infomodder | IC contact [Mask or Menace]

I want to go home.

[uhm]

You mean to Minnesota? It won't be the same.

You mean the house where my dad murdered girls that looked like me and then murdered my mom and tried to kill me and where the Chesapeake Ripper cut off my ear might not be there?

I don't think that'll be a problem.

[No why.]

I mean that and I mean all the stores and houses you knew back home aren't going to be the same, either. Are you going alone and are you intending to come back?

[ the only things she cared about in bloomington are dead. she doesn't care what changed. ]

I haven't decided.

[She thinks that now.]

So that amount is, what? One-way tickets for the trip there, and just for you?

[God, can't it be normal teen stuff.]

You took needing to eat and drink and the like into account?

Yes.

Okay, done deal. No interest on paying me back until it reaches a year without a dime returned.

[That interest deal will stay in place when he inevitably gets a call in a week, two weeks, however long about needing some money wired to come back, hotels and motels don't come cheap, living on the streets isn't working out. The cave she was in turned out to have a baby bear hiding, no thanks. Or until he waits long enough to hear back, hears nothing, and goes sniffing her out himself.

If she even takes him up on it, that is. He doesn't think she really expected him to agree.]

[ he never says no to her, she very much expected him to agree, it's why she built two days in a a motel into the price. she can make people like her, finding a place to stay shouldn't be hard. and she has some cash of her own. she's very pragmatic about running away.

and she feels shitty enough about herself that she imagines will is jumping for joy that the burden of the hobbs girl is being lifted. ]

Thanks. I'll be out of your hair soon.

[She can lure all she wants, persuasive, a pretty sort of plain in the eyes in the others, absolutely gorgeous in the eyes of three fathers, though two with skewed ideas of love and beauty. He imagines Hobbs kept her close, doesn't know the extent of how close Lecter kept her, but Will isn't afraid of letting go, not like this. Experience can't be fully gotten when someone stays under the same umbrella all throughout life, when one has to trust instead of learn.

He made his own mistakes as a young person, including what could be seen as running away. Who is he to take away that joy from Abigail Hobbs, the joy of being young? Or trying to be. To figure it out in a different world.]

Needs to be cut monthly, at the rate it's growing now.

[Which means three weeks, roughly. He'll give her three weeks out on her own if she's so intent.

She's not in his hair like lice. She's in his hair and he damn well likes it. She can come back and cut it again, take away strength and renew it at the same time. Or she can just come back. That's fine, too.]

I'm sure Freddie knows a good hair salon.

[ bc curls. mostly abigail just doesn't want to indicate she'll come back when, right now, she really doesn't want to. ]

[That's good and all, really, but she needs to understand that no matter how off the tracks she tries to go, if she doesn't check in, if she doesn't pop back up...Will's going to initiate contact. And if that goes ignored, bloodhound's gonna do what a bloodhound does best.]

I'm glad for Freddie. Doesn't pertain to me outside of that.

It might if I decide I like the town I grew up in is better than Heropa. At least there are four seasons in Bloomington.

[ or... summer, pre-winter, winter, second winter, elevensies, luncheon, surprise winter and then "summer" again. ]

[But not a city that would get her the best of the best. So...okay to run away to, not to live in. What if it's not even there?]

If I ask what flipped this switch, am I gonna get a raspberry?

[ SHE HAS COORDINATES. SHE WILL FIND A REPLACEMENT BLOOMINGTON. ]

No. I only do that when its stuff about home.

[Will Graham, keenest bloodhound that ever ran with Jack Crawford's pack, is an observant individual. Since coming here, he's had more of a chance to observe the modern teenager. He can attempt to communicate like one better now.

Behold:]

??? ??? ?

Jayden kissed me.

[This reply takes a few minutes. Because his initial reaction isn't quite so. Well.

Balanced.]

Had he just eaten a bunch of onions or garlic bread? That has to be a horrible kiss for your next move to be getting the hell out of any city with imPorts and back to Minnesota.

[Too much tongue...?????? How does one person fuck up a kiss this badly, he does not know.]

No!

Shut up, it wasn't bad. It was nice.

You are not allowed to go Uncle Buck on him.

They probably have imPorts in Minnesota, too.

ImPorts aren't what I'm getting away from, that makes me sound racist. I just want to get away from people.

In general.

[Shut up? WOW. That is like saying, "I want to get away from people, but you should take my other ear first because I'm rude." Abiveal for dinner, that's all she wrote.]

You are allowed to enjoy nice things. You don't have to run away from something that's nice because of some sort of self-imposed guilt about not deserving anything good, acting along the lines that if it stumbles along you have to immediately get rid of it in the most extreme way possible. This is a very extreme reaction. This is a hyperactive reaction, no matter how much time you've put into looking at costs.

[Which doesn't mean he won't give her ticket money, but now that things are getting clearer (or so he thought), this is...not what he expected, like, at all.]

[ sass comes with adopting a teenager. brought this on to yourself, sir. ]

It is not extreme. And it's not self-imposed guilt.

[ it is, a little bit. because of stiles. but explaining that means she would have to, you know, tell will that he is gone and abigail doesn't want to talk about it so she just chucks that context out the window. ]

Nevermind.

[THE ADOPTION WASN'T HIS CHOICE HIS LIFE IS SO HARD]

Running back to the state where your father murdered girls who looked like you and then murdered your mother and then tried to murder you and the Chesapeake Ripper cut off your ear because you're upset about something you just, yourself, described as nice is not an extreme reaction and has nothing to do with guilt.

[Sometimes people are force fed ears. Sometimes they are force fed their own words. One is preferable to the other, isn't it? And at least Will is not the dad who would take to Jayden in the same way Abigail took to the young, deceased Mister Boyle.]

What am I not supposed to be minding here?

That's not

Why.

You're being a jerk.

Then tell me the full thing if it's not just because you and Chia Pet had a kiss.

[So he can, perhaps, be a jerk more accurately. Everyone wants that. It's what they pay him for.

Well, not really. But he gets away with it. Along with murder, in some ways. Throw him a freaking bone, Abigail.]

Apparently he never noticed my deformity until he was up close and personal with it.

It didn't go well.

Because Jayden is normal and reacts normally when fucked up shit is right in his face.

[ oh swears. look how phenomenally upset she is, she can't figure out another way to explain that isn't laced with profanity. but she also doesn't blame jayden for reacting. she just hates that she let herself get caught off guard and she really hates that she cared enough that it hurt, tremendously ashamed of her own perceived stupidity. karma sure knew how to hit where it hurt. ]

I was stupid enough to think it stopped mattering. That pretty girls don't actually have to worry about ears.

I don't want to be near people because people look at me like I'm a freak. Or purposely avoid looking at my scars like they can pretend I'm not grotesque.

Like they can pretend I'm whole.

skillz

good ones, i totally refreshed like 5 times going "BUT WHERE IS THE COMMENT???"

i make you work for my threads... aha no i dont.

pressing the second page button is SO MUCH WORK

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