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
spam } open
[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
[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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[It can just make her incredibly frustrated, but she already is that.]
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If you need any help with it - or if you just want to talk - I'm available.
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I'm sorry for being [what? what is she? prickly? mean? cruel?] rude.
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I'm Barbara, by the way.
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I don't really want to be Miss Sunshine, either, but I guess it's better than it could be.
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What do you enjoy, Abigail?
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Reading. Being outside. Really outside, not in the CES. That doesn't count.
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...Can't help with outside, at least not until we dock again.
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Okay - is there any type of book you haven't read? Maybe we can expand your horizons.
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