crumbfollwer (crumbfollwer) wrote in stuckinastory, @ 2011-12-09 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gretchen gingerman, lestat : kingofalldamned |
Massive Flock of New People
Gretchen had only been up for a few seconds when she realized that the power had gone out overnight. The clock on her nightstand was blinking an angry 12:00. She quickly reset it, not wanting to have to remember later. She smiled, seeing a copy of Charles Dickens' omnibus on her dresser. Her brother must have finished using it last night.
Gretchen sat up, and stretched. That's when she noticed something else. Her house was quiet. She walked to the bathroom, pausing briefly at her father, and brother's doors. There wasn't a sound. Usually, she had pry the two of them out of bed with the jaws of life.
What is going on here? After she braided her hair in their usual braids, she went downstairs. That's where she got her answer. A note was taped to her favorite appliance in the house, the oven. "Gone to Town Hall. New people." It was in her brother's ungodly messy hand writing.
New people? What? No one, aside from the sheriff's new deputy had come to Storybrooke in all the time that she had been there, and Gretchen didn't remember ever NOT being in Storybrooke. Shaking her head, the young girl pulled a sweater on, buttoning it all the way up. She left the house, making sure to leave the porch light on, just in case they were out later than daylight. She doubted it, but Gretchen never took chances.
She hurried across the lawn, and towards town hall. Once she was inside, she gasped. It was packed. She stayed in the back, trying to Assess how many new faces there were. Eventually, Gretchen opened her book, and sat in a corner to read, and listen to the mayor.