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maskormenacelogs2014-11-01 03:33 am
lurings) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-11-01 03:33 am
{ 𝕒 } fight or flight
WHO: abigail & jayden; abigail & derek; abigail & will; abigail & freddie; abigail & hime;
WHERE: various;
WHEN: various;
WHAT: flotilla of apologies & sleepovers & secrets. a whole bunch of things in one neat little package. actual real life being a teenage girl time. catch-all for closed things throughout the month because i'm a weirdo.
WARNINGS: underage drinking? abigail's entire traumatic life, probably. mentions of abigail's entire traumatic life. TEENAGE GIRLS.
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{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴊᴀʏᴅᴇɴ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 1sᴛ; ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ-ɪsʜ }
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ; ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴡɪʟʟ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ; ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ }
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ғʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 16ᴛʜ; ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ʜɪᴍᴇ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 18ᴛʜ; ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
WHERE: various;
WHEN: various;
WHAT: flotilla of apologies & sleepovers & secrets. a whole bunch of things in one neat little package. actual real life being a teenage girl time. catch-all for closed things throughout the month because i'm a weirdo.
WARNINGS: underage drinking? abigail's entire traumatic life, probably. mentions of abigail's entire traumatic life. TEENAGE GIRLS.
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{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴊᴀʏᴅᴇɴ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 1sᴛ; ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ-ɪsʜ }
[ when jayden arrives, abigail is already waiting on the front steps, fluffy cat at her ankles sniffing the grass but seemingly too delicate to actually touch it. boys showing up at her house in the middle of the night is not a new thing, she's learned to bypass knocking and potentially waking up her roommates.
bundled in a thick sweater over her tank top and leggings, she is surprisingly sans scarf, but the sweater covers most of her scar and her neat side braid covers the rest. it also covers the conspicuous lack of ear. there's a reason it had been a surprise to jayden. she hides it very well.
she fidgets a little, shifting back and forth, but her arms are crossed so her usual nervous habit of tangling her fingers together isn't there to give her nerves away. ]
Hi.
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ; ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
[ abigail really needs to learn self-defense. not just because she has a tendency to get kidnapped and held hostage and, you know, murdered, but because her mode of self-defense is... also murder. not because she is a monster or enjoys it, but because she is excessively pragmatic and murder is guaranteed to work. murder has not failed her yet.
but if jayden hadn't let go when she said he was hurting her, she would have hurt him and that's scary. so learning self-defense is really for the best, for everyone.
derek is a good teacher and abigail truly wants to learn so she turns out to be a diligent and attentive student. and surprisingly tough for someone who is so small and unassuming. what, you think she gutted a grown man without having some muscle to put behind it. even still, derek could easily kick her ass so by the time he calls for a break, she's breathing heavy and has to push strands of hair escaping from her braid off her damp cheeks. ]
It's too hot for this.
[ huffing out a breath, she grabs a bottle of water off the back steps and sits down in the grass, fanning her bare throat. #midwesterner. she is delicate and does not like the heat. ]
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ᴡɪʟʟ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 10ᴛʜ; ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ }
[ hannibal is gone. abigail realized this when he didn't make a peep during her "hostage" situation. she has the self worth of a rotting, maggot riddled potato, but she knows he would have been there in a heartbeat.
to protect his investment, of course.
she's not sure how she feels about it, but she doesn't know how she feels about a lot of things. her life is a constant learning curve.
but she knows she cares about will and since hannibal isn't here, will deserves to know what he doesn't know. will deserves raspberries. not actual raspberries, unfortunately, abigail doesn't have any of those. she has a box of wheat thins in her lap as she sits cross-legged on her bed reading flannery o'connor for the fortieth time.
she doesn't bother to let will in because a. it's will, b. it's not the middle of the night, and c. she's not sneaking him in under chilton's nose. chilton knows will, there is not reason to secret him in the way she did with stiles.
her scarf, for the record, is still off limits and is currently wound around the post at the head of her bed, half stuck under her pillow. ]
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ғʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 16ᴛʜ; ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
[ abigail is wearing her scarf again as she sits sipping her rose lemonade from some hippie coffee shop that only serves fair trade organic everything, but it's looped loosely enough that part of her scar is showing. baby steps.
she's fiddling with the straw nervously as she waits because how boy? how... telling someone you weren't actually dead and the funeral she went to was for a girl who was still alive and just recovering from having her eat cut off?
there is not manual for revealing her horrible life, okay, and right now she isn't feeling very #blessed. in any facet of her life -- except that she has freddie and will. she feels good about that. probably why she's so nervous. because freddie thought she was dead... and abigail let her keep thinking that. for months.
oops? ]
{ ᴀʙɪɢᴀɪʟ & ʜɪᴍᴇ; ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 18ᴛʜ; ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ }
[ AHH GIRL THINGS WHAT.
so hime is taking abigail shopping. "taking" in the sense that they're meeting each other at the mall after school/stealing a shift at the bait shop for monies. but since abigail hasn't gone shopping since before her mom was murdered right in front of her...
hime will definitely need to take the reins on this one.
anypoodle, abigail is waiting by the fountain near the front of the mall type shopping area AS SHE WILL DIRECT HIME because fountains are good landmarks and so she can chuck a penny in for good luck. she's gonna need it, son. ]
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Did you go to college?
[ that's something else. ]
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No. [ since there's not really a point in beating around the bush. ] Why?
[ assuming it's just idle curiosity rather than part of some bigger picture. ]
no subject
[ she shrugs, impassive. ]
I didn't go back home because my dad murdered girls at all the schools I applied to and he didn't want me to leave home. That's not likely to happen here, but I didn't come through the Porter with all my school records and recommendations.
[ feelings? hard. talking about her dad's murder business? hella easy. ]
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It's worth the effort. [ is what he says finally, and hypocritically, considering derek hasn't even looked at colleges himself in spite of his own quiet desires. ] There's probably something in place for ImPorts. Are you registered?
[ and derek still can't stop saying "registered" like it's a dirty word. ]
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[ to both, the word weighted down with finality. he's not registered and he can't just--
he can't. it seems like cheating, to slide into another world and what? try to pick up all the things that had burned to ash? what he does here is protect stiles and lydia and a select few others. that's it. anything else is too much, and derek can't. he just can't. ]
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no subject
[ conveniently avoiding the rest of the question, tbh. ]
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Then don't register. But why not go to college?
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[ defensive, derek's posture hunching, stiffening. she's looking at him, and derek looks away from her, jaw tight. ]
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Okay.
[ she's careful to note how much she can get out of him before he closes off. it's little. ]
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Do you want to try again?
[ because how do subject change?? ]
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[ unfolding gracefully, she stands up with a little huff of a sigh, wiping grass off on her shorts. maybe he has the right idea. violence, even controlled and framed in education, is easier than words. even for abigail.
round two. ding ding ding. ]
you wanna leave this here beeb?
perf :)