runaway-girl-imogen:

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around… then again you don’t look like your from around here.” Imogen told the woman looking her up and down, she was used to the drugged out teenagers she saw everyday on the boardwalk. Never did she ever see a woman in a polished outfit unless she left town, which she never did. One thing Imogen hated was coming off as a rude young woman, but when someone was new to this town, and Imogen didn’t know them, she went into a protective mode. There was no way she was going to let a hunter walk into her town right under her nose.

Regina strolled along the boardwalk, hands in the pockets of her tweed blazer as she took in the fresh air. She was just getting used to being outside of Storybrooke in this world and she didn’t quite know what to do. She was so out her element. However, she kept her head held high and continued to strut with grace in her stiletto pumps until she heard a voice confront her. “Oh. Excuse me, dear. You are quite right. I am not from around here. In fact I am very far from home. Do you mind tell me where I am?” she almost cooed, plastering a sickeningly polite grin to her face as she took a step toward the girl.