<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>An Unused Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, Sept. 11, 2017 - 10:00 AM (1000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Is trying to play nice, but the whole tutoring thing is difficult for her to handle.<br/><hr/><br/>She could sense that the idea of doing the classes in her dorm room was a bit uncomfortable for Rahne, but she just figured that the girl was a bit nervous about entering Abigail's personal space and would get over it quickly.  And if not, then they could think about going somewhere else, but it would be a good place to start and let Abigail hopefully relax a little bit.  And right now, she needed to relax because this whole education thing was starting to get on her nerves and make her hate this whole thing.  When they finally took a break, she was grateful for that and would gladly talk about anything to avoid continuing with this torture disguised as education because that's definitely what it was.<br/><br/>The talk about what she might wanna do after all of this caught her off guard.  She had never really thought about what she wanted to do.  She'd always been so consumed with the idea of surviving from one day to the next that the idea that survival might not be a concern someday had never occurred to her.  She frowned for a moment as she thought about it.  Abigail had no idea what she'd want to actually do, but returning to the streets wasn't it.<strong>"I've never, you know, thought about stuff like that,"</strong>she said softly,<strong>"I suppose it's something that I'm going to have to start thinking about one of these days."</strong><br/><br/>However, today wasn't that day and she was glad to move on to talking about their pasts.  At least that was something she didn't have to worry about hiding since it was clear that alot of people around here had rough histories as well.  As Rahne talked a bit about her past, it was obvious that she wasn't giving all the details, or even most of the details.  But Abigail knew not to pry too hard.  Everyone had their secrets and pushing for them too hard was a recipe for disaster.  She'd let Rahne just tell her what she was comfortable with and leave it at that for now.  But when it was her turn, Medusa had no issues with talking about her past and what she'd done to end up getting here.<br/><br/><strong>"My story.....I suppose to some it's interesting,"</strong>she admitted,<strong>"I was raised in a catholic orphanage until I was ten and then I ran away.  Kept running for a few years until I ended up in Chicago and settled there.  I had some friends....a lover.....but I lost him.  After that, I did what I had to in order to survive."</strong>She paused as she looked at this girl and wondered if she could handle the rest of the story.  She seemed to uptight to understand it, but Abigail would tell her anyway she decided.<strong>"My power allowed me to lure men in with the promise of sex, but as soon as we were alone, I'd incapacitate them and take their money before leaving them.  It was an easy racket, after all whose gonna admit to being taken out by a hooker?"</strong>She smiled lightly at her comments as she watched Rahne's reactions.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, it had to end eventually,"</strong>she admitted after a moment,<strong>"Someone up high in some government office was cruising for sex and found me.  I thought it was a normal john and did my usual to him and a couple of days later, I'm surrounded by cops.  They put me in jail and I was probably gonna be staying there if not for Xavier.  He.....he did save me."</strong>The last few words tasted bitter in her mouth as she admitted them.  Jail or prison would've been awful for her and she knew it.  Like it or not, Xavier had saved her from a bad fate and brought her here where she might have a chance.  She supposed she at least owed it to the man to try at this academic stuff if that was all he was really asking of her.<strong>"So why don't we give this question another shot, huh?  So what exactly am I missing here?"</strong>