[hr][h3][color=a36209]Abraham Gene[/color][/h3][sub][@Mr Allen J][/sub][hr]
“Yeah, my father was [i]very[/i] religious.” Abe said in response to Jasmine's comment on his name. Eh, sort of. His father liked to say he was. He must have been at one point, with the crosses he had around his house, but Abe was certain he hadn't touched a Bible in years. Jasmine continued talking, and Abe laughed at her comments regarding Henry, Blair, and Kenna, having taken them right from his mouth.

"I wonder if there was a mistake somewhere... did we get put on the wrong ship?" Jasmine asked in jest, she had a playful smile on her face the whole time. "God, I hope so, I don't think I can take a few years of this. It'll make the airlock look enticing!"

“Well, I don't know about you,” Abe began, “but [i]my[/i] lot in life is to win. God help me if seeing a few monsters is enough to throw myself into space. No reason to end my biography so soon, eh?”

His eyes ended up falling back on the orange, glowing poster on the wall nearby. The Combatica Challenge. He looked back at Jasmine with a smile.

“You an athlete? You seem kind of sporty.” He asked.




[hr][h3][color=6ecff6]Andrea Pasternack[/color][/h3][sub][@JunkMail][/sub][hr]
"I, uh..." Wednesday finally began. "I've had to hurt a lot of people. I'm not here for the same reason the rest of you are, if that makes sense." She said, trying to put it in layman's terms. 

Andrea looked down, closed her eyes and huffed a sharp breath through her nose. Not that she was frustrated, no, she actually looked amused if the slight smile on her face indicated anything. She wasn't oblivious with Wednesday's nervousness. She picked up out of the corner of her eye the girl looking behind her periodically. Had she not felt safe? She could Arianna was trailing them, perhaps that was putting her off? Anyways, Andrea found her words amusing for the simple fact that it was just a repeat of what Arianna had told her, and even that was something Andrea could pick up on her own. Indeed, not for the same reason as the rest of them – one didn't even have to be psychic. An innocent child wouldn't need to be escorted everywhere she went, but what interested Andrea was the stress Wednesday was feeling underneath the surface.

However, it was becoming clearer that she was burying those feelings deeper and deeper the more Andrea pressed. If Wednesday didn't want to share, she wasn't going to. They'd have to build up trust first. To a degree, Andrea already did, but only to the degree that she didn't expect judgment from Wednesday. They both suffered through harsh walks of life; Andrea just didn't know what could set her off, or if violence was her go-to problem-solving tool. She let her ask her question, and Andrea appeared thoughtful in her answer.

“This will be my second year.” Andrea said. “I didn't come here like the others, too. I was a rescue.”

Her nervous tick went from clicking her pretty red fingernails together to picking at them. The thought of her past put some amount of stress on her, but she figured it was necessary to share if they were supposed to start building trust with one another.

“The Promise program saved me after... well...” 

Andrea hesitated.

“It was a long four months of drug addiction and street living... I don't take any pride in it.”

There was a brief moment of silence as she let the words sink in. It felt like she was doing that more for herself than she was for Wednesday. Her eyes shot downward as she crinkled her brows, a look of disdain, but it wasn't aimed toward anyone. She still has a hard time accepting that time of her life, as well as herself.

Andrea finally sighed to lift some of the weight off her chest. “I went to study law at Cambridge, you know. I guess it goes to show that it can happen to anyone.”