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Paperman

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Hello beautiful person! (✿◠‿◠) Once you get this you must share five random facts about yourself then pass this on to your 10 favourite followers

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Since it's munday, I guess I'll do this OOC.

I have over $500 in Walking Dead merchandise.

I've made it to the final seven out of 500 girls at Disney princess auditions at Disneyland.

I am currently eating a burrito.

I'm obsessed with any show that has Gordon Ramsay in it.

I am determined to buy knee high converse within this next month.

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Jilllll fuck I didn't know you were Meg!!

[[Hey, hey. Language. I'm the only one who's allowed to cuss like a sailor.

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[[Just because I don't think a lot of people know I play Meg...

Sup, kids.

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[[At my boyfriend's. I'll be disappearing throughout the day!

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Her big brown eyes continued to stare up at him, lost in a sort of childlike daze to the seemingly magical occurrence that had happened yet again. No one in their right mind would believe that something as simple and commonplace as a piece of paper would miraculously come to life, bringing together two people from other ends of the city who, really, seemed to be made for one another. And yet there they were, yet again, joined together because of this small paper airplane, its wings having vibrated at the realization of their closeness, ensuring that the two star crossed lovers would come in contact once more. A princess being reunited with her prince.

And that was exactly what Meg saw him as. He was tall, awkward, lanky. He had a crooked smile, and his hair was somewhat disheveled. George was, really, nothing at all like one would picture when describing a heroic, romantic prince. But to the woman with the ruby red lips, he was perfection. She found him to be cute, charming, and his personality drew her in, her heart and mind desperate to get to know him more and more, to bring him out of his shell so she could see that kind smile of his whenever the two of them spoke.

And all this from one date?!

It was so silly for Meg to think about, having such feelings for someone after spending just a few hours with them. That sort of stuff was only supposed to exist in those old child stories. The princess would set eye on a prince for just a few brief moments, and then suddenly be head over heels! But, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. The rest of their story was rather fantastical, so wouldn't their feelings for one another reflect that?

Tucking her hair behind her ear as George took the paper airplane from her, Meg gave a small nod, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I would always carry him with me," she admitted, "just in case." Her small hand gently reached out to hold the piece of paper along with him, smile growing all the wider as her heart began to race within her again. "We can't frame him!" she laughed. "Then he won't be able to lead us down another path of destiny! A sticker though, would be nice. Or maybe even just a kind thank you," she giggled, eyes looking back up at George. "We owe this little guy a lot, I think."

Straightening out her posture, he hands smoothing out her skirt, George's invitation made her realize that she was supposed to be meeting friends in a few short moments. "Oh!" she exclaimed, hands folding over her chest. "Well, you see, um..." she began, unsure of what to say. She had a previous engagement, but this? This was such a chance meeting that she didn't dare turn it down. She was sure her friends would understand. Besides, the shy way in which she spoke drew her to him even more. "I'd love to," she finally agreed, her hand carefully reaching out to interlace with his fingers, hoping she wasn't invading his personal space.

As they began their walk down the busy streets of New York, she turned to look at her companion. "How have you been, George?" she asked, voice soft and sweet, "Did you get that new job?"

Reunited by Paper Planes | Meg and George

Wow. George thought to himself, as the small smile on his face shifted into a bigger goofy one. His tongue tied in knots as he lost all power of words and instead a small laugh fell from his lips. She hadn’t changed at all, and she still wore that bright shade of red lipstick. It was one of those things that stuck out to him about her. Even causing him to do double takes on every person he spied in New York City wearing a similar shade. Even pausing a moment in drug stores and other places where makeup could be sold in hopes to see her buying that perfect shade that suited her oh so well.

When she said his name he could of melted into a puddle right there on the street in front of his office building. It really is her. Every moment just reassured him it was so. He wasn’t sure if she said anything else, because the roar of the city seemed to take over. George lost sight of her for a moment and a sense of fear washed over him as he stood taller and peered over the crowd before she pushed her way through. “Hello." George replied. He couldn’t help but keep the goofy smile plastered on his face. He felt like jumping up and down and running all around town yelling like a five year old that he had found her, he had finally found her. But instead he let out a deep breath. “It’s really, really good to see you to." Part of him hoped she wasn’t just saying that to amuse him.

The two had only been on one date, and if she didn’t feel the same way he did, he would of course have been crushed. He wanted to ask her why she had never called, but before he could, she answered that question herself. “It’s okay." George’s smile disappeared for a moment until she held up the plane to him. “You still have it." His eyes went wide as he reached out to touch the white paper plane that had brought them together in the first place. His fingers brushed gently against hers as he gently plucked the plane from her grip. “This little guy ought to be framed, or given a medal of some sort." George mused holding the plane up to the light.

His attention turning back to Meg, George questioned, “Do you maybe want to grab some coffee or something?" George didn’t want to lose touch with her again, though he supposed that she had some sort of meeting or other outing to attend to. “Y-you don’t have to I mean, I could just give you my number again in hopes you didn’t lose it or something and then we-" George stopped realizing he was beginning to ramble. He stared at his feet for a moment. “Sorry. I-I tend to ramble when I’m nervous."

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Small compact mirror delicately held between her manicured fingers, Meg carefully applied her red lipstick to her lips, her hand carefully applying it to the utmost perfection. The addition to her makeup routine had been a fairly new one, but she had managed to make it her new signature style within just a few weeks. "There we go," she nodded to herself, closing the lipstick and mirror shut as she placed both back into her purse. She had a job evaluation that afternoon, one that could possibly lead to some sort of promotion within the company in which she worked, and she knew that she had to display herself in the best way possible.

She was just about to turn down the busy street to her office building when a young woman caught her off guard, Meg's brown eyes immediately turning to look over at the beautiful blonde. "Oh, hello!" she smiled, the New Yorker always one to be kind to strangers, knowing just how rude the rest of the city could be to them. The girl's question, however, was a rather strange one. How did she not know where she was?

"New York," she smiled, nodding her head, "Manhattan. Quite busy at this time of year." Nodding her head, she extended a dainty hand. "I'm Meg. You are?"

These Greetings Are Tiresome …

The girl looked over at the new faces … or old faces, she wouldn’t know either way. At the moment they were new faces, before all this mess though they could have been old beloved faces. She hoped they weren’t though, because that made that situation that much more complex. “Hello," She said in an airy, uncertain, breath. Everything about her lately was uncertain — for there was nothing she could be completely certain about, except that she couldn’t remember anything, no matter how desperately she tried. 

A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips as she looked toward the strangers with a mild curiosity  “Could you happen to tell me where I am?" She asked politely. She smoothed her dress before tucking a blonde curl back behind her ear. She should have really been keeping track of where she was going — but she hadn’t, and because of that she was now reduced to being bothersome and asking questions  “I seem to have lost my way …"

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"I've been noticing a lot more people in the city lately. I suppose I should introduce myself!" she smiled. "My name's Megan, but please, call me Meg. I've lived in New York all my life, so if you need a tour guide, I'd be more than happy to oblige!"

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There they were again. The butterflies that had long since slept within her began to flutter once again at the pit of her stomach, causing goosebumps to rise up on her fair skin as her heart skipped a beat in her small chest. It was the same sort of sensation she always wrote about in her books - Losing one's self in another's gaze, forgetting to breathe, mind going blank. She always thought those sorts of feelings only existed within the pages of romance and fantasy novels. But, as she stood there within the crowded streets of New York City, it was as if everyone around here seemed to completely disappear as her large brown eyes met with the man she had been thinking of since that very day fate had brought the two of them together.

For a few moments, she stood there in complete silence, eyes wide as she tried to register that this was, in fact, the man who seemed to have slipped from her fingers. Her hands held lightly to the paper airplane, her thumb gently stroking it's wing in thanks as a bright smile, finally, spread across her ruby red lips. He looked exactly the same as he did the day at the train station. Suit and tie, hair slightly a mess; but just as handsome as ever. Just like she remembered.

"George," she finally spoke, voice soft and sweet as she nodded her head, noticing that he was just as much in shock to the situation as she was. Biting the inside of her cheek, she couldn't help but to reach out and carefully poke at his hand, making sure that this was indeed reality and not some dream from her deepest fantasies. And, just a few seconds later, reality hit her square in the face when a group of people bumped into her shoulder, causing her to stumble to the side, slurs of apologies escaping her lips as her cheeks turned a shade of red comparable to that of her signature lips.

Stumbling forward, she gave a small, awkward chuckle as she positioned herself against the building, away from any of the approaching crowd. "Sorry. Hello," she smiled, thumb still caressing the paper airplane. "It's really good to see you," she said, not wanting to tell him that she had been thinking about him non stop since their first encounter with another and dreamed about him on a nightly basis. That would be a bit too much information, she thought.

"I'm so, so sorry I hadn't called, George," she spoke against another blaring car horn, "I can get really disorganized and I somehow lost your number... But I really wanted to call you!" she assured him with flailing hands, "I did! Trust me! That's why I... Well, that's why I kept this," she smiled, holding up the paper plane. "Good thing I did, too."

Reunited by Paper Planes | Meg and George

"Finally." George let out a long breath as he pushed the mail cart onto the 25th floor of the building. “Mail’s here." He said shining a half smile as he handed mail off of his cart down the aisles to the assistants and receptionists until finally his cart was empty. Such a good feeling to see the bottom of the wired cart basket. A small smile appeared on George’s lips as he pulled the cart back towards the elevator.

After standing at the large metal doors for what seemed like an eternity, They slowly creaked open. From behind him a woman rushed in almost knocking him over in the process. “Sorry." The woman uttered as she quickly moved to press the ground floor button. George looked up at her and something immediately caught his eye. He had to do a double take before realizing that this bright lipped woman was not in fact the one he’d sat up by the phone waiting to hear from.

"It’s fine." George mumbled. Pulling his cart to the far wall of the elevator and leaning against the wall. A large yawn escaped his lips, he had thought he hit it off with Meg that day. Though he had given her his number and hadn’t heard from her since. He wanted to believe that she had just lost it, but part of him knew that couldn’t have been the case. He thought about her a lot, and now standing here with this similarly bright lipped woman his thoughts were of Meg once again.

"If I could only see her one more time." He said aloud without even realizing. George’s eyes popped open to reveal an elevator full of people that had just heard him talking to himself. An embarrassed laugh slipped from his lips as his face turned a shade of pink.

George hadn’t told anyone about the day when he met Meg. He wanted to desperately, but the thought of someone actually believing that almost a hundred paper airplanes literally pinned him to his seat on the train and brought him back to her was slim to none. But it was true, and he knew it, and he knew she knew it. That was all that mattered.

Finally the elevator began to empty. He was the only one left tucked inside as the machine brought him down to the depths of the empty basement and mail room. A slow and tired sigh escaped him as he trekked through the cold dark room to put his cart back in the tiny cubicle he called an office. “Some job."

Exiting the room and heading for the single staircase that would lead to the lobby of the building, George huffed and puffed. He slowly climbed the stairs tired and ready to go home to his one bedroom apartment, turn on the Television put his feet up and-. His thoughts froze as he exited the revolving door. A bright red color catching his attention as his eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Meg?" He said in disbelief, as the woman standing before him held a white paper airplane with a red lipstick mark.

George shook his head to make sure it was real. “It’s really you." A small smile appeared on his face, and he hoped she would be just as happy to see him as he was to see her.

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February 1940: The main street in Iowa City, Iowa. By Arthur Rothstein for the Farm Security Administration.