Find Your Reason


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Scene Title Find Your Reason
Synopsis Abby informs Odessa she can move back in upstairs.
Date March 8, 2010

Old Lucy's - Upstairs

Though one might remember when a certain fiery woman lived here… Now the living area above Old Lucy's has changed hands. The open living room and kitchen are homey, a commingling of two people's tastes. The leather couch sits kitty corner to a one of red suede and a bit smaller. A large bird cage for it's budgie inhabitant takes up it's own corner beside dark paneled walls. Bookshelves with literary pieces of a variety both academic and not take up another small section.

The kitchen is large, with a rolling wood and black marble island to give more counter space to work on. Pots and pans hang from the roof and track lighting keeps it not gloomy. A proper oak dining table has been set up with matching chairs instead of the 70's castoff that the residents have been known to own and a bowl of fresh fruit sits in the center.

Down a hall lays multiple doors. A master bedroom occupied by the oldest resident and occasionally have a pervading smell of whiskey and smoke coming from it when the door is open. A second door with a cross above it, a third with no marking that is occupied by the third resident of the premises. Two other doors lead to a linen closet and bathroom - Decorated in a very strong pirate theme - respectively. A black cat with a red velvet collar and a little Swarovski charm dangling from it can be found meandering at will.

Robert is gone, fled before the curfew after being fed by Abigail and a fairly sedate - which is what she wanted - date had. The doors unlocked and the other residents of the upstairs apartment given the all clear to come back up after they had been banished.

One such is Odessa after Abby told Brenda to give her back a key. The younger blonde was figured that the time manipulator was over being in the back room and her good mood she was in was infectious and she was feeling generous.

Surely Hiro wouldn't have begrudged that form of discipline? Maybe. Maybe not. He hadn't shown up yet. And thus it is that Brenda bestows yet again .. the key. Abby's upstairs, barefoot and in the little black dress that is no where near hoochie momma status, clearing up dishes and humming softly.

Given the leave to do so, Odessa is climbing the stairs to the apartments, her stiletto heels sounding on the steps. Gaining entry, dark blue eyes survey the area for her benefactor.

"Abby…" Odessa pulls a grey cardigan sweater over her black tank top just a little tighter. A little self-consciously. She holds out the key to the other blonde. "Abby, I can't accept this."

"You just did when Brenda handed it to you silly" Abby admonishes the blonde, turning away from the sink to dry her hands after putting the plates in the dishwasher. "Just keep your nose clean and it's all good. I promise I'll try to restrain my temper if there's a next time. It was rude of me and unkind to have behaved the way I did. Just Peter and Alexander and the, you know" The teacloth is put back down and she pad's past the temporomancer.

"No, really," Odessa insists, "I can't." Her brows furrow and she takes a seat at the dining table, setting the key out toward the middle of it. "I haven't kept my nose clean. I used morphine last night. I shouldn't have, but… But I did." Perhaps surprisingly, Odessa actually seems remorseful.

say what? Abby turns around to look at Odessa, really look at the woman, dirty blonde brows pulling down. "Oh Odessa" She murmurs softly, heading back to the kitchen. "I wish you hadn't, really. You know that you shouldn't, why did you have to go and do that?"

She sinks down opposite her, mirroring the meal with Caliban, but doesn't make a move to take the key yet.

"Because it is so difficult," Odessa admits. "Everything just hurt so much, and I just wanted it all to stop." When she looks up at Abby, her eyes are glistening with tears she's trying desperately not to shed. "You can't understand it if you've never felt it before. It's the worst… feeling in the whole world. Logically I know I'm fine, but my body keeps screaming. And screaming."

Skinny arms rest out on the table in a bit of a sprawl, and the shoulders of her cardigan tug the sleeves upward as Odessa puts her head down on the table between her upper arms, revealing ugly bruises on both the woman's wrists. "I fucked up so badly."

"Nothing worth doing is easy Odessa" Abigail doesn't reach out to touch the woman but she does slide her palm out across the table eyes dipping down to her wrists then back up. "I can't understand it, no. Not in relation to morphine" To something else yes, but not to Morphine. There's a soft sigh from the blonde. "So, then, Odessa, what do we do from here?"

Odessa's voice is muffled against the oak table as her lips slur across its surface from her face-down position. "I don't know. I understand if you want me to pack my things and leave." Her shoulders shudder once in what may have been a silent sob, or an attempt to suppress one.

"Oh come on, you obviously don't know me that well" Abigail rolls her eyes. "I've never turned away someone who's needed help. You'll stay up here and we'll try and keep you from taking more of it. I don't know how but.. I'm sure between myself, al, Teodoro and Francois, we can figure something out Odessa, if you truly want to be off it. Or we can find you a place to go through Rehab"

"I don't ever want to touch the stuff again." Blue eyes slide upward first, peering through tousled hair before her chin lifts to give a better view. "But I know tomorrow, I'll be dying for it." She takes a deep breath to steady herself, clear her thoughts, banish the itching need beneath her own skin. "I don't want to go to rehab. I don't… think that's a good idea for me. Too many questions." Her lips set into a determined line and her brows knit to further accentuate the emotion. "I know I can stop. I just… need a reason."

"Then you need to find one Odessa, a really good one. because I can't give it to you. That'd be my reason to quit. But somewhere, inside your head, you have a reason and you need to find it Odessa. I have to work tomorrow and Wednesday, but I have Thursday and Friday off, I can stay here with you. I think they just detoxed some people in the Ferry, I can have someone bring me some of what they used. There's drugs to help" She offers up to Odessa. "You can do this, just find your reason"

"You would do all this for me?" Odessa stares at Abby as though she may perhaps have sprouted a second head or at the very least a third eye. "You don't even trust me." The I thought? is unspoken, but it still leaves the final note of the statement turning upward to suggest question. Pushing her palms flat against the table, she draws herself up again, consciously pulling her sleeves down again to hide her wrists as something flashes in her expression. Trepidation, fear, or perhaps a desire to simply be ill. It's gone so quickly it's hard to discern.

"Whether I trust you or not is a completely different conversation. I have my reasons for giving you succor and being willing to help you. None of which, anyone will be told why. They have to trust me that taking you in, is not something stupid. I trust that taking you is not stupid. It's Christian, kind and good and it's moments like these, in how we treat others in unfortunate circumstances, that define how we are" it could be, but if it is… Hiro wouldn't steer her wrong and she trusts Hiro.

Odessa listens as Abby explains - though kind of does not - why she's sheltering the other woman. "Thank you," she says finally after she's parsed it all, in its cryptic glory. Her reasons are her own, and that's enough for now.

With that out of the way, Odessa smiles faintly. "Tell me about your date?"

"My date, was my date, and next time, I'll let everyone up when I have dinner again. Regardless, I enjoyed it. There's leftover in the fridge if you want, I can fix you a plate before I turn in. I have to be up early to shovel the SUV out and make sure the snowplow comes and takes care of the parking lot"

"You seem happy," the older woman tells the other, rising from her seat. She slides the key across the tabletop and tucks it into the pocket of her cardigan. "I'm fine," Odessa insists when Abby offers to actually fix her a plate of leftovers. "I think I'd just like to get some sleep."

"You can take my room. I don't want to wake you in the morning when I go so I'll take the couch. Not enough time to drive over to my parents" and she has her uniforms here, fresh from the dry cleaners. Thank you, god bless roommates. "Sleep well Odessa, you have my number. Just call if you need anything okay? If I don't answer, means I'm on a run, but I can find someone to sit with you and help you"

Odessa nods her head, casting Abby one last smile before she slips into the bedroom, closing the door behind her quietly.

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