Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Hyperactive and ridiculously naive. Cautious with her own emotions, but brash and fool hardy physically and unfortunately, with others. A bit like a puppy, but usually very cheerful and silly.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? yeeesssss
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: A carrot. Because orange.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? "Honey and the Bee" by Owl City
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Video games, particularly of the otome kind.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? More science inclined, but not in the experimental field so much as just knowing science stuff
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Either people who are very calm, or very damaged.
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Peppy, loyal, cheerful more often than not, active, honest, mostly logical, observant, playful, youthful, protective, curious, energetic, occasionally modest, and quite forgiving.
What are your character's personality flaws? Anxious, childish, cowardly, easily discouraged, erratic, graceless, gullible, impulsive, naive, self deprecating, timid, worrisome, quick to judgement, rash, and lacking self confidence.
What is your character's favourite colour? Lilac
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Maenad Monster, a creature that instills madness and hysteria. But also looks adorable in flower crowns, fawn fur shawls and drinking liberally.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? Opposite gender is basically a Weasley. In 10 years, probably still very young appearance wise with hair way too long for such a dangerous job and far too many scars.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? WITH TREATS! You did a good job? Aw have some candy! Field training makes for better fighters so all the field training! Here have some coffee before we go train yay training! Also lots of hugs for a job well done!
Who does your character look up to? Sailor Moon uvu
What is a great weakness of your character? Things that are bad for her (alcohol, excessive amounts of candy, butt face jerks :T )
What are their favourite foods? Bread or candy
Favourite fashion style? K-Fashion (I really have no better label for it ;;;;;; ) Very feminine clothing without being exceptionally form fitting, but with lots of layering and pastel colors. Knee to thigh high socks, cute accessories, lace up boots or cute flats, simple to no patterns, lots of collared shirts, especially peter pan style.
Favourite minipet? Spring Lepus Guide... It tells her such helpful facts!
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? The clumsy but sweet white mage/ healer
Describe your character as a mythical creature: A unicorn because ~*special~*
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Anna from Frozen...Because Just... Yes
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? France for all the yummy food or Japan because ANIMUUUU
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess?I'm glad you died so I didn't have to...
There was a tour, there was a room, there was a door closed, and then there was loneliness.
Except there wasn't.
Even if it hadn't been a very long tour, there had been so many twists and turns and new sights that by the time Nevada and Stormy finally showed the young girl to a room they both labeled as 'her's', Abbi had still felt she had been shown a whole country. The island was much different than she had expected, there had been no palm trees firstly, and even the room that spread out before her in a perfect square was foreign. It looked more like the stark set of an orphanage rather than the dorm room it claimed to be. Only a small, spartan bed and desk waited for her, each pushed to the opposite edge of the room so that a large space of floor stared back at her. In the middle of that floor sat an overstuffed and lumpy messenger bag, alongside a battered suitcase, the only remnants of Abbi's old life.
It is an old life, isn't it?
Something like a smile twinged one corner of her mouth and almost turned into the full thing were it not for the invisible hand that curled around those unvoiced words. Initially startled, Abbi tripped forward into the room as though someone had grabbed her from behind. But the sensation followed her, continued to wind itself around an indescribable part of her.
{ Wot's this? Sure got a lot of stuff up in here... }
The voice from before! The one in the cave that was the scythe! It had come back! But how? Just to be sure, the girl looked down at her right hand, where a pink crystal topped ring sat, the silver of the band a weight she was not yet used to. How did this work? Wasn't the voice only supposed to be there when it was in weapon form? An uncharacteristic "tch!" echoed behind Abbi's right ear and she turned to peer behind her, but found nothing save for the door. She was alone.
Except she wasn't.
Her back felt vulnerable, as though she could be struck at any moment, or that something was waiting behind her, so Abbi backed up carefully until she bumped against the door. Something was picking around in her brain, an odd feeling of violation as it sifted through memories and curled its being through what she had largely considered herself. Favorite colors, fondness for certain foods or movies, her adoration of certain types of people, all that and more were dredged up one by one until the ghost that inhabited her mind shrugged invisible shoulders and moved on. Next came facts, the useless things that Abbi hoarded so voraciously that no one but herself cared for. This entertained the entity even less, so that only the surface was scratched.
A sudden chorus in her mind sprang up then, the teen quick to start pulling up as much information as she could. But what about strange school mascots! Or the chemical make up of glowsticks! Didn't her new headmate want to know about that? Another scoff, another incorporeal shrug that is not seen so much as felt somewhere deep in the top of Abbi's spine, before the creature continued on. Every secret treasure chest that had been constructed and hidden from other people was opened as easy as you please, so easy even spirit hands could have unlocked the flimsy latches. They do so with no reserve, with no care for the curlicued boxes they filter through.
Everything is uncovered in a matter of hours, Abbi careful in her attempts to try and distract herself. If she unpacks, she will not think of the people who looked at her strangely for her caution in old houses. She will not recall the faces of boys who pitied her, but not enough. If she continues to pull out clothes and hang them in the closet she won't think of her poorly pieced together new family, of her perfect step sister and the step brother who made her uncomfortable with his too long stares and penchant for pilfering unmentionables. But nothing stops the flood of memories and experiences and information and thoughts that are in her head, and Viveca is a curious specter. She is content to sit and unpack her new hosts' collective consciousness while Abbi unpacks her things. It is almost pitifully easy how poorly this teenager has organized what she considers secrets. There are boxes, sure, but they are boxes against others, not against herself. And who can prepare for someone inside one's head unloading it all as though they were moving in?
By the time Viveca moves to the truly terrible things, Abbi had begun to cry. She tells herself if she does it now, then she won't want to later on. That it is alright because no one can see her do it, since she is alone.
Except she isn't. And she never will be. And Viveca knows everything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:33 pm
2. Wishes
She does not make wishes anymore. Not on stars that might happen to fall through a blackened night sky, nor on coins dropped into bubbling fountains. In the autumn when the leaves jump from their branches in colorful bunches the girl does not try to catch them, though she invariably does when they cling to her orange locks against her will, and she certainly does not wish on them. Tunnels are ignored, no breath held in return for a want, the first twinkling light in the evening sky receives no secret desire whispered to the slowly chilling air, and fallen eyelashes onto freckled cheeks are not an opportunity but an annoyance. And above all those and more, Abbi absolutely refuses to wish on birthday candles.
That stopped on her 13th birthday when she woke to, instead of cries of 'Happy Birthday' and presents, to an immense pain in her abdomen and her mother still dead. No candles in a cake came to her that day as she instead spent her time in the hospital, rushed there for an emergency appendectomy and detained in a bed that made the small girl feel too large. Her father said nothing in regards to his daughter turning thirteen, only looked mildly put off to have to had wait for her to return from surgery.
Though she was still hazy from the anesthesia by the time she blinked heavy lids open, Abbi still spied him asleep in the only chair left in the room, an uncomfortable thing that left him all bent knees and sore neck, a grumpy sentinel in all black. But even his dark presence was not enough as the newly made teen awoke a few hours before the sun rose, startled awake. A figure stood in her doorway, not the doctor or nurse but someone blacker than the clothes her father wore and taller, too thin to be real with sharpened edges and long, curling fingers. It merely stood there, watched the young girl, ever patient in its hope to be noticed. Fumbling and confused, but sure of some things still, the girl's shaking hands found the Nurse Call button and pushed, waiting with her breath held until the woman arrived just as the figure slid from the threshold.
The woman, a tan sweet looking thing with bunches of dark curly hair in pale purple scrubs dotted with cartoonish white flowers, watched it go down the hall, standing where it had once stood, before she turned a smile at Abbi. “Feeling better now?”
The young girl nodded softly, the panic that had thickened her throat only now realized just as it was starting to drain from her skin. Sure the nurse would leave, she slid down against her pillows and let her eyes fall shut. But the nurse did not act as expected for she wandered into the room, peeking over the girl's chart with calm eyes before she smiled again.
“You just turned thirteen! How exciting! What did you wish for?”
There had been no candles, no cake, no anything, so Abbi groggily slurred as much in a voice shaky with residual panic and left over medication. For a moment the woman thought it over before she walked to the cabinet kept in every hospital room and pulled out precisely thirteen cotton swabs. Quiet as she could, so as not to wake the sleeping bear that was Abbi's father, she sat down on the bed before the teenager and held them up to her. Still smiling, she instructed the girl to pretend they were lit candles and to blow them out.
It felt silly at first, as things would continue to seem now that she was older and all the more aware of what people thought of her, though that had been something she had gleaned an idea of at too young an age to enjoy the naivety of childhood as properly as she should. But the feeling of being silly is an indulgence so she complies, wincing with the effort of a deep breath.
All the brighter the nurse's smile turned, infecting her eyes in a way that made her look positively angelic to the hazy girl. “What did you wish for?” The nurse asked as she set down the cotton swabs in her lap, a hand moving up to gently push back some fiery hair from Abbi's face in a gesture far more doting than should be experienced between strangers. No word of a wish ruined by telling the secret of it passed Abbi's lips even if she thought it, but she was idealistic enough to realize that this moment was special and that this wish was still good even if it were shared. Calmly she whispered a carefully enunciated reply, “That I could make the shadows go away.”
The kind smile the nurse wore turned knowing, her hand gentle when she lifted the girl's chin a little. “Maybe one day you will.”
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 9:29 pm
3. Sleep
In the darkness of closed eyes and an unlit room, Viveca watches the human she haunts as best she can. It is not, at first, a very easy task, but it is one that is accomplished with a bit of ingenue. If she inhabits fingertips and toes, if she pays attention to muscles and bones, she can see, in a sense, what is happening as she waits for the dreams to begin. Abbi sleeps like a scareling, the ghost is sure of this, all curled up and sweet and exhausted from being so energetic. Most nights it takes the teen a little while to fall asleep, a good thirty minutes on the best of evenings but Viveca likes to pretend she has fallen asleep first so she can watch the unfiltered thoughts that drift by. But Viveca never sleeps. Why should she? She'll sleep when she is dead.
When Abbi has finally drifted off the ghost stirs, gently because she has found that too much mental movement will rouse the redhead who worked so hard just to lose consciousness and for all her demands of attention, Viveca does not want to rob her host of health. When Abbi is finally good and asleep, the ghost watches her as best she can. Each night she notes how the human lies half on a pile of pillows, wrists curled around the other as though the dual heartbeats are sisters that hate to be separated. The ghost marvels at her ankles that twist around themselves and the blankets endlessly, nearly touching her backside with how her knees bend. How if she could, the teen sleeps as though she wants to take up as little room as possible in the largest way.
As the night wears on, she begins to wonder... If Abbi were not alone, would she sleep like this? If someone were to curl up behind her and unhinge her wrists to hold in the palms of their hands, would she let them? Would the girl uncurl herself to fit another person, or would she fold herself onto that person and let them bear her burden?
Unable to know, the ghost rustles noisily in the teen's mind so that Abbi wakes, confused and unsure but quick to reach out a small hand in the direction of her ghost.
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4. Family
There is no header on the piece of printer paper left on the kitchen table save for the date written in black ink with the tops of the numbers all ticked sharply to the left.
5/29/13
Dad-
This is weird, I know you hate letters because they remind you of Mama but this is really all I have left. You don't check your e-mail and you make Natalie text for you, so this is all I've got. I'm gone. Far away from here, someplace I don't know yet, but don't look for me. You won't, but you'll tell everyone you did. Don't. Don't tell anyone anything. Tell them whatever you want, because you have to tell them something I guess, but don't tell them you looked. Its not suicide, not really, since I bet that's what your thinking, and its not a cult, its not anything. Its just away. Forever. You won't ever see me again. You can pretend I died with Mama and Annie too. You can say whatever you want. I don't care. Treat Natalie really good, I'll know if you don't. Feel free to clean out my room. Most of my stuff is gone, I sold it all before I left. You didn't even notice, of course, but that's not really new. Have a good life. I'll do the same.
Natalie-
Thank you. Thank you for everything. For being so nice to me, especially when you were supposed to be my evil step-mother. For being there for me when no one else was, and for being my only supporter. It was so strange to think of you as my new mother, but you were the only one I would have ever chosen for the job. I'm sorry I never called you mom, but you were so much more to me than that so I hope you don't mind. Please don't worry about me. At least not too much, ok? I'm going somewhere good, they found me and wanted me, so they have to be good! I'll miss you the most, but it'll be just fine. Promise! Take care of Dad for me, you already are really good at that but he might need the extra smiles after I'm gone. I don't think he'll miss me, but you know how grumpy he gets when things change. My room is all cleaned up for you, so you don't have to worry about that. I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye in person, but its against the rules. I'm not supposed to leave anything behind, but I just wanted to say goodbye. And thanks.
Brenden-
You're awful. You're terrible at video games and football is not a legitimate career choice. Also. Your breath stinks. All the time. Every day. And your hair cut is really dumb. You look like Justin Beiber except worse because you're trying to look like him. You're gross. I sold a bunch of your games. The one about the girls where you can take their clothes off sold for a lot of money. You should probably tell Natalie about the one with the little girls though, I let you keep that one. But I guess she knows now. Sorry not sorry, bro. If you stop being such a creep and try being nice maybe you won't be so grumpy all the time. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings with this letter, but you've been a butt and I'm mad at you. Also you're terrible at Final Fantasy games and my scores were higher and you only like 7 because you think its hipster. Shut up you're not hipster, you play football. (Sentinels and Medics are the best class, you butt)
Katie-
Um, you might not ever see this... If Dad finds it first, no one will see it but him. If Natalie finds it, there's a 50% chance you'll see it. We both know if Brenden sees it, he won't do anything so maybe there's like... IDK whatever. I hope you do well in school. I hope you graduate with... Whatever the highest distinction of graduating from college is and that you get an awesome job and that grad school is a breeze. I think its cool you're so dedicated to school, I wish I could be that dedicated. But I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, so I guess I'll stay a kid for a little longer. Thanks for coming to my graduation. I know it was dumb to go back to your old high school but I'm glad you came. Punch Brenden if you can, he's scared of you and should be.
~Abbi
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:38 pm
5. Dilemma
There are some people who are a beacon of light. Whose hearts are lanterns that guide the way for others, who are never lost in the dark, and who burn with their own precious brightness.
Abbi is not one of those people, even if she desperately wants to be.
There is a box of matches in her heart, but she is not sure whether to light the candle or the bramble of driftwood she has collected over the years. Either would provide light, but each would bring it differently and she is not sure which she prefers most.
Maybe, she decides in a far away yet unrecognized part of her that not even Viveca can quite touch, maybe she ought to wait a little and not light anything yet... Maybe she ought to consider it a little bit longer.
