WHO: Nessie Cullen and OPEN WHAT: Arrival in New Hope WHEN: Evening, close to sun set WHERE: Arrival area and then moving on from there RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
There was no point to playing the game of Hide and Seek. When you played with a shape-shifter who turned into a massive wolf, with heightened senses, he was always going to find you. He just had to sniff you it. But even though Jacob had the ability to find her right away, they always played. Usually by the end it was a game of tag, with the two of them racing through the trees, her young age leveling out the playing field between them. She was some twenty feet up in a tree, looking down at her best friend, Jacob, on the ground below, pretending he didn't know where she was. "Jake!" she finally yelled, pretending to tell him where she was. When he looked up, there was a huge grin on his face, which caused her to laugh.
Waving, she stepped off the tree, jumping right out into the air. She new Jake would catch her, but even if he wasn't, she could easily land the jump herself. She fell, her dress ruffling around her legs, and expected to be caught in a pair of large arms, where she'd then probably got a piggy back out of him, before they went hunting.
But the arms never came. Instead, she caught herself last minute. But she wasn't in the woods, she was in a building. Brown eyes went wide as she looked around. The smell of the woods was gone, Jakes scent was gone, and she was suddenly in a strange building she didn't know. What had happened.
"Welcome, newcomer, to the city of New Hope." Nessie spun to see a television, and a person speaking on it. She listened to the recording, looking around the building. Logically, this didn't make any sense. She might have only been two and a half years old, but she was very intelligent for her age, and this wasn't supposed to be possible. Vampires, werewolves and shape-shifters was one thing, this was something else, something that should be impossible. She spun, tiny hands clutching her dress, and moved toward the door. Had someone else been pulled here with her? "Jake?" she asked hopefully, her musical voice quiet, before speaking louder. "Jake?" she asked again.
Reaching the door, she pushed it open. "Momma?" she asked, feeling her hope fade. "Daddy?" was anyone she knew here at all? Or was she stuck here alone?