sg_abigail (sg_abigail) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-09-11 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: september, former character: abigail morris, wanted character: artie abrams, ~complete |
[Thread] Hollow Houses Make Poor Homes
Who: A^2 (Abby + Artie magic) + Zara (NPC), Butlers (NPCsssss)
When: September 12th, Monday Afternoon.
Where The Morris Estate (description coming to my journal some time soon!)
What: Artie comes over to help Abigail with Decathalon (aka, Abigail wants to make sure Artie is doing better)
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She had phoned him earlier that day, making sure that it would all go accordingly and that he'd also be able to stay for dinner. She wanted to make sure she was keeping up with the other team members, her work in perfect order. Or maybe that wasn't really it. The last time she had seen Artie was after the attack in Glee Club. She heard he was doing better, read that he was on his journal, but she wanted to see it for herself. Assure herself that he was doing just as good as he says he was.
It was a bit exciting too. She never had a friend over from school before, well at least, a boy. She was well aware that it was intimidating to come over, but she couldn't help but want to treat them to the luxury of her home. It was a luxury she was used to and she could only wish that they could experience it themselves. She would pamper him today, even if he didn't know it.
It takes a surprisingly long time to get Abby to the front door. She never wanted to sweat in her dress, so any time she knew anyone was coming she'd always wait in the foyer. Coming from her room down to the front door took absolutely ages, several minutes. She always liked greeting guests, never wanted to keep then waiting - unless it was for a date then she needed a grand entrance of course. And so she prepared her hair and make up, put on a nice little dress, even though her mother already barked at her today that she looked just about as hideous as always, before she came down the stairs and sat by they door, staring at it a bit too excitedly.
Abigail was also precise and expected people to be precise. A minute late and she'd start getting extremely nervous, she didn't really understand fashionably late as socially acceptable. So she waited, like the nervous wreck she was. Abigail pressed her hands into her lap trying to not bite at her fingernails, play with her hair.
Zara walked confidently down the hall, not making eye contact with her daughter. They hadn't seen each other since that Friday. Though for the Morris family that was normal during the weekends, particularly if Abigail wasn't going out.
"I saw the billing for dinner tonight. Eating for two are we?" Zara smugly taunted her daughter.
Abigail had prepared a lovely several course meal for the two of them to dine over, wondering if it was an experience that Artie ever had.
"I have a friend coming over."
"Sure you are." Zara's heels clicked against the floor before she moved out of the foyer, the sound echoing throughout the whole room. Abigail looked to the empty space between the spiraling staircase that waited for the christmas tree to come. It always felt so eerily empty. It made for such hollow acoustics.