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[Abigail likes attention. It's the motivating factor in almost everything she does. And as a child, she's pretty much lost all cunning.
Her voice recorder kicks on and a little 8-year old Puritan starts throwing the biggest damn tantrum on earth, with all the histrionics that entails - screaming, sobbing, and utter hysterics.]
You cannot ply me with sweets!
Send me home! Send me home or God will condemn you for keeping an innocent woman prisoner! I am innocent to a whore!
I want my mama and papa!
[Abigail's tantrum dissolves into one long, ear-splitting scream. She's got awesome lung capacity for kid.]
[OOC: Oh hell yes, she did.]
Her voice recorder kicks on and a little 8-year old Puritan starts throwing the biggest damn tantrum on earth, with all the histrionics that entails - screaming, sobbing, and utter hysterics.]
You cannot ply me with sweets!
Send me home! Send me home or God will condemn you for keeping an innocent woman prisoner! I am innocent to a whore!
I want my mama and papa!
[Abigail's tantrum dissolves into one long, ear-splitting scream. She's got awesome lung capacity for kid.]
[OOC: Oh hell yes, she did.]