Abigail Hobbs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
versusnurture) wrote2014-08-02 09:24 pm
versusnurture) wrote2014-08-02 09:24 pm
nineteen ♢ video
[When the feed comes on, the first thing there is is a wall and half of a desk. Those people on board who've been inside will know it as Abigail's room. There's a small blood smear on the edge of the desk, another dark spot on the corner of the lens.]
[She doesn't turn it towards herself, but the camera does move towards the desk, is set down at the edge of it. Two hands appear in the frame, blood-caked, palm-up. There's blood under her nails, too, drier blood that's oxidized to a deep, almost black color.]
[She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a strangled noise, and she knocks the camera off the desk. The briefest flash of dark hair and a pale face; then it hits the floor and shuts off.]
[She doesn't turn it towards herself, but the camera does move towards the desk, is set down at the edge of it. Two hands appear in the frame, blood-caked, palm-up. There's blood under her nails, too, drier blood that's oxidized to a deep, almost black color.]
[She doesn't say anything. But after a moment, there's a strangled noise, and she knocks the camera off the desk. The briefest flash of dark hair and a pale face; then it hits the floor and shuts off.]
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[She casts her eyes down and away. She doesn't want or need anything. There's nothing that can be given to her to make her better, no panacea. There's only time. In a distant way she knows that; on another level she wants to give him something to do. Something so that he'll feel active.]
[All she can do is not start crying again.]
I just . . . need to sleep.
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It's not, however, her fault. This is his job. Ben drops his chin ever so slightly in a small nod.]
Then I will make certain you are not disturbed.
I... am glad to see you again, Abigail.