Who: Judith "Hope" Grimes; OTA What: Legit being plucked from her time and planted here. Where: The lobby of the Overlook. When: Eveningish. Status | Rating: Open | Probably no higher than PG-13.
"Night Dad. Night Carl. Night Uncle D," Hope said before she closed the door to her cell in the prison. The three men were taking watch that night, and it was all that the teenager could say and do before she flopped down on the mattress, keeping her crossbow close to her before closing her eyes to let sleep take her for another night. Another day going into night that she fought against zombies, helping to keep the only home that she knew safe and secure. Sure, there had been times when she was younger that she was a bit reckless, but in the end, she managed to pull through.
It was quite some time after she had said her good nights to them that she awoke, not on the mattress of the jail cell that she shared with Beth, but in a strange new building that she didn't know. Surely that if something had happened to the prison, someone would've woken her up and told her to get out - right? Bolting upright, Hope was thankful that at least her crossbow was here too, giving her some kind of defense in case this was a trick or a trap. But it was then that she started to get a little worried. Where were her family and friends at? But she never showed any kind of emotion as she sat stone still on one of the many couches that was scattered throughout, only moving just barely to call out the names of the people that were back in the prison. "Dad?" she asked to the seemingly empty lobby. "Carl? Uncle D?" It was best get those names out of the way first. "Carol?" A pause, listening for any sounds that might have been familiar. "Beth?" Another pause. "Maggie? Glenn?" The final beat was just then. "Anyone?"