Oh, Abigail. Everything's funny until you're the one getting screwed over. @MissCapnCrunch I've given you an opening here, hopefully you can jump back in! Abi's not going to move until GM replies though - just in case, y'know...she ends up joining Scotty.
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Yeah, Abigail was certain that she hadn’t seen that girl when she came in - but the end result was worth it, so she was willing to look over that minor inconvenience. She watched as Scotty came tearing out of the pantry, giving it as much as his middle-school drama classes had managed to muster up within him, with a look of mild curiosity. She slapped both hands over her mouth when Scotty was lifted into the air and there was a brief moment - the calm before the storm - before his body connected with the wall in an audible crunch. The kids were frozen in fear; all save for the little girl. Abigail was transfixed by the scene…
...Then she burst into loud, rippling peals of laughter.
She laughed so loud that she felt her ribs twinge in pain and doubled over, simply unable to contain herself. She gestured vaguely towards the little girl, who was wearing some pretty spectacular make-up and special effects compared to Scotty’s cheapy monster mask, and once she regained enough breath to speak she clapped her hands together and shook her head. “Well FUCKING done. Seriously, good show. Molly! Molly, geddafuck in here! Scotty just got his ass handed to him!” she hollered, shaking her head incredulously, a big grin plastered on her features. One of the kids shoved past her and made a beeline for the door. Abigail, on the flip side, knew that it was just a simple prank; that some kid put the wires on Scotty and rigged the whole thing up days in advance. It was the most well-thought out and spectacularly executed ‘fuck-you’ that Abigail had ever seen.
That’s why she approached the grimy little kid. “Hey bud, who set you up with this? You should be...like, an actor!” she said appreciatively, reaching out to give the unknown girl a hearty pat on the back.
...Then she burst into loud, rippling peals of laughter.
She laughed so loud that she felt her ribs twinge in pain and doubled over, simply unable to contain herself. She gestured vaguely towards the little girl, who was wearing some pretty spectacular make-up and special effects compared to Scotty’s cheapy monster mask, and once she regained enough breath to speak she clapped her hands together and shook her head. “Well FUCKING done. Seriously, good show. Molly! Molly, geddafuck in here! Scotty just got his ass handed to him!” she hollered, shaking her head incredulously, a big grin plastered on her features. One of the kids shoved past her and made a beeline for the door. Abigail, on the flip side, knew that it was just a simple prank; that some kid put the wires on Scotty and rigged the whole thing up days in advance. It was the most well-thought out and spectacularly executed ‘fuck-you’ that Abigail had ever seen.
That’s why she approached the grimy little kid. “Hey bud, who set you up with this? You should be...like, an actor!” she said appreciatively, reaching out to give the unknown girl a hearty pat on the back.
I didn't want to overstep my boundaries, but when you described her as pale...I kinda put two and two together. :> Too bad Abigail's about as observant as a pet rock.
Whoops, I had Abigail try and figure it out on her own. Doesn't matter, I'm sure @excal should be able to accommodate!
Abigail couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t much of a surprise; she was in unfamiliar surroundings and had a lot on her mind at the moment. Her evening was, in itself, fairly uneventful too; bunched shoulder-to-shoulder with rowdy hunters who were slowly getting shitfaced, Abigail awkwardly joined in conversation once or twice, gave a couple glances to Dysten and then vanished from the tavern entirely. Were it not for the aforementioned pale blonde maid who spotted her, Abigail could’ve crept back into her quarters in the Ballanger Household almost completely undetected. “Yeah, I get it; servants see everything, don’t they? I used to be a farmgirl.” Abigail smiled amicably at the other girl and seemed a little off-put by the way she seemed to avoid her gaze.
Abigail spent the night drawing fishpeople and a crude portrait of Anastasia from memory into her diary, writing down as much as she knew about both. She especially wrote down the name of the household, the name of her guard and the fact that her name ‘carried weight’ - whatever that could mean. The fishmonster was easier to write about since she had a hands-on experience with the beast and then spied on it for the better part of a day. A few hours after dawn, there came a knocking on her door.
It was the maid again. Abigail beamed over at her new friend who, in return, gave a quiet nod and went to clean up the ruckus that Abigail left when she bounced on and slept in the bed. “How come you don’t say much?” she asked the maid, and obviously received no reply. “Is it against your religion?” The maid pondered over this and nodded tentatively. Abigail slowly nodded in understanding. “Where do I go now? Do I go eat breakfast?” she asked uncertainly, and the maid ushered her up and down a series of corridors. As she crossed the courtyard, she spotted the barracks. “Is that where Anastasia is? Can I go see her?” She was met with a gentle shove and a furious head-shake.
Abigail eventually found herself in the dining quarters with a bowl of fruit, some bread and a tall glass of milk. She nibbled away but people weren’t too keen on sitting down to eat - there appeared to be some sort of commotion. This was not the family’s eating quarters, obviously, but it looked like the servants and some of the guardsmen were hurrying about on official business. Abigail leant over to her newest friend, who was silently chewing on some dried jerky and a bit of toast. “What’s happened?”
“Deaths in the city. Vampire marks on them,” whispered the maid conspiratorially. Abigail perked a brow and nodded thoughtfully. She drank some more milk, set the glass aside, and murmured:
“Is that why I couldn’t see Anastasia? She’s already out trying to fix this?”
“Mhm.”
“D’you think I can go help her?”
The maid squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, drumming her fingers on the table as her mind raced. “I could-...ask,” she ventured. Abigail peered at her friend with concern, a little frown gracing her features.
“You’re gonna get in trouble if you ask though, aren’t you?” Abigail guessed - judging by the way the maid averted her eyes, she assumed this to be the case. It wasn’t too surprising to find serving staff who get reprimanded for being a bother to their masters. Since Abigail couldn’t see anything untoward in Anastasia’s behaviour besides an apparent lack of personal space boundaries and a distinct concern in the dental hygiene of strangers, she couldn’t figure out why this pale young girl seemed so scared of seeing the huntress.
Nevertheless, the maid was persuaded by Abigail to go and seek out Anastasia. Unsurprisingly, she found the huntress in the dining room with Villiame and hovered somewhat near the doorway, doing her best to avoid being in the way. “M-madam,” she stammered, “the girl from your latest hunt would like to help you. She is in the dining quarters…” she trailed off, intensely aware of the stares upon her. Her eyes became locked to the floorboards.
Abigail spent the night drawing fishpeople and a crude portrait of Anastasia from memory into her diary, writing down as much as she knew about both. She especially wrote down the name of the household, the name of her guard and the fact that her name ‘carried weight’ - whatever that could mean. The fishmonster was easier to write about since she had a hands-on experience with the beast and then spied on it for the better part of a day. A few hours after dawn, there came a knocking on her door.
It was the maid again. Abigail beamed over at her new friend who, in return, gave a quiet nod and went to clean up the ruckus that Abigail left when she bounced on and slept in the bed. “How come you don’t say much?” she asked the maid, and obviously received no reply. “Is it against your religion?” The maid pondered over this and nodded tentatively. Abigail slowly nodded in understanding. “Where do I go now? Do I go eat breakfast?” she asked uncertainly, and the maid ushered her up and down a series of corridors. As she crossed the courtyard, she spotted the barracks. “Is that where Anastasia is? Can I go see her?” She was met with a gentle shove and a furious head-shake.
Abigail eventually found herself in the dining quarters with a bowl of fruit, some bread and a tall glass of milk. She nibbled away but people weren’t too keen on sitting down to eat - there appeared to be some sort of commotion. This was not the family’s eating quarters, obviously, but it looked like the servants and some of the guardsmen were hurrying about on official business. Abigail leant over to her newest friend, who was silently chewing on some dried jerky and a bit of toast. “What’s happened?”
“Deaths in the city. Vampire marks on them,” whispered the maid conspiratorially. Abigail perked a brow and nodded thoughtfully. She drank some more milk, set the glass aside, and murmured:
“Is that why I couldn’t see Anastasia? She’s already out trying to fix this?”
“Mhm.”
“D’you think I can go help her?”
The maid squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, drumming her fingers on the table as her mind raced. “I could-...ask,” she ventured. Abigail peered at her friend with concern, a little frown gracing her features.
“You’re gonna get in trouble if you ask though, aren’t you?” Abigail guessed - judging by the way the maid averted her eyes, she assumed this to be the case. It wasn’t too surprising to find serving staff who get reprimanded for being a bother to their masters. Since Abigail couldn’t see anything untoward in Anastasia’s behaviour besides an apparent lack of personal space boundaries and a distinct concern in the dental hygiene of strangers, she couldn’t figure out why this pale young girl seemed so scared of seeing the huntress.
Nevertheless, the maid was persuaded by Abigail to go and seek out Anastasia. Unsurprisingly, she found the huntress in the dining room with Villiame and hovered somewhat near the doorway, doing her best to avoid being in the way. “M-madam,” she stammered, “the girl from your latest hunt would like to help you. She is in the dining quarters…” she trailed off, intensely aware of the stares upon her. Her eyes became locked to the floorboards.
Thought I'd shove in a little post to keep things moving until @Default replies. Then after his post I'll bring in Molly, just put Abigail right outside the door so she's ready to bring her buddy in!
Abigail was internally playing ‘Eenie Meenie Miney Mo’ as she tried, in vain, to figure out whether or not it was worth squatting in a mouldering old mansion for the best part of her evening watching kids get scared by slightly older kids. Her legs hurt. Her elbows itched. It was starting to cool off in the dark so her skin felt clammy with sweat. She was half-wondering where Lilith had wandered off to; she was a solitary type, but could hold a silent conversation for hours on end...a skill that Abigail unfortunately lacked, but would have been very useful to practice up here. She had to crane her neck a little to watch the two boys shuffle awkwardly down the hall and huffed a dull sigh at the sight of it.
Then there was a tightening in her abdomen and a very unpleasant feeling rose up from her chest, one that really did make the hairs on the back of Abi’s neck stand on end. When you grow up in the conditions that she did, you harboured a sort of...unshakable instinct. It was like riding a bike; difficult to forget, impossible to explain. The scary part was that these thoughts didn’t tend to show up in Brimstone. They belonged to a previous chapter in her life and she was not okay with feeling the way she did in a place that she knew was incapable of matching up to her childhood.
It told her something was watching her. Abigail glanced over her shoulder briefly and saw nothing. She looked down the corridor and found nothing else of interest, save for a few spotty teens in last year’s Halloween costumes. There was no reason to feel so tense, but her gut never lied. Deciding that she had quite enough cheap thrills and barely containing the urge to get the hell out, she padded down the corridor and skirted the stairs towards the front door-...only to freeze in place, staring at the backs of James and Max incredulously. They were right in front of the pantry door...
Then there was a tightening in her abdomen and a very unpleasant feeling rose up from her chest, one that really did make the hairs on the back of Abi’s neck stand on end. When you grow up in the conditions that she did, you harboured a sort of...unshakable instinct. It was like riding a bike; difficult to forget, impossible to explain. The scary part was that these thoughts didn’t tend to show up in Brimstone. They belonged to a previous chapter in her life and she was not okay with feeling the way she did in a place that she knew was incapable of matching up to her childhood.
It told her something was watching her. Abigail glanced over her shoulder briefly and saw nothing. She looked down the corridor and found nothing else of interest, save for a few spotty teens in last year’s Halloween costumes. There was no reason to feel so tense, but her gut never lied. Deciding that she had quite enough cheap thrills and barely containing the urge to get the hell out, she padded down the corridor and skirted the stairs towards the front door-...only to freeze in place, staring at the backs of James and Max incredulously. They were right in front of the pantry door...
"How come you're blessed in particular?" Abigail inquired. "Is there some sort of un-blessed guard? What did they do to deserve that?" She peered down at the bloodied gauntlet held out towards her, tentatively pinched one of the fingers and wiggled it a bit before quickly wiping her hands on her tunic. In fact, taking in Abigail's appearance...she looked altogether grimy and unwashed herself, even though there was a distinct lack of blood and fish guys on her person.
Abigail giggled when Anastasia mentioned her mentor, but whilst laughing she shot the huntress a dark look and firmly said "he's not my master. And uh, I'm...not sure I'm allowed to go along with strangers. Then again, I'm hungry. You're not gonna bless me if I go in, right?" She looked nervous again. "Goes against my religion. Beliefs. Or, no, wait - is it only the guard that's blessed? Is that some sort of requirement?"
Abigail kept going like this all the way to the compound. Upon entering, her topic of conversation switched to pointing out all the things she thought were pretty and going on about how she had never been somewhere so fancy before. She gave a cheery thanks once Anastasia dropped her off in the quarters and, upon spying a quill, immediately set to work on her diary.
hi again! I met a huntress called anesthesia Anastasia. She stuck her fingers in my mouth then brought me to her room, and I get to sleep and wash up and hopefully eat here if I'm lucky. In a few hours we're going to the... screaming siren? I think? For some sort of meeting.
I miss you. I'm being very brave until you come find me.
Abigail set the quill down shakily. She took a deep breath, then stripped off and started jumping on the bed gleefully to cheer herself up.
Abigail giggled when Anastasia mentioned her mentor, but whilst laughing she shot the huntress a dark look and firmly said "he's not my master. And uh, I'm...not sure I'm allowed to go along with strangers. Then again, I'm hungry. You're not gonna bless me if I go in, right?" She looked nervous again. "Goes against my religion. Beliefs. Or, no, wait - is it only the guard that's blessed? Is that some sort of requirement?"
Abigail kept going like this all the way to the compound. Upon entering, her topic of conversation switched to pointing out all the things she thought were pretty and going on about how she had never been somewhere so fancy before. She gave a cheery thanks once Anastasia dropped her off in the quarters and, upon spying a quill, immediately set to work on her diary.
hi again! I met a huntress called anesthesia Anastasia. She stuck her fingers in my mouth then brought me to her room, and I get to sleep and wash up and hopefully eat here if I'm lucky. In a few hours we're going to the... screaming siren? I think? For some sort of meeting.
I miss you. I'm being very brave until you come find me.
Abigail set the quill down shakily. She took a deep breath, then stripped off and started jumping on the bed gleefully to cheer herself up.
DW man, you gave me more than enough to work with and I fucking love the sheriff too!
I'll try and write something tomorrow, if that's okay!
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