Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

I figured italics could be her speaking in her native language if that's cool with you Amelia wasn't sure how long she was out, though it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but apparently it was more than enough time for people to surround her before waking up. Brown eyes barely had time to glance at her surroundings before she heard a loud voice. Immediately she tried to back away a little, but there were people behind her too. They moved back slightly but not enough for her to be able to get up and take off. Feeling trapped she tried to let the questions sink in despite still feeling a headache. It wasn't so bad feeling while she was on the ground, but worried it would get worse again if she stood up. The questions were fairly harmless, at least for the moment, but who knew what else they'd question about if she answered and they knew she could understand them. Looking at them all for a moment, they looked very odd to her, though that could have easily been said about herself from their point of view. Amelia had no clue that their clothing could have been considered 'modern' and that hers looked more 'tribal' or from that of a time that was hundreds of years ago in their history books. The brunette felt more than a little mistrustful, and likely for good reason considering there were a bunch of them that essentially fell from the sky. What do you want? Who the hell are you? Amelia had a feeling they wouldn't understand what she was saying since they seemed to easily default to the English langauge. Hopefully if they thought she didn't understand they would see no use in bothering her, and go about whatever they were doing. But she kind of doubted that would be the case. They didn't seem to have weapons but she wondered if they would try to kill her. Frantically she looked around for her bow and arrows but must have lost them when she got hurt. At least her knife was still there in case they tried anything. -- Clarke couldn't help but agree with his statement. Not only because he was her boyfriend and the only person she ever truly cared about in a romantic way, but he was the only person down there that she could really depend on and feel safe with. While she might have previously considered Wells one of her best friends, after her father being floated because of him she couldn't help but feel hatred. It never occured to her that there could have been another person at fault, though even then there was no way possible that it was Ryan, which is why he was the one person she completely trusted. I know, I love you too. I've missed you so much.. she responded and her voice was equally a whisper. The months apart, especially her being contained with no visitor privileges, were very lonely and boring to say the least. There wasn't much in the way to keep one entertained either so she had tried to think about happy times they had spent before she had been locked away. Clarke couldn't help but smile as he complimented her. He always knew how to make her feel better, even when things weren't good. Even now when there were many other things to worry about as far as surviving, he managed to help distract her from those worries. After he said that she took the opportunity to give a long, passionate, kiss which they had not gotten to do in quite some time. After a few minutes of that she reluctantly pulled away as the reality of their situation was beginning to set in. They were together, and she knew that would help their cause of surviving, but they had many other people to convince to work together. Pulling out one of the maps that had been left on the drop ship she looked at it and ended up frowning. We landed on the wrong side of the mountain.. Mount Weather is on the other side of a radiation filled forest, she spoke before looking up to Ryan again.