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gablesgreenanne:

“Thank you.” Anne replied promptly with a grin before schooling her expression into something much more serious. She could not imagine a life without a wide-scoping imagination, however she did have the misfortune of knowing quite a few people who lived in such a manner. That did not mean it could not be rectified though. Marilla had shown herself to be far more capable than Anne had ever initially thought when she was first adopted. “You absolutely could, everyone has an imagination, you’re just in a dreadfully dire need of exercising your own. Even if it’s not a fantastical story there’s so many wonderful places your mind can wander off to. It can become extremely helpful when you’re in a pinch.” Anne would know considering how often she caused some kind of blunder or another.

“Mhm.” He nodded, furrowing his brows at her next words. It was hard to think about exercising his imagination after everything he had gone through. He always needed to be alert, he could never stop to daydream. It was dangerous when you had people like Drake on the loose hurting your people. He was sure he could tell his own story here ( it seemed as if no one had heard of the Perdido Beach Anomaly ) and just pretend that it was all make believe, but then again... his expressions and tone of voice would probably give it away. “Yeah? What kind of pinch are you talking about?” He questioned.

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faithfulxfew:

“No not amnesia, that would be the absence of memories.  Her’s have been changed and replaced. It’s different.”

“That’s...” He furrowed his brows, thinking about it. That was weird. He couldn’t be too judgmental though, he was sure there were people that wouldn’t believe what he had gone through. “That sucks. I can’t imagine having that happen to you.”

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the blonde sighed softly. it wasn’t fun to not be able to sleep. she wondered if she could sleep a whole night sooner or later. if she only could stop being worried about her little brother. he was fine, she had to say it to herself. his ability made him strong and he could protect himself, and his temper, that was worse than hers “that sucks” lauren shook her head “nothing should keep you up at night. sleep is important, but when you can’t.. what do you do, right? do you sleep anything?”

“Exactly.” He sighed, leaning back. His mom had tried to help him, but there wasn’t much that she could do. She would never understand what he had gone through, the stress he had been under for those two years. He still felt partially responsible for the other kids.even if whoever was left was safe now. It was just a burden he’d always carry, he supposed. “No, I don’t... really. A few hours every night. Not enough.”

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Sam already had trouble adjusting to life outside of the FAYZ, it didn’t help that he was suddenly thrown into an unfamiliar place without any of his friends. Without Astrid. Thankfully, the experience was nothing like the FAYZ... aside from the inhabitants being trapped there. There was internet, phones were working, no one was mutated. At least, not that he knew of.  He has spent his few couple days in the city trying to locate anyone he knew but it seemed like he was stuck there by himself. He was going to have to get used to being on his own after years of depending on and being around other people. 

There had been numerous times where Sam had seen someone with blonde hair and instantly mistook them for Astrid, which is why he hesitated when he saw the figure sitting by the water. She looked like Astrid, but so did a lot of other people. He didn’t want to embarrass himself again but he also didn’t disregard her. What if it really was her? What if he really wasn’t alone here? He was most definitely staring, waiting for any indication that it truly was her. That it wasn’t just wishful thinking again. He didn’t realize that he was moving towards her until she turned to look at him, causing him to freeze. 

“Astrid.” He let out a laugh at the confirmation that it was indeed her, a wide smile breaking out across his face as he moved towards her. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.” He cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips against hers.

Throughout everything, Sam had always been her constant. Despite the fragmented shards their relationship became at times, mere kids forced to be the adults of society, despite the arguments, the fighting, he had always been there. In the end of it all, they were the survivors, they could heal together, for once be normal, in a world that didn’t threaten to tear them apart at each moment. In Washington it was different, she felt she’d been thrust back into a FAYZ of sorts, just in reverse, this time without him, without everyone. Least there was safety here. Order, food, and no mutated children and animals. Still, she’d come too far to adjust and enjoy this place easy.

Blonde hair hanging neatly against her back, fingers dug against the raw particles of the sand, rough but beautiful to her fingers, a moment of silence as she looked forward at the lapping foam tipped waves. Just to see them move was nice in contrast to the stillness once watched at the sea. It gave her peace coming here, sometimes she needed those slivers of quiet, no disturbance. Wasn’t often people came here in the earlier hours of the morning, but sleep had been restless. Hence her hues flickering up, piercing blue staring with an alert nature as footsteps were heard, hands clenching ready, past instinct fighting through.

“Sam-“ Eyes caught side of the male, a swallow jutting like glass on her throat, scarcely daring to believe it was him, kismet rife here. Lips twisting upwards, legs scrambled upwards, scattered wisps of the sand pushed away as she stood, breathing tight. Religion had been swept away from here, there was no one up there for her to pray to, but she still had hope, hope that pounded fiercely for this to be him.

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Sam: who the fuck

Astrid: language

Sam: …

Sam: whom the fuck

Astrid: no

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                                       THERE      ARE      OTHERS      BETTER      THAN       ME.

book   i   +    grey   aesthetic.   sam   temple.

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Luna stared at the other for a moment, the boy looked like Neville and if she didn’t think about it too much on it she would have assumed it was him.  Luna however knew the difference between the original and someone who just looked like him.  “I have this friend, i care about her a lot but someone stole her thoughts and replaced them.”

“What?” After everything that happened in the fayz, you’d think that Sam would believe that anything is possible but someone’s thoughts being replaced? That sounded like a plot from The X-Files. “Do you mean like... amnesia? I-I don’t think there’s any way that you can fix that.”

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“Uh, what?” Sam was taken aback when the stranger called out to him, glancing around to ensure that she actually was speaking to him before making his way over. It’s not like he wasn’t used to people asking him about their problems, it was something that occurred frequently while they were stuck in the fayz but he had never had anyone he didn’t know ask him anything. “What’s your problem?”

Luna was laying upside down on a chair, her glasses struggling to stay on her face.  Her multicolored galaxy socks flexed back and forth as she thought.  “Dang it.” She grumbled flipping herself back around with a light giggle at the head rush.  “I need to fix this, I can fix this I just need to find a new way to look at the problem… Oh!” Luna spun around in her chair.  “Hey you! yes you, Can I ask your perspective on a problem cause flipping mine upside down just isn’t working.”

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Was that [TARJEI SANDVIK MOE]? Oh no no, that was just [SAM TEMPLE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [GONE]. They are [SEVENTEEN] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can't stray away from this city for long. 

how long has your character been here

a week.

what is your character’s job

he works concessions at the movie theatre.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

a year after the barrier came down.

has any magic affected your character

nope.

other information

so for those of you who don’t know what gone is, it was a book series abt everyone 15+ disappearing and a barrier appearing around the town. some of the kids had powers (sam had the power to shoot light out of his hands & create these little light thingies he’s called ‘sammy suns’), yada yada. he discovered that he had a secret fraternal twin brother who was.... Not the greatest. a bunch of traumatizing stuff happened. they had to do a lot of hard stuff to survive. in their universe, they’re all famous bc of what happened. like... everyone knows who they are. if you want a more detailed explanation hmu,  

he’s had some trouble adjusting to... regular life again. back in the FAYZ (as it was called by the kids there), he was sorta pushed into a leadership role and people looked to him (as well as his girlfriend astrid and some of their friends) for answers. he’s thankful to not have to be that person anymore but it’s hard to move on from that. especially when he’s constantly being contacted by news outlets or random people in general to ask about everything that happened. he’s more so interested in just forgetting that it happened.

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Sam: Edilio, please keep an eye on Quinn today. He’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Edilio: Sure, I’d love to see Quinn get punched.

Sam: Try again.

Edilio: I will stop Quinn from getting punched.

Sam: Correct.

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TOP 10 GONE CHARACTERS (AS VOTED BY THE FANDOM):

#9 → Sam Temple

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Now that was something Sam understood completely. Although, it hadn’t been something he had experienced in a year. He had no reason to worry about his fellow fayzians now that it was all over. They were all safe with their families, there was no more Drake or Gaiaphage. “Yeah, I have.” He nodded, focusing on his hands shaking himself out of his thoughts. He couldn’t go there. “I can’t really sleep anymore either, but that’s...for different reasons now.” He finally looked back to her. “Who are you worried about?”

“have you ever been so worried about someone that you barely can sleep?” lauren asked no-one in particular. why didn’t she go with her brother to make sure he would be alright? she barely remember what went through her mind that day. maybe she was too shocked that he went with the others, so she had no time to think of what happened right in front of her eyes “i don’t think i have slept on almost two weeks and i’m exhausted. every time i close my eyes… ” she paused and sighed, slowly shaking her head “whatever. nothing helps” she mumbled.

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Sam was a little impressed, although he hadn’t expected the girl to tell him a whole story. He wasn’t even sure how he ended up there, he was never that big on reading, but he was still holding onto the hope that there would be someone he knew there. Astrid, Dekka, Diana, and Edilio were the main four he was hoping for. If he was there, Astrid and Diana had to be too... right? They did live together after all. Or at least that was his thought process but it had been a week and there was still no sign of any of them. “I... can’t imagine that actually.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “That is quite the imagination you have though. I could never think up anything like that.”

“There’s nothing like a beautiful scenery to provide the most wonderful inspiration for a story.” Anne sighed a notebook clutched to her chest as she looked up at the Library. Washington D.C was unfortunately lacking in some beautiful greenery. A park or garden here or there was just fine but it lacked the magical lushness of her home. Back there she could wander around and feel like someone plucked out of a storybook, here everything was just much more structured. Anne however was very educated in the art of imagination and was a true expert in finding flashes of beauty. “The Library of Congress was partially based on the reading room in The British Museum Library.” She explained excitement sparking in her eyes. “Can you imagine anything more wonderful than sitting down with an old book looking up into that rounded ceiling and knowing someone out there in a distant country may be doing the same thing thinking of here? Your minds and hearts just bonded in that moment looking at something so mesmerising–” She cut herself off with glee as a new idea came to mind. “–then if you were even reading the same book? Oh, how romantic. You could be soulmates, having had met in previous lives meant to wander across the world finding your other half, connected by places based upon each other. Every time growing so close in spirit despite how distant your feet may be. Carrying that very same book from the library knowing that one day you’d stumble upon your match.” She sighed pressing a hand against her heart. “Then the day you finally meet, you’re oh so distressed because you’ve been caught in a rainstorm the pages of the book soaked through and curling. However tragical it might appear an umbrella suddenly covers your head, you look up and then it’s them. Offering the very same copy.”  

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It was strange. Not that Sam wasn’t accustomed to strange things happening, considering everything that had occurred in the FAYZ. This was just different. It had been a year since everything that had happened, he thought everything was going to be normal (aside from his nightmares) but of course things could never be normal. Something else had to happen to throw him off. Although it had been a week since he had been transported to this strange place, it was still hard to get used to. The lack of his friends, mainly, is what made it so hard. He had grown to depend on them since the FAYZ. He was broken out of his thoughts by the sight of a girl collapsing, it brought him back. The amount of kids who would turn to him for comfort because they missed their parents or because they were scared... of Drake, of the Gaiaphage, of... everything strange that was happening. Next thing he knew, he was crouched at the girl’s side. “Hey, hey. Just take deep breaths, you’re okay.”

Fiddling with the white streak in her hair, Rhaenys had dealt with crippling anxiety since arriving in Washington.  Loud noises, were one of her triggers as they brought her back to the sack of Kings Landing.  Crashes, fireworks, and repair shops.  They were all main triggers for her.   Today she was trying to face one of them by walking by the auto shop near her home.  The metal on metal clanking often made her think of sword fights.  Times she’d watch her father spar in the courtyard or worse her guards trying to protect her.  As she got closer, her breathing began to stagger as she sprinted passed it.  “That’s a lot better then usual.” She murmured trying to calm her heart beat, but her legs gave way and she collapsed burying her head in her hands.  Trying not to break down into tears.

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character theme songs: sam temple (gone series)

but i’m a kid like everyone else

– hero by family of the year

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