talbot, bella (...abby) (talbotb) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-04 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | bela talbot |
Who: Bela Abby Talbot
What: Getting out of the Hyperion and trying to get on with life
When: After everyone's gotten word of Mary and Claire going missing
Where: The Hyperion and an apartment
status/rating: complete/PG
With everyone distracted over the reports of missing women, Abby gathered her things and left the Hyperion with very little fanfare. All thoughts of leaving a note explaining her disappearance had vanished once she could feel a familiar sense of tension settling over the hotel once again. There were holes in her memory, yes, but she retained enough experience –and common sense- to know that this was perhaps the worst time for a confession and apology, even one that wasn't face to face. There wasn't going to be a overly great time to confess to kidnapping and aiding in the torture of the man whose roof she'd been living underneath for weeks, but all things considered this was probably the worst of what would all be already bad.
So she just left, not completely knowing where she was going. It wasn't until she was sitting in her car that she finally remembered which of her four homes she'd certainly told Lilah Morgan and people at the Hyperion about, and which she'd kept to herself. The drive was a short one once she'd remembered those details. She had no illusions of exactly how hidden she'd be in the flat she chose and no illusions that disappearing from Wolfram and Hart employ wouldn't have its consequences, but she needed at least forty-eight hours of time completely alone to try and figure out how to go on with life.
Guilt was an interesting thing, especially when one felt as detached from it as Abigail Talbot did. It was as if her past actions had been completely compartmentalized in her mind. Shoved into a bunch of cardboard boxes in the back of her brain, all taped shut and marked 'Bela' in bold black marker. Abby could remember doing things to others and she felt horrible for doing them, but at the same time she was also sure that it hadn't been her… not completely, at least. It had been this other person, Bela, who had existed for whatever reason and obvious shared a headspace and even a body with her. But they were not the same person. The division had become easier for her to see after she'd finally calmed, accepted what had happened to her, and took it for what it was. A new start.
"Longitude, latitude, zip code." Abby had to mutter the combination of numbers underneath her breath as she hit the numbers to turn off the security system in the flat. The security code was just another example of knowledge she had that was just not her at all, and she was faced with the same feeling when she turned around and looked at the apartment with new eyes. The stark white, modernist look of the place and the sterile feel was only offset by few dashes of colour from artwork hanging on the walls. The décor of the place wasn't completely important. This was only supposed to be a waystop as she figured out what she was going to do next. It didn't matter that the place didn't match the places she'd always envisioned herself in as a child.
She dropped her few things off in the bedroom and was greeted by at least one familiar site. A brown tabby jumped up onto the bed once she sat down and presented itself to her for a good petting. Her love of felines was something that had remained at least. She continued to run fingers through the animal's fur as she pulled a few documents from her purse.
Driver's license, passport, and birth certificate, all with her full name, Abigail Laura Adler-Talbot, written on them and signed for in a mostly legal fashion. She'd taken Faith's advice that far, though hadn't done anything with the documents. But they were there, if she wanted them. The ideas of school and helping the good guys had been bandied about, but could she even go to school? Interact with the real world without attracting attention from the people she'd spent the past ten years pissing off.
Abby didn't know and the only thing certain in her mind was that she needed the two days she'd planned for. There was no other way for her to figure out how to live.