Abigail Hobbs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
versusnurture) wrote2014-10-03 01:02 pm
versusnurture) wrote2014-10-03 01:02 pm
twenty-one ♤ spam & voice
spam } risen
[Her decision to kill someone happens after a significant period of reasoning. Weighing pros and cons. It takes her a few days. Honestly she would have liked to get started right out of the gate, but there was so much chaos it hardly seemed worth it. You can't enjoy setting a good stage if someone keeps barreling through and knocking over the set.]
[What really stings, what tips the scales, is that Will isn't here. There's evidence that he was; she's looked back on the comms and gotten a shock at herself - some version of herself - talking to him in a very wrong way. She should have taken the chance to kill him while she could, but somehow she didn't.]
[It makes her angry. So she subduction the anger under action and watches for her prey. For her moment.]
[There is a knife in her cabin. She's surprised by this; the girl she was appears to have been completely unstable. Someone trusted her, though, enough to give her a deadly weapon. Oh, well. Abigail's gain.]
[She slips it up her sleeve and slips to the library - the better, brighter, safer library - to wait. Walks up and down its aisles as though she's looking for some title in particular. Setting traps by the way she moves and breathes and smiles, aimlessly, sadly at nothing at all.]
spam } arkin
[She poses the body on the nearest table, in the fetal position. The most difficult part is lifting him - he's heavy, but not as heavy as a deer, so really it only takes a minute. She isn't afraid of being caught, that's not why she's hurrying. It's just she wants to be caught by the right person.]
[She's figured out who Arkin thinks she is, and it grates. They ought to see her for who and what she is now, not someone who tried to be powerful and failed.]
[It's a minute, maybe two, between Risen's last breath and the message she sends to Arkin: I need help. Library. Hurry. When he arrives, she'll be sitting at the table reading a thick volume on ivy gardening, which is balanced on Risen's cooling foot.]
spam } zero
[She doesn't expect visitors. She expects to be left alone for as long as Arkin decides to keep her down her. For the first day or so she honestly barely moves, just watching the others down here and trying to pick up from hints and whispers and, of course, the communicator what wicked things they might have done.]
[If someone does come to see her, she welcomes them over with a smile, neither shy nor ashamed - mostly just curious, eager for entertainment. She wants to know what's happening.]
voice } friday night
What are your favorite lullabies? I'm collecting them.
[In the background, the sound of crying. She doesn't sound affected by it, one way or another.]
[Her decision to kill someone happens after a significant period of reasoning. Weighing pros and cons. It takes her a few days. Honestly she would have liked to get started right out of the gate, but there was so much chaos it hardly seemed worth it. You can't enjoy setting a good stage if someone keeps barreling through and knocking over the set.]
[What really stings, what tips the scales, is that Will isn't here. There's evidence that he was; she's looked back on the comms and gotten a shock at herself - some version of herself - talking to him in a very wrong way. She should have taken the chance to kill him while she could, but somehow she didn't.]
[It makes her angry. So she subduction the anger under action and watches for her prey. For her moment.]
[There is a knife in her cabin. She's surprised by this; the girl she was appears to have been completely unstable. Someone trusted her, though, enough to give her a deadly weapon. Oh, well. Abigail's gain.]
[She slips it up her sleeve and slips to the library - the better, brighter, safer library - to wait. Walks up and down its aisles as though she's looking for some title in particular. Setting traps by the way she moves and breathes and smiles, aimlessly, sadly at nothing at all.]
spam } arkin
[She poses the body on the nearest table, in the fetal position. The most difficult part is lifting him - he's heavy, but not as heavy as a deer, so really it only takes a minute. She isn't afraid of being caught, that's not why she's hurrying. It's just she wants to be caught by the right person.]
[She's figured out who Arkin thinks she is, and it grates. They ought to see her for who and what she is now, not someone who tried to be powerful and failed.]
[It's a minute, maybe two, between Risen's last breath and the message she sends to Arkin: I need help. Library. Hurry. When he arrives, she'll be sitting at the table reading a thick volume on ivy gardening, which is balanced on Risen's cooling foot.]
spam } zero
[She doesn't expect visitors. She expects to be left alone for as long as Arkin decides to keep her down her. For the first day or so she honestly barely moves, just watching the others down here and trying to pick up from hints and whispers and, of course, the communicator what wicked things they might have done.]
[If someone does come to see her, she welcomes them over with a smile, neither shy nor ashamed - mostly just curious, eager for entertainment. She wants to know what's happening.]
voice } friday night
What are your favorite lullabies? I'm collecting them.
[In the background, the sound of crying. She doesn't sound affected by it, one way or another.]