind. And right now, Isaac had tried to collect as much as he could on the people at Division. All the recruits, agents, guards and handlers. He also tried to keep an eye out for Olivia, but she was a tough nut to crack, and if he could, the Moore would avoid her at all costs. Because if you went to see her, either you were going to die, or you were so exceptionally good, you were being rewarded. Or you were still going to die. It was quite uncertain, really, what her primary focus within Division was. Was she simply the figurehead and was there another rank that nobody knew about? People in the shadows that controlled the strings? 

Well, to get to that kind of information, Isaac would have to move up the food chain, but before he did that, he wanted to know whether or not it was worth it. Recruits were in the bunker 24/7 and agents spent more time outside. Was it even worth it to graduate just so he could barely visit the bunker anymore? It would also mean he could avoid the nasty matter of killing a person. Rumours passed around. Graduation meant decimation. Not something Isaac was really looking forward to. 

So, he found himself standing outside of Amanda’s door, his handler. She seemed to have a pretty good grip on where she stood in Division and somehow she seemed like the person that would answer questions without being too annoying about it. That Wesley person certainly seemed like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the way his eyes observed the world. Definitely not an ally, but some still saw him as one. Idiots. Raising his hand to knock, Isaac took a breath, composed himself and then quickly rapped his knuckles against the cold door. 

[henry-beaumont]

The Dangerous Games We Play|| Henry & Amanda

"Amanda," Henry didn't bother yelling. He knew she'd hear him no matter where she was in the house, her senses were honed enough for that. Henry stood by the front door, his arm slung loosely around the shoulders of a young witch. One of Eden's newest imports. The girl was beautiful enough-long wavy blonde hair, hauntingly big crystal green eyes. She'd cost him a pretty penny too.

Henry led the girl to his living room and pointed her towards the couch. "Make yourself at home," he said, blew eyes twinkling mischievously.

[nathaniel-eissink]

Cured By Coffee || Amanda & Nathan

He'd gotten a hotel room. A hotel room. Nathan still wasn't over it, the fact that Division apparently gave Cleaners a hotel room and not a normal apartment like he had expected, since that was what he had heard from the other recruits. You get out, you get an apartment. A hotel was almost as bad as the bunkers, with endless hallways and everything looking the same, dull people and dull rooms, and everything sucked. Nathan was lying on his bed, watching a film called The Knowing and it talked about how the world ended but his mind was elsewhere. 

His room was pretty big, for that he was grateful since he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold it out in his room if it was small. But he also couldn't stay outside all day, doing nothing. He had to find some kind of hobby to fill his time, but most of the time he kept thinking about Chicago and the Bunker, the two locations occupying all the room in head. It was a miserable situation. He clicked off the TV, sick of seeing Nicholas Cage's face as he slumped and looked at the minimally decorated ceiling. Was this it? Was this the future for him? 

His thoughts trailed off again as he thought back to all those moments in which he had glorified the outside world, thinking about how great it would be to be back. But ever since the mission and everything that had happened after it, he had been a dark cloud full of lightning. He hadn't been in the Bunker since his last report to Ops, and he would go again tomorrow. But today, he still had the full day to himself. 

[nathaniel-eissink]

After All Those Years || Nathan & Amanda

The tributes – or victors, depending on how you wanted to call them – were supposed to start training today and have their interviews. After a sleepless night, Nathan had helped Emma and Jonathan by giving advice and fighting techniques. He had stayed off the subject of allies, letting them fight that out, whether or not they wanted allies. It was a touchy subject, since they were almost all friends. He didn't even want to think about what it would be within the arena. The Careers would see this as their shining chance to get back into the spotlight, grouping together and killing the others. Others would only see darkness in the return to the arena, their fates sealed by having allowed themselves to grow fat and lazy. 

For we had thought ourselves invincible. It was true. Victors lived long, healthy and wealthy lives. They were what everyone could only hope to become, and now even that had been ripped away from them. They were going to fight their friends, their allies. How does one stab a friend? Rubbing his knuckles in his right eye, Nathan was watching training from the high ground, deciding to let Jonathan and Emma have at it. The only thing he could teach them was how the others fought, and that was going to happen tonight. So, he sat in some kind of lounge meant for the mentors, although it was largely empty, except for the sleeping man of District Ten. It was disgusting.