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wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

“It’s kind of like having another person with you in real life tells those voices fighting with you in your head to hush up.” She commented, gesturing to her head as she spoke. “Jo March.” Jo introduced confidently, as if it was a name that was going to mean something one day, which she was determined to make true. Hearing her comment, the writer couldn’t help but laugh and shrug her shoulders. “Well, there are four March girls total and we’re each different in our own way. So, you could say we balance each other out, but for the most part I think we just try each other insane.” She replied. Moving with the girl, Jo eyed the desk she was pointing out and let out a small sigh. “Well, I’m a writer you see. Currently just doing little short stories and things for the local paper, but I’m planning to write the next great novel. Something people have never seen before!” Her words came out fast and she was proud of what she planned to do. “I agree on the chair thing though. The chairs at work are terrible and I refuse to have my chair at home be the same way.” 

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                    instinctively eyes widened at the thought — four girls. while of course not all were vindictive, but a group of any always made her a bit apprehensive. greta && her squad left a longer, deeper impact on bev than she would ever like to admit. “well that just means you’re doing your jobs, right ?? some of my friends are more like brothers ; if you don’t annoy them every once in a while there’s no sense of accomplishment.” beverly jested, a light titter chimed as gaze warmed. beverly listened intently, talk of DREAMS, seeing others light up with all they wanted to do, bev loved to see it. meant even after all the shit in the world there was still HOPE. “i’ll make sure i keep my eyes peeled at any bookstore for ya. any genres you like in particular ??” nose scrunched, nodding along in agreement. “a bad chair will make you feel old with all the inevitable back pains. too young for that shit. but your work should definitely try to do better. forty hours a week is already torture enough at any place.”

                    at the collision, johanna scowled, words of spite about to part lips when her dark gaze saw her, the mockingjay herself. despite the two not always seeing eye to eye, johanna assumed the other wouldn’t go as far as to pretend to not know whom she was. not after everything. apparently the rumors regarding memories in this place were TRUE. if only she could’ve been so lucky. a forced smile tugged at the corners of her lips, though unable to meet her eyes ( they hadn’t been for quite some time ). “you appear so agile — suppose clumsiness truly is in one’s DNA.” she reached around the other for a few hordorves. johanna would never admit it, but it was almost comforting to talk to someone so familiar, even if they didn’t know, even if it was katniss. “but i can’t blame you for wanting to run away with a full plate. it is all quite good && readily available. i wonder how they’re paying for it all though.” 

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Katniss was surprised she had it in her to leave George’s side at all. It wasn’t that she was dependent on him so much as it was she didn’t really enjoy parties. Something seemed chillingly familiar about it but she couldn’t pin anything down. One of the few things she did like about parties was the food. It was the only thing provided by this party that she didn’t actively avoid. Perhaps she should have tried to avoid it a little because she was becoming certain that she was starting to annoy some of the other guests getting something to eat as well. When she turned to leave, she almost collided with another person. Her breath held for a couple of seconds, Katniss quickly took stock of the situation before letting out a sigh of relief. “That was a close one. I promise, if I spill food on anyone tonight, it’ll be myself.”

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Listening to her, he wasn’t surprised by the respond that she was having. it was similar to the response that they all were having when they first went back to Derry. None of them remembered anything, and when they did, they all freaked out. Hearing her statement, he shook his head. “I’m sorry Bev, I wish it was. But it isn’t. This is what’s really happening.” If Bill knew of a way to get them all back to their homes, their lives, he would, but he had yet to figure anything out. “A couple of them died. Stan and Eddie. Well, Stan never made it back to Derry, and Eddie didn’t make it out of the fight.” He explained, keeping his voice low. “So far I only know of Mike not having them, but I haven’t talk to the others yet.” 

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                    bill’s words only made her finish off the drink that much sooner. dead. in the bathtub — a thought she couldn’t place but was repeating over && over again. she could hardly imagine it. the group always felt like it was supposed to be seven. five would be incomplete. while she couldn’t remember it, already it felt like parts of her were missing. “— so what you’re saying is whatever is happening here is at least sort of like what happened at home, even the second time ??” focusing on missing memories would only cause stress at the given moment, bev instead tried to focus on something she maybe could somewhat handle. “if that’s the case then we gotta get out.” though hearing of the closed border wouldn’t help the cause. “you reckon whatever thing is blocking the ways out goes underneath the street level ?? that it’d—” she paused, hating to even say it. “— block passageways in the sewers too ??” 

wxlksxflxfx​  /  bill denbrough * !!

Bill would’ve loved something that kept him from thinking about everything that was going, but probably not as much as he would’ve like to just go home. When he heard Bev’s voice, he turned and laughed at her words. “Well, I don’t think there was much farther you could fall from there.” He teased, laughing once more. “Um, yeah, it’s kind of a nice. But honestly I think my mind is more on what’s going on with this town. Although, you do have a point about the Losers not being invited to something like this. Seems like they’ve let their guest list fall into the gutters a bit.” 

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                    hearing bill laugh only made her usual smile wider. they all had it a bit rough, especially back in derry. beverly liked, yearned, to lighten that burden for those she cared for even if it was only for a moment. “what do you mean ??” while affable expression remained, it was now mixed with a bit of confusion. from what she could remember her aunt chose to move them here. right ?? “it’s not so bad. though admittedly, living here the rest of my life sounds AWFUL.” beverly chuckled at his words, nodding her head in amusement. “oh, i’m sure it was a mistake on their part. i half expect we’ll be kicked out in no time. but hey, we just gotta make a scene && it’ll increase our street cred.”

                    this whole evening seemed like a horrendous idea. always such a waste, whether that be food, recourses, or time. it practically mirrored a party at the esteemed president’s mansion. ivywood already made her uneasy, && this only made it worse. all the more so when someone in particular caught her eye —— someone she’d known for years, had studied prior to her own games && worked alongside for the rest. but it was IMPOSSIBLE. capitol mutts — their eyes resembled past tributes but certainly the capitol couldn’t do more ... she hoped. johanna waited until he was alone to approach, immediately defensive, gaze cold. “what are you ?? — who sent you ??” @spcllbovnd​  /  finnick odair.

                    seeing everyone else joyous at such a celebration, finn felt like he should be as well. but he couldn’t. he was not long ago, when the resistance finally saw VICTORY, but it seemed that would be short-lived. perhaps he was foolish to think it would take time for palpatine, supporters, or even someone or something new to make such an impact. but whatever brought him here, it felt  d a r k  . even at the sight of a younger someone who represented light, HOPE  ; for it couldn’t be her. “general organa ??” the name slipped his tongue regardless, dark gaze immensely confused. @impcrishable​​  /  leia organa.

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               Bev  grabbing  onto  his  arms  made  Ben’s  eyes  widen  slightly,  but  he  certainly  wasn’t  complaining.  It  could’ve  been  worse.  She  could’ve  lost  all  of  her  memories  like  some  of  the  other  people  in  town,  but  she  hadn’t.  She  was  still  Bev,  even  if  she  didn’t  remember  their  relationship.  He  felt  a  blush  creep  onto  his  cheeks  as  she  mentioned  his  smile,  and  he  couldn’t  help  but  chuckle  softly  at  all  the  NKOTB  references.  She  was  the  only  person  that  could  make  him  smile  like  that,  like  nothing  was  wrong.  “  Hey,  being  stuck  with  you  isn’t  so  bad.  ”  In  fact,  it  was  really  his  best  case  scenario.  “  I’ll  never  let  you  go.  ”

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                    upon the return of ben’s smile, her own widened. “ah, there it is again ; my favorite one.” words were uttered before she could stop them, however it felt right. it was TRUE. while unsure of the whole party to begin with, bev had to admit it was nice, this was nice. a bit of normalcy, something she never had. brow arched in almost a playful challenge. something about the way he looked at her always made her a bit nervous, but in the good way. “— we’ll see if you keep saying that as the night goes on. i may be your valentine girl, but i’m an annoying drunk. if in my sights you’ll be forced to dance eventually.” laughter chimed along to the music as hands released their grasp, nodding towards the drinks. “what’s your poison these days, new kid ??”

dcvinely​  /  marley rose * !!

Marley was somehow good at making decisions, especially if it wasn’t about herself. She could indulge into someone else’s life without ever having to think about her own. So, when the other had said that they did need the help, Marley let out a content sigh, soon a smile spread over her features. If she had learned anything while being in Ivywood, it was that it wasn’t as different as Lima, Ohio. Well, other than random people waking up here. Other than that, she found similarities between the two small towns. “Well, I’m definitely glad to help!” And with that, she went around to a few different clothing racks, picking and grabbing different clothing items for the other to try. When she finished, she returned with a smile. “I think these would look good on you, too.”

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                    the one shirt was all the help finn expected. while used to the community back on the resistance base, he doubted many other places could even come close to replicating it. how could they ?? after seeing && going through what they all did together, those bonds were forged. he couldn’t expect much from such a place he knew little about, but the kindness of others was a surprise, but welcomed. eyes widened with each additional item she picked, smile genial as he chuckled. eagerly, he took her suggestions without question. he may not have ever picked them for himself, but he found he liked them regardless. “see, i never would’ve picked any of this out. back where i’m from we just kinda wore what was durable.” a shrug, his smile only widened. “i’m finn. i can’t say i can help you with fashion, but i owe you one.” 

And don’t ever forget, we’re losers, and we always will be.