little lion man

 Angry doesn’t even BEGIN to explain how the vampiress is currently feeling, mud and grime still clinging to her figure as she all but STOMPS around town; until she’s found another living person to hold a conversation with. “YOU !! – Yeah you, sugarplum” Accent lingering a moment, hard gaze. “Where the fuck are we?”

     it seemed that he had some sort of knack running into people that got angry whenever they arrived. newt could understand it. this situation was utterly confusing. “sugarplum??” he repeated, arms crossing over his chest. “we’re in blackpool. no idea how we got here.”

        NO SNOW. Was the first thing to come in mind. No nights watch. No winterfell. No guards. No Jon or Arya or Bran.  No anything. “What is all this?” She thought out loud. 

         a question that newt would like answered, yet there didn’t appear to be one in sight. “i’m not quite sure,” he responded. “you’re in blackpool, florida. no one knows why.”

    wanda is not a woman who’s had much luck blending in.  so many things about her stick out like a sore thumb, regardless of intent.  the wild curl of her hair, the strange red hue her eyes flash sometimes, the thick accent.  right down to the bright red clothes.  today, though, she’s in more muted clothing; her cloak is gone, too.  in a place like this, her face isn’t noteworthy.  few know who the scarlet witch is, she hopes.  but the look on her face is troubled, intensely so.  “ has anyone worked out a way to bring people here ?? ” she asks.  not that she would subject her children or brother to this strange world, of course, but she has to wonder if there’s a way.  for a woman who has rewritten the very fabric of reality half a dozen times, it should be no issue.  

       and yet, no other world wanda has gone to has been without her intent.  there’s something incredibly troubling about it.  “ it could be the work of doctor doom, ” she muses, shudders at the thought.  that is a threat she’s not equipped to deal with.  “ it wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something of this caliber. ”

The slight prickling in the air the only warning he had that he was not alone in the small shop. He bit back a curse. Of course, his lapse in control would not go unremarked. It had only ever happened once before, and it had not been overlooked then either. It irritated Death that, for the second time that evening, a being had caught him relatively unawares. It was not something he was used to. “This place is crawling with the lot of you, everywhere I turn.”

    it wasn’t exactly unusual for people around here to be a bit... strange. this man already fit the bill with his odd words. alright, well, it wasn’t the most unusual thing newt had had to face in the past. he’d take weird strangers over the maze any day of the week. “well, the town is pretty busy and whatnot. it’s not that unusual for people to be around. at least, from what i assume. i’ve really only ever seen one standing city where i’m from, and some hideaways.”

        “Usually no one knows I even got in. I’m hungry so don’t really care this time… You’re out of milk.” Selina simply replied back at him as she shook the empty gallon. “And if you call the cops, it’ll be useless. I always escape.”  She took another piece of bacon. 

      “guess i’m not everyone, then,” he remarked with a simple shrug of his shoulders. he really wasn’t bothered by any of this. though, he did make a note about the milk. “why would i call the cops?? can’t say i’m really someone that’s going to trust that sort of high-up authority ever again after wicked. besides, i don’t mind this.”

“people don’t really listen to REASON where i come from.” carl sighed as he shushed his sister quietly, trying to keep her quiet and keep he from crying more. “i guess so. what do you know so far? about this stupid town?”

   “FAIR ENOUGH. reason really only worked back in the glade anyhow.”  and then everything broke loose what they escaped the maze and went into the scorch. that’s when it all became about fighting and survival. he glanced down at the little girl, smiling softly. “not much. we can’t leave for some reason. people keep talking about red strings, but i have no clue about that one.”

it only took moments for her to decide that the other people in this land were not from her seven kingdoms. the offer of help from a total stranger, after all the things she’d done, might have made someone with less PRIDE fall over. still, cersei looked over the stranger, from his messy, boyish hair to the odd clothes that he and nearly everyone else seemed to be wearing. he looked like he belonged in the trenches of war, but cersei lannister crudely imagined he would end up a CORPSE before he found GLORY.

“that thing has a NAME?” she asked, disgusted. car. it sounded like a bad joke. 

d o   y o u    n e e d   h e l p   ? 

YES was what she should have said. YES, desperately, but nobody could save her from the thing that she’s become. “NO, not anymore,” she snapped, wondering where the boy’s kindness towards her could have possibly come from. he needed something, wanted something, but made the mistake of thinking she had anything to give. “the CAR is gone.”

    she was clearly from some sort of world that had NO clue about any of this. at this point, it didn’t even remotely phase newt. he was beginning to realize this place was full of possibilities he had once thought impossible. newt wasn’t about to complain, not when this place had somehow pulled him back from death and set him here without the flare. it was the SECOND CHANCE he had never imagined for himself, or thought he deserved. 

    whoever this woman was, newt could clearly see she thought very highly of herself. he managed to hold back a snicker, but just barley.

   “no?? if you’re already reacting like that to a car, who knows what else will get you like that. look, i’m here to HELP if you need it. i know what it feels like to be lost and confused when coming here. i even still feel like that sometimes, but i know it’s better to have someone helping than figuring all of this out by your lonesome.”

         It was no secret that Selina had BOUNDARY issues, easily making herself comfortable in homes that she wasn’t invited to NOR welcomed into when no one was inside.  NATURALLY the first place she goes is to the fridge, eyes widening at the sight of FOOD. Not hesitating for even a MOMENT, she grabs as much as she can into her small arms and lays it out onto the kitchen table and started chowing down their food. 

    there’s more amusement than anything else whenever newt enters the kitchen, arms crossing over his chest. he’s not all that concerned about it. if she wanted to take the food, so be it. clearly she needed it far more than he did. “do you often make a habit of wandering into places and eating their food??”

when things were confusing simon took comfort in the KNOWN, which explained the harry potter book gripped tightly in his hand. he may not know what this place was or how he ended up here, but he knew that ron loved hermione, and that provided him with some weird sense of comfort. “i’ve never been to  florida before.” he shrugged, eyes not moving from the book in front of him. he wasn’t talking to anyone in particular, just anyone who would listen. “it’s a little too hot, i think i’m going to melt.” he sighed. he knew he was being dramatic. dramatic was kind of his THING.

     this place was pretty hot. but for newt, he’d take this town over the scorch any day of the week. at least a person could actually find air conditioning and not worry about running into a bunch of cranks. “can’t say i have either.” not that he had really know the location back where he was from. there weren’t actually states around there when the world was in ruins. “it gets manageable, sort of. i’d take this over where i’m from, though. much more manageable.”

   He’s not exactly sure why or how he’s here, but here he is wondering the streets of Blackpool, trying to figure out what his next move would be. He’s barely paying attention as he moves to sit on a bench, running his hands through his hair. “What is this place?”He mumbled to himself, getting lost in his own thoughts for what seemed like forever before he finally raised his head, standing and walking up behind someone walking down the street. “Hey – can you tell me how far it is to Alexandria?”Maybe it was just another safe haven he was stuck in with working stores. It almost reminded him of a normal town. 

Even though Ellie wasn’t getting any answers, only more questions, she still was walking down the streets in hope of finding something. Something that caught her eye was a bookstore that she hadn’t noticed until then. There really wasn’t anything else to do in her eyes, so she entered the store and was immediately amazed. She couldn’t believe how many books were stacked up on all of the shelves! Wasting no time, she went up and down the rows to try and find something new. “Hey!” She called out to someone she just spotted. “Are there any comics in here?”

    this world was so different from the one that he had come from. nothing was destroyed, there was no wasteland to be seen. no flare, no cranks. it was everything that newt and the others had ever wanted for themselves. he was still absolutely amazed by this town. hearing the voice calling out, newt turned his head. “i’m not exactly sure,” he replied. “i’ve never had an opportunity to have a comic before. at least, i don’t think i ever did.” he still had his memories missing even now. 

TJ sighed, as he stood there by the beach, skipping rocks on the ocean. He’d explored this place enough, well no that was a lie but he needed some time to process all of this. Which led him to the beach, he and his friends used to go down to the lake and skip rocks..and it was usually something that helped calm him down. 

“ Ok TJ, you’re trapped in a place where you have no idea how you got there, or why, and you feel connected to someone, but you don’t know who and you never met them but you do. Now question is, how do we make the best out of a bad situation.” He said mumbling to himself, as he tried to skip rocks. 

    it wasn’t unusual to find people confused about what was going on. newt still felt that himself despite his best attempts at trying to accept that this was a second chance for him and it was fine. thinking like that wasn’t easy -- never really had been for him. catching sight of someone down by the beach, newt wandered towards him, coming to a stop as he stared out at the water himself. “i suppose the best thing to do is get used to the town, since it seems like we’ll be here a while. it doesn’t seem to be that terrible, all in all.”

“ohmigod.” elle all but exclaimed when she laid eyes on the person in her line of vision, before trekking over to the other as fast as she can in her pink stilettos. “first off, hi!! i’m elle. i’m your guardian angel!!” she joked, before shaking her head, “just kidding, kinda. i’m your fashion guardian angel-- which brings me to my next point: just because ya’ just poofed here doesn’t mean you have to, uh, commit a fashion crime like that. NO OFFENSE!! ” she explained while eyeing the other’s outfit, a sweet grin on her face. 

“threatening tends to work where i come from.” carl narrowed his eye at the boy, presumably his age, as he adjusted his grip on his sister. “blackpool?” he repeated, a brow raised. “sounds like a superhero name. like, a really bad one. people suck at naming things, apparently.” he huffed. “how long have you been stuck here?”

     “i’ll use it when necessary, though i prefer trying to talk things out first. we’re not from our homes anymore, so it might be best to use other methods.” newt huffed out a small laugh. he felt the same way, but after dealing with an organization literally called wicked, he wasn’t remotely surprised by names. “i’ve been here for a few days now. nothing seems too messed up here aside from all of us being stuck.”