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[versusnurture]

spam } barge, day 1

[Abigail is different. Noticeably so - but not, precisely, abnormally.]

[She does not realize this. She isn't trying to fit in. She is too sharp, too vicious, too angry to make any kind of effort at concealment. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, she doesn't look out of place.]

[She looks like a girl who has snapped. She looks like a girl who is graduating.]

[Fury simmers in her eyes; she keeps her eyes forward until someone speaks to her, and then she snaps and snarls like a trapped dog. For the most part, she stays with Ben or in public areas, where people mill around, where she can get decently lost in the crowd - but back her into a corner when she's alone and she's likely to lash out with any weapons she has to hand.]

spam } port, remainder

[The planet is arid. Abigail has been set free. Curiously, this doesn't make her feel any better. She doesn't feel free - she feels like she's been released into a trap.]

[The smart thing to do would be to ally herself with the people in the city, and for a while she tries. She can be found among them for the first day on the ground, but she's still too anxious to stay for long, so she ventures out into the fringes, where she can count the number of people around her.]

spam } port, for ceres

[She's been here for two days. Nothing's changed. She isn't suspected as an outsider by the people down here, but then again this is an interminable place; she can't escape here because there's nowhere to escape to, and she's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ben can't be far away, no matter what he said, not this version of him. He believes too strongly.]

[When she ventures into the center of the city again, for lack of anything more concrete to do, it isn't long before she runs across someone she knows. Her fear response is immediate and noticeable, her pupils dilating, breath quickening, muscles tensing. Anger follows quickly, paranoia right on its heels.]

Did he send you?

spam } port, for ben

[It's worse this time than when Hannibal killed her. It was a gentle death, this time, but in its own way terrible. It was not intimate. And now . . .]

[Now everything hurts. Despite herself, despite what she knows and where she is, she cries out for Ben. Quickly enough she stifles her cries, but hidden in an alley in the center of the city, she can't imagine she'll avoid his attention for long.]

[Not that it matters. She hurts too much to move.]


( ooc; abigail is unaffected for the desperate to deliver plot! her mirror barge backstory is here. )

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[warisart]

[He'd honestly thought she would fare better, here; she'd been so unhappy for so long. She would never have his faith, never find fulfillment in service as he does, never feel safe in a world she completely failed to understand. Ben loves Abigail, but in full knowledge that she was only wilting and dying in the Barge environment, he reluctantly admitted that maybe this is for a purpose. The Admiral is merciful. Perhaps he wanted those that would never flourish in his service to be given a new chance here.

So Ben took Abigail down to the planet, he escorted her to where she should be safe amongst others that shared more with her than he'd ever seen aboard the Barge, and he left to fulfill his own duties.

Then the prayer medallion around his neck goes cold, and now he's pissed. Pausing only to send off a request for her resurrection to the Admiral, Ben blurs across the distance - he doesn't need to be physically close to not be far away - until he's appearing in the mouth of the alley.]

Abigail?

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott's been coming too and from the planet since they arrived. He's gone alone, unseen, unfollowed. Some secrecy right now is important while he turns his pack. He doesn't care if their' really human, or just look like it: in a few days, they'll be dead anyway.

He's heading back to the ship when he runs into Abigail. Claws and fangs are a staple with him as at the mutton chops: he smiles when he sees her.]

Hey, Abigail.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres' expression is blank as ever. She wasn't expecting to find a familiar face here, but she's not overly surprised either. Abigail just looks so pathetic now, it makes her heart ache. ]

No one sent me.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Towards the top of Elena's list of concerns is Abigail. After everything has seemingly gone quiet, she goes looking for Abigail. She remembers when she came to, the few she dared reach out to said she hadn't been acting herself (she apparently didn't even look like herself) and that she'd been less than human. Elena's tried not to think of the implications of that at all since then, but with this sudden disturbance, she's finding herself wishing that she was at least more than human right now.]

[Elena seeks her out and eventually finds her on the deck. She wastes no time in coming to her and wrapping her arms around her tightly.]

Abigail, are you okay?

[praesidium]

[Abigail Hobbs with a dark look in her eyes. Now there's something interesting.]

[Alana approaches her with a curious and concerned look, much like you would a wounded animal. She's not particularly concerned about Abigail lashing out at her specifically, however. It might be slightly more interesting if she did, of course, but only because it would not be expected. But Alana is interested in seeing how Abigail is going to manage in the coming days - regardless of whether or not she's from this fabled other Barge or not.]

[Things are clearly going extremely wrong for everyone on-board and Abigail will be no exception.]

Abigail? What are you doing out here?

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[walkingmeltdown]

[She's always been someone else's problem, to him - never standing out or special enough for him to torment personally, just another cowed face in the crowd that might get burned if they stand in the wrong place when he gets mad or act like they're getting out of line. He knows she's an inmate, and one without special powers. One that doesn't belong to any of his usual allies. That's all he cares about.

With the barge malfunctioning he's been stomping around, ignoring the darkness around him since he brings his own eerie light source wherever he goes, blasting holes in the wall for his minor amusement and burning anyone who is foolish enough to not move out of blast radius.

He might in fact have just finished "dealing" with another inmate when he noticed her standing there. Glaring at him.]

You. Girl. What do you think you're looking at?

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[secretasshole]

[David follows her for a while. He has no agenda, no plans, isn't entirely certain if he'll stay permanently or wander off on his own, isn't even entirely certain if this is the same girl he's come to care for in his time on board the ship.

But it's better to be here out in the open than hiding below decks. This is the first time he's been free in a very long time.]

We should find water.

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[myironeyes]

[He rustles by, a shadow, says nothing. He leaves a knife on the empty chair beside hers, a good one, well balanced, sturdy, keen. Metal is easy for him to acquire and redistribute. Perhaps she is graduating. But perhaps not. Marsh spent too much of his own life on violent defiance not to give her the means when he can.]