To Market, To Market [Abagail]

[Minna Bradley]

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It had always been a tradition of hers to go down to the Market, every Saturday morning. She had gotten the habit from her mother, always going with her, and her brothers, to inspect the fresh fruit and the like. Once she had courted and married King, her husband had gone alongside her, and then when they adopted Selim, he had as well, the cheerful child always pointing out sweets and the like, and as the Bradleys did not want for money, she had often given in and bought them for him. Not that he was spoiled, no, but when he asked politely, and it didn’t spoil his appetite, and he never complained about not getting them later… Well, Minna had seen nothing wrong with it, and still did not.

Adjusting her grip on the now one-year-old Selim, who was resting on her hip, his chubby arms wrapped around her neck, the woman sighed, wishing that she had thought to ask someone to go with her. Most of the sitters that she had gotten in the past were busy today, and so she had thought that she could take Selim with her and go as she usually did. Unfortunately, Minna had overlooked the fact that she would have to carry both Selim and the bags, and at the ripe old age of fifty-eight, it was quite difficult. She felt like a clown in the circus, attempting to juggle far too many things at once, and it probably showed.

As Selim blew a spit bubble, making slight sounds to himself (possibly for her, as well, but the mother couldn’t tell what he was attempting to say in the busyness of the market), Minna cast her eyes around, hoping to find a spot to sit and rest her tired old bones for just a minute. She didn’t see such a place, however, and she let out another sigh, about to turn and just struggle onward with her shopping, though it would definitely be far more difficult than it normally was, when older woman’s eyes landed upon something that was a sight for sore eyes: A girl.

Normally, such a sight wouldn’t inspire such feelings of relief and gratitude, but she was just about the age of the girls Minna had hired in the past, and she had an idea: Could the young girl maybe assist her? It wouldn’t have to be anything major, just carrying her bags and then walking her home, as she was just a short bit away, and she would definitely pay the child. Should she try it?

The woman hesitated for a moment, before Selim shifted in her grasp, and she nearly dropped the child in her surprise. Yes, especially if he was going to be his rambunctious self and keep moving, Minna would definitely need a young girl (or boy, but in this case it was the former) to help her. And besides, the woman thought, remembering with fondness her days at that age, few would turn down such a quick, easy job, and she paid well…

Her mind made up, Minna stepped over to the outside of the market, setting down her bags for a moment to tap the girl lightly on the shoulder. “Excuse me, dear,” she greeted the girl warmly, dropping her hand to pick up her bags again. “I was wondering if you could maybe help an old woman with her shopping. I would pay you, please.”

Ah, she probably looked quite desperate, didn’t she? Minna was quite aware that she and Selim looked like grandmother and grandson, rather than mother and son (because honestly, no woman were new mothers at the age of fifty-eight), and she knew that she probably looked run ragged. Oh, please let the girl agree, she’d pay as much cens as she demanded…

[Abagail Wolfsong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 505px; -moz-border-radius: 0 185 185 0px;background-color:#09281d;] so we burst into colours ---------------------------------------- colours and carousels, fall head first, like paper planes & play ground games -------- Good Lord, what a lazy day it was. This was one thing Abagail absolutely hated about weekends. Not only did Zakuro have to work, but so did Abagail. Early morning too, which she hated, but at least she got out around the afternoon. She didn't bother going home yet though, and changed out of her uniform in the public bathrooms -- using a stall of course, she wasn't an animal. Well, not in that aspect anyway. You might find other ways to tag the word to her. And she didn't really help things. Abagail was just being plain lazy right now, but a slightly irritable form of the word. Kagura was, no doubt, grocery shopping somewhere, driving the people crazy as she tried to frantically locate last-minute things for lunch and dinner. The sixteen year-old sighed, why was take-out so out-of-the-question? With each passing day, Kagura started acting more and more like a mother about to send her kids off to college -- or who's kids were about to fall off the face of the Earth, apparently the two scenarios were synonymous -- never to be seen again; and less and less like she was their sister. As one of the older siblings, you would think Kagura had her head more together. But this was why her and Abagail clashed so often. Not that she got much of a chance to dwell on it, because the next thing she knew someone was tapping her shoulder. “Excuse me, dear,”

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Eh? That was definitely not a term Abagail was familiar to being addressed as, far from it. mostly things like 'idiot' or 'moron' or 'punk', all of which equally pissed her off, but never 'dear'. She spun on her heels in sheer surprise, a brow lifted in curiosity. She was a bit stunned at who she saw standing before her. After all, how could she not know who the wife of her oldest sister's boss was? Not that that meant she would treat her any differently. It wasn't that Abagail hated people, she just was used to them being overly nice to her, not unless they had a reason.

“I was wondering if you could maybe help an old woman with her shopping. I would pay you, please.”[/b]

Aha, there it was. She opened her mouth to reply when movement caught her eye and she noticed the little kid practically hanging on the woman. Geez.... The lady just had to have her kid with her.... "Uh...yeah." She said casually. "Sure." What was she going to say? Take a hike? Would it be selfish of her to admit that she was accepting mostly for the money she was being offered? Of it course, it might look bad, but she had a legitimate reason. What family could support a total of four members without struggling? Especially when only three of them were working, Kagura was more of the 'stay at home Mom' type, though she could definitely handle herself in the work force if she wanted to.

'If' being the keyword there.

Although Abagail couldn't imagine why Kagura preferred her current status in the family as opposed to actually leaving the house to work, but she wouldn't be surprised if Kagura was doing so in secret. Still, a little extra cash couldn't hurt. Abagail accepted the bags that were offered to her, restraining the urge to wrinkle her nose at the child's spit bubbles, and kept her brown eyes trained on the much older woman before her. In a way, she felt a bit sorry for her. She probably would have accepted the task anyway, regardless of money. "So...where ya headin'?" Ah yes, leave it to Abagail to keep everything casual. It wasn't that she wasn't respectful or anything.

She just had trouble showing it.

::MINNA! <3::OUTFIT (the one being hugged)::631::LALALA::

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[Minna Bradley]

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The young girl seemed quite surprised, a fact which made sense, honestly. She had been minding her own business, probably lost in thought, when Minna had approached her out of nowhere. The woman felt a bit bad for that, especially if the child had been dwelling on something important, but alas, what’s done was done. Besides, if she really had been doing something important, waiting for someone, or something along those lines, the girl could turn down her offer and then the woman could patter along and ask someone else. Of course, she wouldn’t particularly want to do that, but she would respect the other’s decision, if she said no.

Selim had noticed the teen, and was staring at her curiously. Ah, he did like meeting new people, didn’t he? He didn’t make any motions towards the other, however, and was content to be snuggled up to her, what with the many people around. It was probably scaring him a tad, poor thing, but she was around crowds quite a bit, so he would get used to them, in time. For now, she just probably wouldn’t end up putting him down at all (not that she likely would’ve, even if he was keen to).

At the girl’s positive answer, Minna’s small smile morphed into a slightly larger one. “Oh, thank you, dear,” she told the other happily, thankful. She didn’t want to try to juggle her child and her groceries, nor try to maneuver the crowd to try and find another person who looked like they weren’t busy to ask, so it really was a blessing that the first person she asked was an affirmative. “I’m really quite grateful; it’s very difficult to hang onto Selim and the food at the same time,” she chattered in her grandmotherly way, handing over the groceries with a smile. “Normally I have someone watch him, but all of my usual babysitters were busy today…” She trailed off, and then blinked, surprised, at the question.

“Oh, just through the Market, dear,” Minna told the girl, gesturing with her free hand to the hustle and bustle that they were on the edge of, before shifting Selim to a more comfortable position on her hip. “It’s a tradition of my family to come down here every Saturday morning,” she explained, fond smile on her face as she began to walk, drifting towards a vendor that she knew had quite good variety of bread. “Before, I’d have my husband and my older son, but now it’s just me and Selim.” For security’s sake, the woman had begun referring to Selim, who had been better known as Pride, as her older son, a son who had passed away when the country was attacked by homunculi. It patched up many holes, and it helped her differentiate between the often cruel-sounding Pride, and her sweet little boy. Selim was Selim, to her…

Stopping in front of the stand, the woman gasped lightly, realizing something. “Oh, I’m sorry, I never introduced myself!” How rude of her! She couldn’t believe that she had forgotten, poor girl… “I’m Minna Bradley, and this is my son, Selim,” Minna told the other, beginning to look over the bread with a practiced eye, before she turned to the girl, smiling fondly. Ah, young people… “What’s your name, child?”

[Abagail Wolfsong]

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Oh brother, there was again. She really hoped this woman didn't turn that into some kind of pet name, because Abagail didn't like it. It made her sound...nice. Nice and weak. She much preferred her own nickname, but didn't get the chance to correct the woman into using it. “I’m really quite grateful; it’s very difficult to hang onto Selim and the food at the same time.”[/b] Selim? Was that the kid's name?

Er, brat, she meant to think brat.

"It's really no problem...." Abagail said, hoping to end the woman's useless babbling. Impatient as ever. The groceries were a bit heavy, but were really no problem for Abagail. She knew she didn't look it, but she was very fit. Not bulging muscles fit, she hated the look of buff people whose heads were just entirely too small for their disfigured bodies. However, she did have muscles, there were just well toned. Not visible unless you had a trained eye or she flexed, which she kind of had to do at this moment to situate the bags to where she could comfortably carry all of them.

But it wasn't on purpose.

She blinked up at the woman -- who really didn't have that much of a height advantage on her -- when she was finished, just in time to hear her speak again. “Oh, just through the Market, dear.”[/b] Oh, for the love of-! Just how long was she going to continue calling her that?! And, once again, she didn't get much of a chance to correct the elder woman. She's definitely chatty.... Abagail mentally grumbled, wondering if all older women were this social. She listened as the woman described the shopping trip as a 'family tradition', only able to muster a grunt.

It was far too strange of 'tradition'.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I never introduced myself!”[/b]

Abagail nearly stumbled back at the sudden outburst, taken a bit off guard. She blinked at the woman with surprise when she said that, though by the time she introduced her name her countenance had relaxed back into its natural appearance. "Abagail." She said, a bit curt but still friendly. Well, in her own way anyway. "But...just call me Abby." She added, hoping Minna would call her that from now on instead of calling her 'dear' all the time...that was driving her absolutely nuts already, and she had only heard it a few times.

After a moment, Abagail actually thought -- yes, its a miracle -- about Minna's name. It can't be.... "You wouldn't happen to be the widow of the late King Bradley...would you?" She asked suddenly, glancing at the woman briefly. It would fit the little bit she knew about the woman, but she wasn't exactly being very sensitive about the question, and a little piece of her hoped Minna wouldn't take that insultingly. She probably should be, but Abagail didn't think that deeply.

If at all.

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[Minna Bradley]

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The girl’s reassurances that it was really alright made the woman smile. It was nice to know that she wasn’t inconveniencing the other at all, and that it was fine. True, once she paid the child she’d feel much better, but Minna hated putting anyone out of their way, especially if she could get along fine without their help. It would’ve been harder, but at least she knew that the girl was just fine.

She hadn’t meant the startle the girl with her realization, however, and the older woman felt a bit bad about that, wincing inwardly. Still, it wasn’t too bad, and the other’s name brought another smile to her face. “Abagail is a lovely name, dear,” she told the other, her eyes returning to scan the bread, alighting slightly as they fell upon a loaf of what she believed to be Black Bread, her husband’s favorite. “But of course I will call you Abby.” Though she would likely mentally refer to her as Abagail, as she was not one for nicknames. Ah, well. Picking up the loaf and finding that yes, it was indeed Black Bread, the woman shifted Selim slightly, putting a hand into her purse to grab her wallet…

When Abagail asked the question. Oh, she hadn’t expected that one. Pulling her wallet out of her purse, Minna turned her slightly sad eyes upon the younger girl. “Ah, yes, I am. King was my dear husband…” she trailed off slightly, her memory reaching back onto her darling husband’s smile, his laugh… Before the woman abruptly pulled herself together, just a moment later. It had been a year, she could do this. Placing a smile on her face, she pulled out the appropriate amount of money, speaking up to Abagail as she paid the vendor. “Selim is his son, of course. You’ve heard all about him, I assume? He was quite a wonderful Fuhrer.” Minna said, cheerfulness outlining her voice, though she did think to specify that Selim was his son. It boggled her how many thought he was their grandson….

Taking the bread and ignoring the way that Selim was tugging lighting on her elaborate ponytail, at least for now, the woman slipped the loaf into one of the grocery bags the girl was carrying, smiling a bit more genuinely as she stepped over to the fruit vendor. Hm, did he have melon?

[Abagail Wolfsong]

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Good Lord.... She almost twitched when she heard the endearing name being used to address her again, what was it with this woman? She had Abagail's name now and yet she still insisted on calling her 'dear'? “But of course I will call you Abby.”[/b] Ah, much better. She couldn't but grin at the success, maybe she had finally gotten through! A celebration was in order! Or at least, it would be, if Abagail was the 'celebrating' type. She was, but only for extremely important things. For example, she would celebrate when she moved out of her current living arrangement.

Briefly, she almost felt bad for questioning the woman on who her husband was. She seemed to be genuinely caught off guard, and stopped what she had been doing and now looked at Abagail with sad eyes. Yep, the guilt was a fleeting moment. But it had been there. “Ah, yes, I am. King was my dear husband…”[/b] Ouch, now she felt bad for a bit longer. She averted her eyes with a bit of guilt and embarrassment, her lip pursing a bit as the only sign of her emotions. She listened as Minna continued, but didn't return her gaze to the woman until she had addressed Abagail with a question directly.

"Yeah," she started, "I've heard of him. One of my sisters is in the military." She said, feeling no qualms about speaking of her family life with this woman. She didn't seem like much of a threat. The guilt was gone from her eyes, replaced with that usual spark of defiance. Though it wasn't necessarily directed at Minna, in this case it was directed at herself. She was determined not to show a waver in her casualness -- or at least her version of it. She couldn't afford to lose her reputation! Okay so she didn't really care about her ruffian reputation. But she still played the 'tough girl' act with everyone. Only, it wasn't always an act, which some people were daft enough to find out for themselves.

She followed Minna over to the vendor, ignoring the way she fussed over the bread. Abagail didn't understand how two people could need so much food! Of course, she didn't have to do the shopping yet, so there was no way she would ever be able to understand. Not until she had to do it for herself. Of course, she would probably rely on easy-to-make meals, since her cooking lessons thus far had been a huge bust. She almost burnt the house down each time, and then blamed the cooking appliances. Because honestly, where else was the fault to rest? Certainly not her!

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[Minna Bradley]

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Oh, she was certainly happy about being called by her name! It was odd, as Minna didn’t know anyone who was that enthusiastic about it, though Selim had gone through a phase where he wished to be called ‘Lim’. Still, each to their own, she supposed, and she was definitely not a person to be pointing fingers at someone for the oddness department. Though Minna felt she was fairly normal herself, her life, well… Sometimes it felt as if she were a Cosmic Plaything, or a Weirdness Magnet, with the kind of stuff that she tended to get involved with, simply by existing and not trying to mess with it… Hm, her mind was certainly going off on paths today, wasn’t it? Old age, old age…

What point had she been trying to prove again? Ah yes, it was probably perfectly normal for Abagail to like being called by her nickname. She was sure there was some reasoning behind it.

Perhaps it was a blessing that Minna was so busy looking for melon (which they had, yes!), as she didn’t see the look upon Abagail’s face. That probably would’ve made the woman feel guilty. Instead, she was eyeing the melon with her practiced eye, picking one up occasionally to make sure that it truly was okay, and mentally picking out the other fruit she was going to get. The young girl’s statement made her blink in surprise, however, and turn to her.

“Truly?” the woman asked, slightly startled and yet pleased at this piece of information. “What’s her rank and name? Perhaps I’ve run into her before, I spend a decent amount of time at the headquarters.” Mostly because of Selim, of course, and she wasn’t in it too frequently, but she was well-acquainted with far more soldiers than she wanted to be. Ooh, if she did know her sister, she should have the whole family over for dinner one night! That’d be wonderful!

Finding the idea splendid, and adjusting Selim in her arms so that she could better access the fruit (really, it was a sad fact of the world that children really did get heavier the longer one held them), Minna realized that she would end up needing another bag for her fruit, passing over the money for one to the familiar shopkeeper with a smile. Picking out her fruit (pretty much the basics: Grapes, a few apples for Conrad, plus the melon, of course), the woman turned to Abagail with a smile, offering the bag.

Oh, was it too heavy? “Can you carry it all, Abby?” she asked, considering the issue and becoming slightly concerned. She wasn’t sure how strong the other was, melons weren’t the lightest of objects… “I just have to head over to the vegetables, and then I’m done.” And while in the past, she would stop at this cart that made the best rock candy… there wasn’t really a point now.