Ada in APB 1.01 — Hard Reset
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unerrant.
“ nice to see you too ? ” statement sounds more like a question than a sincere greeting yet clarice displays no malice. it’s not that she isn’t happy, it’s that she’s surprised—to say the least—to find taylor back so soon and without calling her or anyone beforehand. the older woman was so distracted by her cooking that she didn’t hear the individual welcome herself in.
“ i also live here … ? ” lived here, past tense. another statement that unintentionally sounds like a question. however, recently, clarice has moved back into their parents’ place and has been living here for the past few months. she didn’t plan on telling taylor until her intended break ; however, she is here now and that plan isn’t going to change unless pressed so she’ll let taylor make what she will of the response, letting it draw out before asking : “ are you okay ? i thought your break wasn’t until a few weeks from now, did something happen ? ”
she shakes her head, dropping the fork in her hand back onto the plate, and walks back into the kitchen. “ if i knew you’d be here, i would’ve made you something. what do you want ? ”
her brain can’t seem to decide whether she’s actually relieved to see clarice, or frantic, [ it’s just the surprise that’s getting to her; she’s fine. ] but for now, taylor can play it off. “ shit, since when? ” not last she heard — unless she’s been that out of it... the thought of that alone almost makes her dizzy. yeah, she’s had a rough time, but she can’t have possibly have lost her grip so soon.
“ what, i can’t stop by to see my family once in a while? it’s nothing. i just... i dunno, i got homesick. ” SOME EXCUSE, nags the voice in her head. if clarice is here, she’d probably already heard from mom and dad about little hope — but not really. there was a much less stressful story fed back to everyone that taylor would much rather let die — the real story, too; HELL, TAKE THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN WITH IT! if no one asks, it’s not something she plans to mention.
she doesn’t quite follow into the kitchen, craning her neck a bit to watch the woman’s trail. unfortunately, no appetite calls. “ it’s fine, i had some starbucks on the ride here. ” honestly, she can’t help but want to be alone. “ i might crash for the day, though. that drive’s a killer. ”
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she wasn’t planning on coming back until the next break, still weeks away, but taylor couldn’t stay locked away in her dorm much longer. as much as she swore by the benefit of distance, she suddenly couldn’t take the EMPTY ROUTINE of each day, class to dorm to dining hall if she had the will, talking to no one except the select few who she knew understood.
when she arrived home, the place seemed empty, so she took the time to throw the load of laundry she’d hauled back with her into the washer, basking in the silence while it lasted, before she lost the comfort, but there’s an unexpected face already waiting for her in the dining room.
❝ hey, ❞ taylor says incredulously at the sight of her sister. her head shakes in the lasting disbelief — clarice was a busy woman, after all. ❝ you — i didn’t know you were stopping by. ❞
( ღ. ) a starter for @znrza — for clarice.
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( ✱. ) @znrza — rachel : if you were hurt, i’d leave you behind.
taylor doesn’t know how she keeps getting away, seemingly by a hair each time. andrew’s already saved her ass once. shit, she worries as she nears the rest of the group, how long ‘til her luck runs STRAIGHT OUT ? a hand grips her side for only a moment, feeling a cramp after the lengths on the night she’s spent outright sprinting.
❝ gee, thanks, rachel. ❞ hands on her knees when she lands on the other side of the fence, those things must be far behind them by now, but fuck physics — they always seem to CATCH UP. ❝ want me to return the favor ? ❞
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hdstrng:
maybe i’m overthinking it but wondering abt why anthony imagined taylor and tabitha with brown eyes while tanya had blue / green eyes might be making me a little emo
#was it on purpose?? to separate them more???#was it . not?#he couldn't have /Forgotten/ could he??#COULD HE???
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( ✱. ) @fate-accursed — abraham : perhaps the worst is yet to come.
the night had perhaps been the longest of her life, and the news that broke come morning, delivered by her brother as she couldn’t stand the thought of bearing witness to her neighbor’s fate, had left no shortage of pure disbelief in tabitha’s chest. but even she cannot deny the dread that lingers in their town, in the very air. though mary now sleeps soundly in her bed, tabitha seems exceptionally restless.
whether reverend carver was correct in his thinking — that little hope could have been infiltrated by some evil, she cannot convince herself that HIS WILL has guaranteed its expulsion. perhaps the chance of that terrifies her more. ❝ it cannot be. surely . . . ❞
but if abraham, of all people, is at a loss for words, then how much hope can there possibly be ? no, she backtracks, that is no way to think — so dim and fatal. though she fears whether there may be truth to the thought, for why else would it have shaken her ? so often it is he who offers his solace to bring her back to shore, but tabitha cannot bear to imagine the tide rising any higher, ALREADY UP TO HER NECK.
❝ what has become of amy . . . she was as god-fearing a woman as i have ever known. or — so i thought, i suppose . . . ❞ the woman frowns, ❝ but, to say, if she was accused of such an horrible thing, perhaps there must have been some truth to it. i can’t imagine where else such a notion could have come from. ❞
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anyway
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headcanon tag drop bc i just think they’re neat
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with all due respect (none),
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FATE-ACCURSED.
Andrew’s concerned expression falls into a wince at her harsh words, and then shuts down completely a second later as he looks away from his friend. Honestly, he’s not all that surprised Taylor brushed him off; after all, they both have a bad habit of doing that. Shutting people out, avoiding the tough stuff. He just hadn’t expected her dismissal to be so cutting.
Other people say shit like that all the time — and although it still stings, Andrew’s starting to get used to it by now. The mocking and the whispers, both based in rumors of what he told the police that night, don’t mean as much coming from a stranger; hearing it from Taylor, however, is something else entirely because she was there. She knows what followed them through Little Hope that night, knows how terrifying and confusing it all was, and still is. Even more than that, she’s his friend, so he actually cares about what she thinks of him.
Despite his hurt feelings, however, Andrew doesn’t move to get up from the bench they’re sitting on. If anything, her biting comment just proves him right to be concerned; obviously, Taylor’s upset about something. Whether it be the case of a general bad day or something more specific, he can’t be sure— but he isn’t going to leave her alone to deal with it.
So they sit in awkward silence for a moment or two while Andrew tries to come up with a way to move past it.
She beats him to the punch, thankfully, or they might’ve been waiting around forever; Andrew’s never been very good at social stuff, having spent most of his life home-schooled and sheltered. Detached. He’s getting a little better at it now that he actually has friends, though, and at the very least, he’s making an effort.
“I mean, I could definitely go for some caffeine right now. Pretty sure I just flunked that exam,” he mutters. He shakes his head forlornly, and tries his best to shrug off the hurt that still lingers— but he finds himself cautiously tacking on a disclaimer anyway, even though it sort of ruins the whole normalcy vibe he’s going for. He just hopes it doesn’t scare her off. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, y’know… hang out, though. It was just a suggestion.”
the silence is nearly killing her. fuck, now she really should go, shouldn’t she ? bury her head in her blanket until she can FORGET the day even happened, let andrew forget about her, too. teeth prick the inside of her lip, hopefully concealing the anxious lump that festers in her throat. her tongue has always been too quick for her own good, ( god knows everyone’s told her, ) but times like this, she thinks she can feel it rotting inside of her. right about now, she wishes it would.
it doesn’t help much to hear him brush it off, but she supposes it’s better than what she might not want to hear. ❝ yeah, tell me about it. ❞ her answer is much more solemn. now that she thinks about it, she barely even remembers the last hour. at this point, her grade must be LEFT UP TO FATE, or at least a generous curve.
taylor tries to catch a glimpse of her friend out of her peripheral. hopefully she hasn’t totally screwed things up for them, but the offer to take a rain check sounds an alarm in her ribs, and she answers maybe a little too quickly.
❝ no, i do. it’s just — ❞ but she doesn’t know what to say. something about the look on his face tells her she’ll never convince him that nothing is wrong — BECAUSE HE KNOWS. probably better than anyone else, and all she can do is look at him and hope he catches on. taylor shakes her head somewhat defeatedly, looking back to her phone’s blank screen. ❝ sorry. i’ve just been . . . shit. ❞ some way with words, something mocks.
it’s just as shitty an apology as an explanation and it takes an effort not to let her face fall straight into her hands. as long as she’s not alone, she supposes. not yet, anyway.
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someone write clarice rn
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i’m one of the lucky ones.
because you survived?
…aye, that too.
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( ✱. ) @fate-accursed — anthony : it’s just a nosebleed.
❝ yeah, and it’s getting all over the fucking floor ! ❞ tanya throws her bag onto the couch and brusquely hoists the boy up by the arm, leading him not-so-gently into the kitchen. the tile would take less damage than the rug. whether or not it’d be a noticeable stain by the time dad gets home is another gamble . . .
better to cut it off at the source, though — that source being her brother’s head dripping lamely into the sink. ❝ here, tilt your head forward. ❞ she says more softly, nudging anthony at the nape of his neck. now that he’s accounted for, she goes for the paper towels.
the first one goes to anthony to clean himself up, ( though tanya takes the chance to lick her thumb and wipe a spot off his nose just to bug him, ) and the next gives its purpose to the small stains on the kitchen floor, the easy part done with. ❝ jesus, what even happened ? ❞
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