Stop Being Nice To Me


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Scene Title Stop Being Nice To Me
Synopsis Abby checks in, plays easter bunny for Odessa and the two talk.
Date April 4, 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 lay's 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.

Easter. Abigail's going off to church later, She also has to work later and so in one hand is her uniform on a hanger, the other has literally, a basket with candy in it as she makes her way to above the bar, handle held between her teeth, hand turning the doorknob once it's unlocked and using her hip to open it. Noon is her new morning these last few days.

"Hoesssssaaaa" She calls out around the handle.

Odessa looks up from where she was reading a newspaper at the dining table. She's frozen Abby in place, which she does nearly every time the door opens, unbeknownst to those seeking to gain entry. All it takes is a wave of her hand to resume everything before she's rising to her feet to help take some of the things off Abby's hands.

"What's all this?" the temporal manipulator asks curiously, taking the basket from between Abby's teeth. Odessa stares at the contents with no shortage of confusion. "What's the occasion?" she asks, entirely oblivious to the Christian holiday.

"Easter" She is oblivious to Odessa time stopping. It might actually be the one time she'd be happy with letting the woman do it. Since it's sort of a protection for above. "Big bunny runs around leaving candy and toys for children. Bunny doesn't really exist, but it's a commercial excuse to make people buy stuff. What it really is, is a celebration about Jesus and how he rose from his tomb three days after he was crucified" Abigail gestures to the basket of goodie. 'I figured, you might like the chocolate more:

"I do like chocolate," Odessa admits after a moment of wide-eyed non-understanding. Religion is lost on her. She sets the basket on the table and starts picking through it, trying to decide what she wants to nibble first. "How are the boys?"

"Al's fine, trying to keep him off Roosvelt too. Teo's" oh boy, that's a really unhappy look on Abigail's face as she turns away so she can hang up her uniform and set about to starting to clean up. A second hanger reveals a white dress and likely downstairs is shoes and a cardigan to go with her sunday best. "He's shot. But he'll be fine. If you see him…" Hit him over the head? Something? Abby doesn't know. "He's being a boy" Towards the closet, get out broom and mop so she can head to the kitchen.

Blonde hair hangs messily about Odessa's face, clings to her lipgloss, as she quickly lifts her head to peer at Abby. She's startled. "Teo's been shot?" The basket's abandoned and the woman's already moving toward the hallway, "I can get my bag and my coat. I should have a look." Is that worry in her tone and her expression?

"Odessa, He's being seen to by a doctor already. There are some in the Ferry. I don't know where they have him anyways so it won't do you any good. He's fine. He's been through worse. He was healthy enough to text me and piss me off by making me play messenger so" SO stop freaking out. If abby's not freaking out - she's angry - then Teodoro the sicilian, will be perfectly fine.

Sure, there are doctors in the Ferry, but are they as skilled as she? Odessa doubts it, but she's also extremely biased. Still, her steps halt and she turns to regard Abby again. Slowly, she nods and retreats to the table again, sinking down into her seat. She's not needed. When was the last time she was? "Well, thank you," she murmurs, tucking the errant strands of blonde behind her ear, "for the bunny candy."

One could supposit that it was a few weeks ago when Dreyfus asked that she worm her way into the home of half of team charlie. "You're welcome. For the bunny candy" Water runs into the bucket, hot as the mob handle will stand it while Abigail sets about to sweeping. "How are you doing here? They finding enough work for you downstairs?"

And even Dreyfus double-checks and second-guesses her work. Not that he's out of line on that, considering.

"I do what I can," Odessa confirms with a half shrug and an annoyed glance to the water runnning in the sink. "I just did that," she insists. Perhaps she didn't clean as well as Abby thinks she should have, but still.

"Sorry, Habitual" To appease the other woman, Abigail turns it off, tilting the bucket to pour out what water was already in it. "Sunday's is cleaning and church" So things are put off to the side. No, the place probably isn't to Abigails standards, but she's not living here and so she can't say a word.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been around every day. Work and… just… stuff" She takes a seat across from Odessa with palms flat on the table. "Maybe tomorrow, we can go see a movie? I have the next two days off"

"I've never been to the movies," Odessa admits, somewhat skeptical on the idea. She purses her lips before finally allowing a tight frown. "Look, you don't have to pretend, okay? I know you're only doing all of this because you think Nakamura will come down on you or something if you don't, but I don't need your charity. I certainly don't deserve it, being as how I've put you in danger and forced you from your own home." She's sure the boys love her for that. "You don't have to pretend like you want to be friends or something."

'Hiro has nothing to do with this Odessa. I don't know who's told you anything of that sort" And he doesn't. He didn't get a hold of her until after Abigail had invited the woman into her bar to live. "You didn't force me from my home. I went at the request of a friend because he's afraid that Dreyfus is just going to hire some street kid to walk in with a bomb and blow this place up. I wanted you to come with me to the new place but …" But Odessa opted to stay.

"And everyone deserves it. Eileen deserved it, Gabriel deserved a second chance, I talk with others who were with the vanguard. I'm not treating you any more differently than I do them Odessa. I don't care that you came at Dreyfus's bidding, because you told us and .. that's life"

Odessa doesn't understand it. She doesn't understand any of it. But that's nothing new. This whole altruism thing that Abby seems to have going for her does not cease to puzzle Odessa. "But what do you get out of it?" she asks. "I may not be able to pull off what Teo wants me to pull off. It's not like I can properly spy for you." She sighs softly, resigns herself to not knowing. "There's a good reason why anyone I ever associated with doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, Abby." She's in obvious pain, of the emotional variety. "I should go."

"That speak a lot of the people before me Odessa if you think I'm doing this to get something from you or out of the situation." Abigail sighs. "Wrong. What do I get out of it? Knowing that you're not out there freezing your arse off, that you're warm and safe and that I'm helping one person at least in the world, when I have a hard time even helping myself these days. Don't go Odessa. Please don't. I like knowing this place isn't empty and I don't care if whatever Teo wants you to pull off doesn't work. I know, me, myself, that if something happens to the bar, you can freeze it and get people out like you did to the bus."

Abby's met with an even stare from Odessa's dark blue eyes. She's assessing the paramedic. Assessing her own situation. "Fine," she says finally. "But I'm not ready to be your friend. I can't let myself be happy when every time I see you, I feel like an ass." It's a truly honest admission. "When this is over, and you're safe from Dreyfus, though, I'm gone." Because running is so much easier than trying to change, or accept.

"I'd wish you wouldn't be gone Odessa, but I'd understand. I can't keep you here, but my couch will always be open and if the master bedroom isn't occupied, it'd be there for you if you need it. I'll keep your stuff in the security and I'd like you to keep the key" Abigail doesn't make a move to reach over or try and hug the woman.

"Stop that," Odessa demands with a childish stamp of her foot. "Stop being nice! I don't deserve it! I was going to kill you!" Stop confusing me!

"No Odessa" Abigail pushes away from the table a bit surprised.

"Tough luck. You'll have to put up with it like everyone else" The younger blonde points out. "You should have realized that by now." She pulls away from the table to quickly look in the fridge and formulate a list of what is needed. There's a glance to the counter, with a bit of a frown at something in her head. But she closes the door and starts to head out of the kitchen. "I have to get ready for church. Do you need anything?" She'll ignore the fit. That's the only thing she can think to do.

Odessa stares at Abby as she refuses to relent. Damn her. "No," she responds quietly as to whether she needs anything or not. "I don't." She shakes her head, not to the question, but at the situation. Nothing makes sense anymore. She hates it.

"OKay, well, you have number, call if there's a problem. Call one of the others too if you need to and if you want to go to the movies…" She halts at the doorway out to the livingroom, leaning against it. "Odessa. I don't have many friends. I really don't and some of them, I'm on shaky ground with or I've turned away from because of something they did. Dreyfus has also.. he's culled some of them too. You may not consider me a friend, but you've become one regardless and… i'd like to keep what little friends I do have"

"I'll think about it," is all Odessa allows. "You should listen to the boys, though. I know they make you angry, but I think they're a lot smarter than you give them credit for sometimes," she assesses. "Have fun at church. I'll call if I need anything." Odessa makes her way down the hall and into the room Teo once occupied, shutting the door behind her.

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