swan (savioring) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-02 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emma swan, character: jefferson |
Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
WHO: Emma Swan & Jefferson
WHERE: Town Hall
WHEN: set after this conversation
WHAT: Emma and Jefferson search for serious Hat Making supplies in a bid to get home.
WARNINGS: Language. Much language.
Emma couldn't pin point the exact moment that every single nerve she had in her body had gone into hyper drive. She just knew that this place unsettled her beyond anything she'd ever felt before. She'd never been a fan of 'scary' movies, the entire genre just gave her the creeps. They had since she was a kid and stupid Stevie in the foster house of those months had spent her entire stay there torturing her with scare tactics to make little Emmy cry. She fucking hated everything horror and ghost stories since then.
This place didn't make anything feel right and Emma wasn't releasing the hold on her gun any time soon, regardless of the looks it got her. She just had to get to the main square, which her little Girl Scouts map told her was at the centre of town, so she'd square her shoulders, steel her nerves and just go. The further she got from that hotel the better she felt, at least until she was sure she spotted something moving beside her but not there in a blink and then it all came rushing back that she hated this bullshit with a fiery passion.
She was entirely prepared to tap into whatever magical powers Jefferson swore she had if it meant getting them the hell out of this place, back to Storybrooke, back to Henry and Grace and her family. Hell, even if it could only get them back to the Enchanted Forest she'd settle for the trek back from there. Finding Jefferson, Emma hurried her pace without running -because she wasn't that far gone just yet- while keeping her gun in her hand.