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Jan. 22nd, 2012 11:42 pm
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (CHILDLIKE DERP)
[Have some shakey cam, Barge. In fact, have a whole lot of shakey cam, because Arya appears to be running, holding her iPhone looking communicator out in front of her. She's running along a sidewalk somewhere on the Strip, dodging people and even knocking into some, if you can interpret that jostling.]

Everything's so big! [She doesn't turn the camera to face her yet, but she's panting, and it sounds like she might be smiling as she angles the camera straight up to look at the New York New York casino.] Harrenhal's bigger, though.

[She finally turns the camera on herself again, too close and unsteady, but viewable. She's pulling a face.] I don't like this stupid dress, though. [The camera gets stretched out, and her pretty pink princess dress comes into view. It looks like she's already torn it, possibly on purpose, and there is plenty of dirt from SOMEWHERE creeping all over the skirts. Arya does not stay clean well.]

What is this place?
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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
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