Abington bit the inside of her lip.
No reason to spill the beans and let Jacob know about Trys' request. Though forbidding the very unlucky mechanic to leave the base was a good thing, she knew how much it sucked to feel like a captive in one place. At the same time, the events that followed...
Abington rose an eyebrow at Trys' comment. "Any journals now?"
Right then, Valerie joined the two. Abington listened as she offered to help with the medical journal hunt. If it was a hunt for medical journals now. Trys was being ambiguous. Abington didn't like ambiguity. Either you did...
Keeping Valerie and Arthur in her peripherals, she kept looking at the tech she brought back. Why did she risk her neck for these things? Getting the parts wasn't a simple break in and steal. Survivors holed up at the store she hit. She didn't have anything to trade. She simply took what she...
Abington never for a second broke eye contact with Dickens. Lose the invisible war, lose the actual one. That's what one of the raiders told her. When in a gang, showing fear attracted getting your face beaten in or worse. He looked away soon enough; Abington watched the exchange between him and...
Fatigue never bothered her that much anymore.
Returning from a three day foray into hostile gang territory and No Man's Land (NML), Abington fidgeted with a small journal she found in a decrepit store. It was a simple thing. Black leather with a worn perfect binding keeping the manilla, lined...
Name: Abington Rosewood Gordon
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Gang: East, Obsidian Knights
Appearance:
Abington is 5'6". Contrary to what people expect of a fighter under the banner of the Obsidian Knights, her frame is thin and lanky rather than sturdy and muscular. While she is strong, her body...
Name: Abington Rosewood Gordon
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Gang: East, Obsidian Knights
Appearance:
Abington is 5'6". Contrary to what people expect of a fighter under the banner of the Obsidian Knights, her frame is thin and lanky rather than sturdy and muscular. While she is strong, her body...
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