{open} run from the one who comes to find you

[thehobbsgirl]

Who: Abigail Hobbs & YOU
Where: Anywhere around the mansion
When: The duration of the event (May 17 - 19)
Rating: R for gory imagery, discussion of cannibalism, murder, and trauma (will update as needed)
Summary: Abigail experiences her first event in Wonderland, which leaves her craving acceptance, and forgiveness for her part in her father's murders. As the days go by, though, she begins to also desire violence, and the feeling of power it gives her.
The Story:

Abigail has learned the hard way what she can and can't bear. Looking at her life from a distance, she wouldn't think anyone would be capable of living with what's been done to her, with what she's done, with the compromises she's made in the name of her own survival. But experience has taught her that she can endure it. There are nightmares, there is anger and guilt roiling just beneath the surface of her mind, but she can ignore them.

It's all just this side of bearable - at least, until outside forces see fit to intervene. With the beginning of the event, this plague of Famine churns up the semblance of order she's created for her mind. Suddenly, acutely, she aches for things she knows she can't have (and probably doesn't deserve). Understanding. Forgiveness. A feeling of power and control over herself and her life.

She can't get the faces of those eight girls out of her head. Every time she blinks she sees Marissa's body, naked and dripping blood, displayed as if she were a thing. She can't stop thinking about Nick Boyle, how he'd looked when he stopped breathing, how his body had changed when she dug him up months later.

Since she'd arrived here, the best thing had been her anonymity - the fact that so few people here knew anything about her and what she'd been through. But she finds herself yearning for people who understand what it was like, who can give her some kind of consolation that she is not the monster she thinks she is.

As the days pass and she gets very little sleep, Abigail's emotions shift from self-loathing to rage, from longing to loathing. Instead of thinking about how Nick hadn't deserved to die, she starts to remember how good it felt to kill him. How this time, she hadn't let herself get hurt. She'd taken control of the situation and watched him bleed out, seen the long slit down his belly and known she was the one who put it there. Maybe, just maybe if she felt that again, she could get some sleep...

Comments

MAY 18TH

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey McDonald does not look well. Pale, shaking and red spots under his eyes he's sitting at a table with a number of objects in front of him. Raising a hand over one, a small urn - it shakes on the table but doesn't lift.

The effort leaves him pale and sweaty, but it might be worth a looksee.]

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Abigail doesn't mean to stare, at first; he looks like he feels like crap right now, and Abigail's not exactly at her best. She hates when people look at her, ask her if she's doing alright. So she means to just pass by, not to even greet him unless he spoke first. But then she sees the way he's holding the hand, and the way the urn moves, and her eyes go as round as coins. ]

You're doing that?

[ She's been told by various people to expect all sorts of supernatural things here, but this is her first real encounter with them. Could it be a trick? Maybe it's not telekinesis - maybe he's just an illusionist of some kind... ]

[evilhandissues]

[Not an illusionist. He's practicing. Playing even. Smiling at her he leans back in the chair and raises his hand, watching it move.]

It's getting easier. Why, are you impressed?

[thehobbsgirl]

How are you doing it? [ Abigail pointedly does not comment whether or not she is impressed. In actuality, she is; even if it's a trick, it's a pretty convincing one. Hopefully, she thinks, if she withholds any sort of praise or admiration, he'll be spurred to earn it by explaining just what he's doing. ]

[evilhandissues]

[The blood. The blood is the life. He swallows hard before raising his hand again] All this kind of stuff comes at a cost. You want power you get power..But you pay a price.

[His hand slumps] ...God I'm hungry. Are you hungry?

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Well that sure was a helpful answer. Or, you know, not at all. She'd been hoping for some sort of explanation involving magnets rather than ominous vague words that sound like dialogue ripped from a movie trailer ]

Not particularly, but apparently there's a lot of it going around. [ Hunger, that is. ]