Abby Mills (imabbymills) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-16 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, abby mills, amy pond |
Characters: Abby Mills and Amy Pond
When: Friday Evening
Location: Pool Car
Warnings/Rating: Possible talk of PTSD (depends on how vocal Abby will be about events in her world)
Summary: Abby is in the pool car and Amy comes by to check on the state of her dress.
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Ever since Abby had awoken struggling to get out of the too small shirt she was wearing, she had stayed within her room. It was as if she had regressed in her outgoingness. But how could she be social when the train had saw fit to reduce her to an age where she was so young and happy. When Henry had just been the best friend that she would kill to have on the island all the time. An age when her mother was still alive and Wakefield hadn’t even begun his terrorizing yet. It was all too much with what she had been through. Even Trish seemed to have been subjected to the trains psychotic whims. Abby had refrained from reaching out to her friend and chose seclusion. In her broken and terrorized mind this was the only solution. It had been a few days since she had reawoken as an adult. Abby didn’t even try to learn what she could about the scenery that now graced the outdoors. It didn’t escape her notice that it changed by the day but she was beyond the point of caring. No, instead she would stare off into space or lurk on the network when she found herself with nothing else to do. But, then Friday rolled around and Abby decided for a change of scenery. The train was mostly empty now, most passengers having been victims of the trains latest purges. With a nearly empty train the odds of running into someone was pretty slim. The pool car offered her the chance to drop her feet into the water and continue her thoughts. But upon entering the car she noticed a wedding dress lying on the ground in the corner of the room. Not trusting it to not be a trap of the train she had ignored its presence until after a quick glance on the network led her to believe this might be a passengers. None of her items had turned up missing but the network had shown her that there were other passengers whose belongings had. Once Abby reassured the girl that the dress seemed to be intact she put her phone and down and began to brace herself for someone to enter the car. She didn’t want to be around people but deep down she knew that she would have to begin the slow process of rebuilding her confidence. It had been done once before and could be done again even if the next couple of days, weeks, however long they remained on this train, she had to put herself out of her comfort zone and talk about what she had been through. |