Abigail Hobbs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
versusnurture) wrote2014-04-05 07:28 pm
versusnurture) wrote2014-04-05 07:28 pm
Entry tags:
- [ arthas ],
- [ barbara ],
- [ ben ],
- [ david ],
- [ de sade ],
- [ derek powers / blight ],
- [ dillon ],
- [ gard ],
- [ harvey dent / two-face ],
- [ jean ],
- [ ned ],
- [ red hood ],
- [ river ],
- [ scott ],
- [ slevin ],
- [ steph ],
- being dead sucks,
- ben is hers now,
- ben is trustworthy,
- collecting dads like they're pokemon,
- collecting gothamites like they're pokem,
- derek powers knows power,
- gathering data,
- girl disappearing,
- here are my scars,
- i have been very wicked,
- i have seen sights & been scared,
- i hope i shall be better,
- i will speak the truth,
- i'm worried about nightmares,
- the broken face,
- the trial of abigail hobbs
fourteen ♢ text & audio & spam
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[She wakes up screaming at what is, relatively speaking, three in the morning. It's a nightmare, the first really bad one since she died. She tries to remember what it was, what exactly, but it's all a blur; she remembers screaming in the dream, too; she remembers a lure; she remembers blood, lots of blood; she remembers a song. Ein Männlein steht im Walde . . . She remembers not being able to breathe. She remembers her mouth was full.]
[The first few nights, she calls people. She asks for help. After that, she wanders the halls, unable to get back to sleep, unwilling to lie in the dark any longer. Her hair is tied back, a scarf tucked around her shoulders, but her scar still stands out against the pale clamminess of her neck.]
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[Night one, she calls Ben. She is crying, her voice muffled (she is using the bear as a pillow, as something with which to dry her tears).]
I'm not hurt. [She has to clarify this first, so he doesn't fear for her, so he doesn't hurt for her. This is how she protects him.] But I need you. Please. If - it's not too late.
audio } blight
[It's instinct to contact him. Maybe it's bad instinct. But it's what she reaches for the second night, once she's calmed herself down enough that she's no longer hyperventilating. Once she feels mostly human again.]
[It's midnight. She sounds as chipper as if it was noon.]
What do you know about brain chemistry?
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who has nightmares
[She wakes up screaming at what is, relatively speaking, three in the morning. It's a nightmare, the first really bad one since she died. She tries to remember what it was, what exactly, but it's all a blur; she remembers screaming in the dream, too; she remembers a lure; she remembers blood, lots of blood; she remembers a song. Ein Männlein steht im Walde . . . She remembers not being able to breathe. She remembers her mouth was full.]
[The first few nights, she calls people. She asks for help. After that, she wanders the halls, unable to get back to sleep, unwilling to lie in the dark any longer. Her hair is tied back, a scarf tucked around her shoulders, but her scar still stands out against the pale clamminess of her neck.]
audio } ben
[Night one, she calls Ben. She is crying, her voice muffled (she is using the bear as a pillow, as something with which to dry her tears).]
I'm not hurt. [She has to clarify this first, so he doesn't fear for her, so he doesn't hurt for her. This is how she protects him.] But I need you. Please. If - it's not too late.
audio } blight
[It's instinct to contact him. Maybe it's bad instinct. But it's what she reaches for the second night, once she's calmed herself down enough that she's no longer hyperventilating. Once she feels mostly human again.]
[It's midnight. She sounds as chipper as if it was noon.]
What do you know about brain chemistry?
text, filtered away from hannibal } public, april 7
who has nightmares
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I don't know. I mean, if it happened for a reason, then it's gotta be an awful reason. That just feels, like, I dunno...an excuse. An empty one. And I don't really want to give Peter an excuse.
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[Or whatever. She really doesn't understand the terminology here.]
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Peter Hale. He's the one who bit me.
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But you didn't, I bet.
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No. I'm not a killer.
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[She would have.]
You're just better than they are.
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[He pauses and stops in the hallway so he can turn to face her.]
He was messing with my mind. I thought I was sleep walking at first, I didn't even know what was happening. he was calling me out at night, and hurting people, and trying to make me lose control and hurt them, too. I thought I did, for a little while.
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But you didn't. So you're better.
[Tossing her head, she snorts.]
Some people, if you mess with their mind, they lose their mind. But you didn't.
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Would you have?
[He wants her to say no. He thinks she'll say yes.]
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[She does not hesitate at all. Absolutely.]
I would have lost my mind. I would have lost myself. I would have killed someone, so I didn't have to die.
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It doesn't have to be death or death. You can fight, too.
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[She shrugs, her lip twisting sardonically.]
At least I assume I'm not. Given that the last time I tried, I killed someone, and the time before that, I died.
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Who did you kill?
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I gutted him. [She pantomimes the motion, not quite looking at Scott: down in the abdomen, then up to the chest.] It was easy.
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Why did you kill him?
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[Oh, it's so complicated. Reasons on reasons in reasons, knots and twists and turns, she doesn't understand. Her brow furrows.]
I was remembering. I was scared and I was remembering.
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What were you remembering?
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My daddy.
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Did you....did you kill him too?
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[She looks at Scott with big eyes, wide eyes, scared eyes.]
He tried to kill me. Why would I try to kill my father?
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[He takes a step back like he's staggering, like he just can't fathom the world she comes from. He can't.]
I don't - I don't know what to say.
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