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cold fingers became numb as her hands shook, staring at them. they were pale, nearly g r e y. the color that she associated with the MONSTERS up on the mountain ( up on horror hill ). ashley’s eye began to water, her life doing a complete one-eighty being tossed into the city by who. by W H A T. pulling her hood up, covering her hair as she rested her chin in her arms. “oh, gross,” she mumbled, looking at her sleeve covered in something sticky from the customer before her on the table. “ugh, this sucks,” she got up, trying to rub her sleeve clean on her way to the napkin stand. “woah, SORRY,” she gasped softly, accidentally punching someone in the arm as she rubbed her sleeve harder.

                    “  wow —– remind me to never try to be nice to YOU again.  ”     she was TRYING to be better.  it seemed like some people didn’t want that.  didn’t appreciate it.     “  i’m not trying to, jesus christ.  why do you take everything i say as a goddamn threat or something?  not like I encouraged someone to try & kill you or something.  ”

                    “  good.  & never do.  because you’ll regret it.  ”

“something like that.” except it’s more like a nightmare with the possibility of each and every one of her friends and family being killed. no biggie. “s’not really a very common name, i guess.” cue a quick shrug. “but i like it, so. – not sure i’ve met an ashley if that helps.”

“i have cds i listen to.”

“oh, c’mon. the only way you can get the real the effect of christmas and the christmas music is to listen to the raido!”

“right? that’s what i thought.” though she wouldn’t put it past raven to accidentally build something like that. “i’m just as confused as you, don’t worry.” pause. “clarke, by the way.”

“twenty-one fifty. hundred and thirty something years from now.” 134, clarke. basic math. “it’s weird, i know. i promise i’m not crazy.”

“not too sure how close i was to new york.” pretty much only one state over. not too far. “i just definitely wasn’t in twenty-sixteen. twenty-one fifty on the other hand… definitely there.” 

“thats… so far from where i should be.” not that she really expected anything different. “yeah, yeah..” she nodded, clearing her throat before brushing her hair out of her face. “just far from home is all.”

perfect. no where near where she should be. but in a sense, new york ( regardless of whatever year it was ) it was better than the city of light… eh. close enough. “new york… what year?”

@inthemines → this.

                “  i never said i did, em.  ”

“i’m not saying i don’t like christmas. i’m saying the music is awful.”

“HEY!” Isak yelps as he is thrust back by someone, quickly catching his balance, “New York is definitely different than Norway.”

“Woah,” Ashley bit down on her bottom lip, her hand on the other’s shoulder. “You’re from Norway, I’m guessing? ––Kidding, maybe you should get used to the rude people ‘round here.”

“reaching that shelf? it’s a lot easier said than done.”

“no.” her voice is quiet as she focused on her surroundings. she can’t be here. she needs to be back with her people. they ended alie, didn’t they? so how was she here? she escaped this. “hey, you.” she called out to the closest person, pointing in their direction. great social skills, clarke. “where are we?”