[after being rather unceremoniously dumped off in the alley, Hope spends a good amount of time lingering in the darkness, watching the people pass by and trying to decide how, exactly, to deal with this. they said to have fun, and she wants to comply for whatever reason, but she has no idea where she is or how she got here and nothing any of them were saying did any help at all.
she feels like something's missing.
finally, though she moves out into the festival, keeping her head down and simply watching things as they happen around her while doing her best not to run into anyone in the crowd. she feels exposed and vulnerable, something she positively hates, and it's easy to see she's on edge by the tension in her shoulders.]
safehouse;
[she's no less tense after arriving at the safehouse, which is filled with people she's never seen before. she's heard they're all in the same predicament, that they're dealing with this together, but she's pretty sure it's just because they have no other options.
working together out of necessity isn't something she's foreign to, but it doesn't exactly fill her with reassurance.
she spends most of her time sitting on the cot that's been given to her, alone, and she can be seen making strange hand gestures from time to time, muttering things under her breath. each time she does so, she flinches, curling into her chest briefly before she grits her teeth in frustration.]
closed to caroline forbes;
[after a quick network conversation, hope abandons her cot and heads for the kitchen. she's both starving and sick to her stomach at the same time, but she'll use the food excuse to meet up with the headmistress of her school.
maybe she'll have answers that are better than the ones in the guide or given to her by the other displaced. even if she doesn't, at least she's not totally alone.
she walks into the kitchen, looking around for her signature blonde hair.]
hope mikaelson ; ota
[after being rather unceremoniously dumped off in the alley, Hope spends a good amount of time lingering in the darkness, watching the people pass by and trying to decide how, exactly, to deal with this. they said to have fun, and she wants to comply for whatever reason, but she has no idea where she is or how she got here and nothing any of them were saying did any help at all.
she feels like something's missing.
finally, though she moves out into the festival, keeping her head down and simply watching things as they happen around her while doing her best not to run into anyone in the crowd. she feels exposed and vulnerable, something she positively hates, and it's easy to see she's on edge by the tension in her shoulders.]
safehouse;
[she's no less tense after arriving at the safehouse, which is filled with people she's never seen before. she's heard they're all in the same predicament, that they're dealing with this together, but she's pretty sure it's just because they have no other options.
working together out of necessity isn't something she's foreign to, but it doesn't exactly fill her with reassurance.
she spends most of her time sitting on the cot that's been given to her, alone, and she can be seen making strange hand gestures from time to time, muttering things under her breath. each time she does so, she flinches, curling into her chest briefly before she grits her teeth in frustration.]
closed to caroline forbes;
[after a quick network conversation, hope abandons her cot and heads for the kitchen. she's both starving and sick to her stomach at the same time, but she'll use the food excuse to meet up with the headmistress of her school.
maybe she'll have answers that are better than the ones in the guide or given to her by the other displaced. even if she doesn't, at least she's not totally alone.
she walks into the kitchen, looking around for her signature blonde hair.]