[ abigail recognizes him from red wings, he was the one playing chess by himself. it was weird but she's been lonely enough at port haven to play 300 rounds of solitaire in the corner of the common area so she gets it in that respect.
still weird.
now she's watching him be escorted out -- she quickly flattens herself against the wall and out of the way -- with bruises blossoming across his face and blood dripping from his nose and he looks a lot less intimidating than his looming figure would normally project. she blinks owlishly at him, vibrant blue eyes practically neon in the bright lights of the casino. ]
Are you alright?
[ he is probably alright, he's built like an mma fighter. ]
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still weird.
now she's watching him be escorted out -- she quickly flattens herself against the wall and out of the way -- with bruises blossoming across his face and blood dripping from his nose and he looks a lot less intimidating than his looming figure would normally project. she blinks owlishly at him, vibrant blue eyes practically neon in the bright lights of the casino. ]
Are you alright?
[ he is probably alright, he's built like an mma fighter. ]