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[forthebothofus]

[Across the page comes a feminine but untidy scrawl.]

One question, Deior. Why. What the hell is the point. Save the others, fine, but I don't get why you bothered with me.

[Feelings are not something Abeni's ever been used to. She doesn't know how to handle them, how to react to them, or what to do. Back at home she had a purpose, a drive, something to push her forward and work toward.

In the Keep, she's without that focus point. Zachariah might of been her initial reason for being brought back from the dead, or at least the reason she decided on herself, but as far as she can see, he's doing fine without her. She needs him more than he does her. It's a helplessness Abeni doesn't know what to do with.

Thus she's holed up in the boathouse, a bottle of liquor in her hand as she makes a poor attempt at drinking away her sorrows. If only her alcohol tolerance was even close to what it used to be. It's been a day or two since she's gone anywhere near the stables.

Abeni is hiding, speaking out only because of the alcohol in her system.]

Comments

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. Oh no no no. He does not like this kind of talk at all. He lost Iriel and he's not gonna lose Abeni too dammit.]

What are you talking about?

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

[She laughs a little, but it's more dry than amused.]

It doesn't matter. Not like a thing I say gets heard anyway.

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Abeni what's going on?

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

[Nope. No reply. At least not yet. There is however the clink of a bottle as she takes another sip of scotch.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Oh he doesn't like this at all.]

Please don't ignore me. Where are you?

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

Keeping out of the way.

[She's a real pain in the ass when she wants to be.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Dammit, that's not what I meant and you know it!

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

So? Doesn't change the answer.

[She moves to stand, stumbles and thuds into a pile of oars. The sound of the wood rings through loud and clear. It doesn't quite confirm her location, but it'd certainly narrow it down.]

Who put that there!?

[Stupid oars. GET OUT OF THE WAY.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Fine. Then I'll just find you on my own.

[Can't be too hard with all that commotion she's making.]

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

Fine! But you know I'm better at hiding than you.

[When sober, at least.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

Sure, when you're not knocking everything over and shouting all the time.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

[She pauses to glare at the journal.]

Shut up, Zack.

[Abeni seeks out a darker, less cluttered corner to wedge herself into that if he comes her way, she'll be hidden. Shame her balance is off.]

Why don't you go play with all your other friends, hm?

[Petty? Yes.]

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Coming from her, that actually hurt.]

Because I'm coming to make sure you're okay whether you like it or not.

[Not in the carpentry house but he's got another place in mind.]

[abstinentzombie]

What the fuck, are you complaining?

Who knows what possessed him to bring me here, but hey, at least you and I aren't dead.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

I don't give a fuck why he brought you here. I died back home. I've already had my fucking shot.

[Sorry Kloe, drunken Abeni gives no fucks.]

[abstinentzombie]

So congratulations. You have another one.

Death here doesn't really seem to matter, considering all the dead keep coming back.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

Don't fucking want it. Didn't get a damn choice.

Death back there meant something. Comparisons with real world and this shithole are pointless.

[abstinentzombie]

Oh. Boo hoo.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

Not in the mood, Kloe.

[abstinentzombie]

Maybe you should change that. Feeling sorry for yourself really doesn't fucking help you at all.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

Way to fucking assume the situation. Back off.

[abstinentzombie]

It sure fucking sounds like it.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

It's a valid question, and it's not one for you.

The hell are you even replying to me for. I don't wanna talk to you.

[abstinentzombie]

1/2

I have this thing where I absolutely have to reply to angsty drunks.

[abstinentzombie]

[Okay, now she's getting more serious.]

And I'm concerned about your well-being.

[It sounds like the case of 'poor me' and survivor's guilt wrapped in extra denial and rage. She hears similar from other Hunters.

Of course, Abeni isn't one.

Also Kloe is bad at the "showing concern" thing.]