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“ what---what is this?? this place, the voices. the pain. TELL ME. “
“What the... Where the hell am I?”
“i’ve lived in california practically my whole life. how did i get turned around on my way to the beach? i know i’m still in cali, but where am i? it’s TOTALLY not newport?” dark orbs noticed someone walking by, “what town are we in?”
“Where am I?” Clarke asked as she looked around, this wasn’t Polis or anywhere familiar for that matter.
The soft pad of her footsteps on the plush carpet is the only audible sound, though if you asked Jeyne she’d answer it was the hammering of her heart against her chest, instead. She’s quite certain she’s never visited any place remotely alike the one she’s found herself in now – and though the fact that there’s no Lannisters in sight should bring at least a sliver of comfort, there’s something about the seemingly deserted motel that puts her on edge.
( She doesn't like it one bit. )
Fingertips trace the pattern of the cracked drywall, dark hues focused intently on the single painting that’s miraculously managed to stay up, as if it was to reveal the reason for her sudden appearance. Her attention is drawn away only a moment later, though – the shuffling sound that reaches her senses causes her breath to catch in her throat and her entire frame to stiffen; to her dismay, there’s nowhere to retreat without being seen. It only leaves one option – and though Jeyne isn’t particularly keen on in, she turns around, facing the dimly-lit corridor.
“Who’s there?”
“Oh, hey- When did that get there?”
Gentle and yet piercing eyes wandered around the motel as the khaleesi took small steps, studying the detailing and architecture of the place. Oddly enough, she could not remember how exactly she ended up in this place, and yet she felt no fear. Her dragons were flying in circles around the area — she knew that for a fact as they would never seem to leave her, and such feeling brought comfort to Daenerys. Then, she heard footsteps approaching her and ceased her walking, gazing forward as she parted her lips to speak. “Who are you?”
@ anyone
Alec: the area outside of the motel isn't bad.
Alec: I've found a few places that are pretty nice.
Alec: if that helps at all.
