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[scrmifthishurts]

She didn't know why she hadn't gone home. It wasn't like she was stuck in the bar. She'd told Suzi that she could see the door. And she could. So by what she'd been told she wasn't bound to this place. But something had kept her from going home. Back to Hannibal King. The only male that she did trust nowadays. The only guy to back her up when her life was in danger. The day before this she'd asked the Bar for a room key and had gotten it, slept in that room... or at least had tried to anyways. Now though she's back downstairs and laying out on the couch. Though she's not entirely with it and she's staring off into space.

Distractions would be good. Before she ends up just taking everything she's been bottling up inside and breaks down.

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[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

Seymour is not the kind of guy that's really distracting. His clothes are bland, his horn-rimmed glasses are old fashioned but bland, and he's polishing off a most average looking hot dog.

However, as he plops down near Abigail's couch, he's also talking to a small red flower in a pot. "See, isn't this better?" he says to it. "Much nicer lighting than the basement."

That might be distracting?

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Of course its distracting. She's not used to people talking to flowers. And if she is she doesn't quite remember it. She was too young to remember much of what her mother had done. But she does watch Seymour for a moment.

"Thought plants needed water and sunlight."

If she remembers correctly anyways.

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Seymour hadn't seen her there. His face is a bit pink.

"Yeah, they do. But sometimes they like a change in atmosphere."

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That's quite alright. She wasn't truly expecting anyone to truly see her there not that she's trying to hide or anyone.

"I'll take your word on that. I don't know much about plants."

No, her expertise lies in killing vampires.

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"I've always loved plants," Seymour says, patting the pot of his little red plant affectionately. "And they're my job, so I know a thing or two about them from that."

And once we get to a subject that's not plants - like introductions - Seymour gets noticeably shyer. "My name's Seymour. Krelborn. Um, didn't mean to bother you."

[scrmifthishurts]

Well, there's nothing wrong with loving plants. She gives him a slight smile when he goes on about them though. "Abigail Whistler. Friends call me Abby though." She shakes her head at that. "You didn't bother me."

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"Hi, Abigail." Seymour gives his plant its on cushion on the couch. "So, been coming here long?"

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She shakes her head a bit, eyes watching him and the plant. "I can't say that I have. Just showed up in this weird place yesterday, actually."

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

Seymour makes sure the pot is steady - it wouldn't do the plant any good to fall over, would it? - before turning back to her.

"Oh," he murmurs, surprised. "You, uh, got the speech, right? About the rules and everything?"

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Abby gives him a smile. "Yeah, I got the speech about the rules and everything. So I'm all set on that stuff."

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good," Seymour says in relief. He just knows he'd be horrible at explaining them.

"He's a Peruvian zinnia," Seymour adds, gesturing to the plant. "Was sick for a while, but he's getting better. Finally figured out what he wanted." That provokes a cheerful smile from the nerd.

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She looks down at the plant not too far from her before turning eyes back to Seymour. "So what did he want?" It was a bit odd to hear someone talk about a plant like that but to each their own.

[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

A wry smile. "Someplace not my basement. And I think he likes the music here." Seymour gestures above, to the sound system Whistler installed that plays pleasant background music.

"I play a lotta rock 'n' roll, so he must not like that."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

Well, someone's little old grandmother was probably a good distraction, yeah?

She was sucking at a sweet as she mixed cornmeal paste in a wide , almost flat, basket.
And if she wasn't distracting enough on her own, there was a spring-green duck perched on the basket beside her.

It was possible they'd been there a while. It was possible they'd just arrived. They were like that.

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Abby moves her head back a bit when she catches the little old grandmother out of the corner of her eye. So, yeah, definitely a distraction. Seeing as she's only met Suzi and Seymour. She's just idly watching from where she's laying on the couch.

Her eye does, however, catch sight of the spring-green duck. She's never seen a duck that color before. But she stays quiet not wanting to bother the woman.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

Duck lifted his head, blinking at Abby before unfolding from his perch to pad over before offering one webbed foot solemnly.

The woman chuckled, "He wants to shake your hand. s'Duck, introducing himself."

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That made her chuckle a bit because she's never known ducks to really introduce themselves. But she does reach a hand down and gives the webbed foot a gentle shake.

"Does he have a name?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

Duck whonked just as solemnly, shaking back before returning to his perch, nesting down.

She nodded, "Duck." She shrugged, "He hasn't taken to anything else."

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She gives a slight nod before looking at them both.

"I'm Abby."

She's not quite sure why she introduced herself like that. With Suzi and Seymour she'd given first and last name.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

Ana nodded, "I'm Estsanatlehi. Ana if it suits better." A wink then, starting to roll the cornmeal paste into balls, flattening each one slightly before lining them up on the hearth, "Less've a mouthful innit?"

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She gives a slight chuckle. "Ana I'll be able to remember. Your actual name I'd probably end up forgetting or I'd end up trying to pronounce it and screw it up."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

Another chuckle, shaking her head and wiping her hands, shaking out a blanket to cover the corncakes with, misting it with a spraybottle, "We'll stick with Ana then."

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"What're you making?" She's trying to not be curious but its kind of hard to do.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/]

She smiled, "Corncakes. S'what I do." She nodded to Duck, "He was cornmeal when he started out."

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That makes her blink. He was... okay then... "He was cornmeal and now he's a duck?"