The usual soft landing had been neither soft nor pleasant. In the present case, it was simply hard and all the limbs ached as a result. Gasping, Gillian propped herself off the ground with her right hand, looked around blinking, and drew her eyebrows together. Something was wrong here. Definitely wrong.
"My skull," Hunter grumbled next to Gillian, who was also looking around in wonderment, unable to make sense of their current situation, "Um..... this is New York, right? Then why does it look a weird here? Is festival time?"
"That's exactly why all the buildings aren't built yet," Gill shakily pulled herself up the wall of the side alley they were both instantly in and climbed over the golden chain of the time reverser, "Either we're dreaming or we've landed a hundred years in the past."
"How did you just get to a hundred years?" groaning as all the limbs cracked with each movement, Hunter followed Gillian to the end of the alley, unwound the chain and tucked the time reverser into the inside pocket of his jacket, "Looks like Gatsby's."
"This should be where Wall Street is, or am I mistaken? But nothing and..... no Empire State Building to be seen. "With his left hand on his upper right arm, on which a huge stain was forming, Gill leaned his shoulder blade against the wall and nodded to the side, "Look."
Not twenty yards from Gillian and Hunter, there was an exceedingly large commotion. A crowd of more than thirty stood in front of a stone staircase leading up to the New York Bank, listening to some woman's words. Without making much of a fuss, Hunter and Gill walked over to the group and on their way, took a closer look at the area. Some of the people they both passed had stopped, just start at them both and looked after the two. So much for the topic, do not attract attention. Which in retrospect had been pure bullshit. Of course they would both attract attention. Short black dress, black biker jacket and matching overknee boots. The classic trademark of women at the time. Hunter's wasn't much different. Black leather jacket, shirt, dark jeans and a pair of black Nike's. Just because Nike had long been established and was widely used. Just not.
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✔ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Stuck in the Past [Grindelwald]✔
FanfictionA broken time reverser and chaos seemed perfect. The reign of the Dark Lord began anew and Lord Voldemort's task should be more than simple, but if there's one thing you shouldn't play with, it's time. Suspended in the years of Gellert Grindelwald.