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WHO: Abigail and OPEN
WHAT: Having learned she won't be thrown in jail again, Abigail heads back to Thorne
WHEN: October
WHERE: Nott, Thorne, the Horizon
WARNINGS: None inherent, will edit as needed
I. Nott - Open
It had taken Abigail a while to get used to the little nooks and alleys that made up the slums of Nott. Now, though, she knows the shortest routes between her lodgings and the inns and taverns where she spends most of her time trying to win at cards to scrape up the coins for food, as well as the more obscure routes that she takes on the occasions when one of her marks has gotten angry and tried to take their money back by force if necessary. She's always on the move, paranoid about staying in one place too long, though she can generally be spotted all over the city - at the many inns trying to earn her keep, on the roof of a building hurriedly eating the food she's managed to swipe from a passing cart, at the docks swinging her feet over the harbour wall and watching the boats coming and going. Whenever she sees someone who looks familiar from Thorne she instinctively looks nervous, even when its those who've shown her kindness in the past, though she'll ultimately offer them a polite smile and ask how they're getting on.
II. Nott - Closed to Kylo Ren
The more she thinks about it, the less sure she is about her choice. At first Abigail had thought anything would be better than trying to eke out a meagre living in Nott, but even though Kylo had assured her that she wouldn't be imprisoned if she were to return to Thorne, there's still something that doesn't sit right with her about willingly going back to the people who'd kidnapped her in the first place.
She arrives at the meeting place they'd agreed with nothing more to show for her month in Nott than the clothes on her back and a few coins in a pouch tied to her skirt, hands clasped together tightly with her nails digging into her palms as she waits for his arrival, hoping she wasn't putting herself into an even worse situation but trusting that he really did think this was the best option for all of the summoned.
III. Thorne - Open
Once she's settled in, Abigail heads straight for the dining hall. She'd been perpetually hungry since she'd left for Nott, having to reluctantly admit that for all the prison food was basic, at least it had filled her up. Now she takes advantage of what the castle provides, piling up delicacies on her plate and taking her time to enjoy them. After she's finished she pokes her head around the door to the library, her expression surprised and rather delighted at the amount of books it holds.
IV - Horizon - Open
Abigail's domain is a forest, though the trees, plants and animals don't seem to belong to one location in particular. Snow-capped pine trees give way to ancient oaks, and racoons and red squirrels mix in the treetops. The river that cuts its way through the forest floor is clear as glass, though if you tried to follow its path you'd end up completely lost, or perhaps right back where you started.
Here and there are signs of a road, a railway track, an office building, even a dilapidated funfair, all of which are rusted and moss-covered, long since reclaimed by the forest. In stark contrast is Abigail's cabin, which is pristine, emitting a homely feel as you approach with soft lamplight and the smell of roasting meat.
Abigail can be found all over the place - lazing in the cabin, riding the rusty ferris wheel which somehow still works, hiking or hunting in the forest, skating on a frozen patch of the river. And sometimes when you're alone, you may feel something watching you, see a dark shadow moving through the trees.
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WHAT: Having learned she won't be thrown in jail again, Abigail heads back to Thorne
WHEN: October
WHERE: Nott, Thorne, the Horizon
WARNINGS: None inherent, will edit as needed
I. Nott - Open
It had taken Abigail a while to get used to the little nooks and alleys that made up the slums of Nott. Now, though, she knows the shortest routes between her lodgings and the inns and taverns where she spends most of her time trying to win at cards to scrape up the coins for food, as well as the more obscure routes that she takes on the occasions when one of her marks has gotten angry and tried to take their money back by force if necessary. She's always on the move, paranoid about staying in one place too long, though she can generally be spotted all over the city - at the many inns trying to earn her keep, on the roof of a building hurriedly eating the food she's managed to swipe from a passing cart, at the docks swinging her feet over the harbour wall and watching the boats coming and going. Whenever she sees someone who looks familiar from Thorne she instinctively looks nervous, even when its those who've shown her kindness in the past, though she'll ultimately offer them a polite smile and ask how they're getting on.
II. Nott - Closed to Kylo Ren
The more she thinks about it, the less sure she is about her choice. At first Abigail had thought anything would be better than trying to eke out a meagre living in Nott, but even though Kylo had assured her that she wouldn't be imprisoned if she were to return to Thorne, there's still something that doesn't sit right with her about willingly going back to the people who'd kidnapped her in the first place.
She arrives at the meeting place they'd agreed with nothing more to show for her month in Nott than the clothes on her back and a few coins in a pouch tied to her skirt, hands clasped together tightly with her nails digging into her palms as she waits for his arrival, hoping she wasn't putting herself into an even worse situation but trusting that he really did think this was the best option for all of the summoned.
III. Thorne - Open
Once she's settled in, Abigail heads straight for the dining hall. She'd been perpetually hungry since she'd left for Nott, having to reluctantly admit that for all the prison food was basic, at least it had filled her up. Now she takes advantage of what the castle provides, piling up delicacies on her plate and taking her time to enjoy them. After she's finished she pokes her head around the door to the library, her expression surprised and rather delighted at the amount of books it holds.
IV - Horizon - Open
Abigail's domain is a forest, though the trees, plants and animals don't seem to belong to one location in particular. Snow-capped pine trees give way to ancient oaks, and racoons and red squirrels mix in the treetops. The river that cuts its way through the forest floor is clear as glass, though if you tried to follow its path you'd end up completely lost, or perhaps right back where you started.
Here and there are signs of a road, a railway track, an office building, even a dilapidated funfair, all of which are rusted and moss-covered, long since reclaimed by the forest. In stark contrast is Abigail's cabin, which is pristine, emitting a homely feel as you approach with soft lamplight and the smell of roasting meat.
Abigail can be found all over the place - lazing in the cabin, riding the rusty ferris wheel which somehow still works, hiking or hunting in the forest, skating on a frozen patch of the river. And sometimes when you're alone, you may feel something watching you, see a dark shadow moving through the trees.
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horizon;
Blades scrape through the winter hush. This other girl, she glides, and turns, and maybe she sees him first, or hears the soft jingle of tack. It doesn't matter which. He's there, up the frozen bank: a tall man on a large horse, cutting a black silhouette together against the trees, pale face and dark eyes, staring at her.
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When she catches the figure out of the corner of her eye, all of her grace and balance disappears in an instant. She just about manages to stop herself from falling on the ice, but the way in which she catches herself makes her skid right into the bank of the river and she looks quite sheepish as she dusts herself off.
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The rider, he doesn't smile, only seems like he might. Like a faint impulse has stirred, either too distant or too tightly bridled to surface—a suggestion, there and gone again. The big black horse, on the other hand, has slack enough to bob his head up in surprise, ears forward and lip twitching. Both of them watching as she smooths down that little bump in her dignity.
"Careful," the man says. His voice, though soft, carries easily through the winter quiet. "This may be a dream, but falling still hurts."
He doesn't need to ask if this place belongs to her; it feels like it does, and Horizon doesn't lie the way some dreams do. (Or has yet to lie to him.)
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"At least there won't be a bruise when I wake up." At least, she doesn't think so. She's still not entirely sure how the Horizon works.
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Even if you die. There's no reason to tell her that, but he thinks of it, every time: the punch and pull down his body, being at once inside and outside himself, unable to leave. (Not that he particularly wanted to leave—)
"Why this place?"
An intuitive question, he assumes. Of all things, why make this? What does it mean?
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It was far more complex, of course. But Abigail doesn't like to think about the fact that she'd chosen to spend so much time in the environment where she'd began to be moulded into a killer.
"As for the rest of it..." Abigail glances over to what looks like the front of a strip mall, half hidden in the trees and crumbling to ruin, letting the forest overgrow it. "I'm actually not sure myself. I guess that's part of why I spend so much time here."
It was a puzzle that she hadn't quite figured out yet, as she didn't know herself well enough. She just knew that it was soothing to her to place herself in what was essentially the aftermath of chaos.
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"Curious, isn't it—what the mind chooses to keep. Some pieces of the past left to decay while others are allowed to remain just as they were." As his attention drifts back out to the woods, his voice softens just barely. "I grew up in places not so different from this."
Focus returns to the girl, then. He leaves no room for comment. "Woodlands are popular here. Have you visited any of the others?"
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"I haven't explored anywhere near as much as I'd like yet."
Mostly because she was wary of just what might be lurking in others' domains.
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The rider's hands move on his saddle's smooth pommel, some vague shifting of the reins. Despite the neighbourly suggestion, his demeanour has hardly changed.