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May 18, 2010 12:06

Who: Abigail Whistler, OTA
When: Early evening, May 18th
Where: Somewhere in the park then who knows
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: Abby needs to blow off some steam and get her thoughts in order. What better way then to practice, practice, practice?

( “No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late” )

† deacon frost, , † dante sparda, † sebast, † abigail whistler

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frost_la_magra May 18 2010, 16:24:14 UTC

Noise, noise, noise ( ... )

daystararcher May 18 2010, 16:50:45 UTC

Abby turned her head enough to glance over her shoulder at Frost. She might not have ever encountered the man, but she knew who he was and what he had done. Some of the lines about her face hardened enough that one more solid blow to the 'training dummy' nearly cracked her knuckles. Self destructive behavior? Perhaps. It was enough to remind Abigail that pain was real and mistakes did happen. Not to mention more the reason for her to work harder on getting better. "Always."

Her reply was simple. There was always the proverbial 'big bad wolf' that needed dealt with. In this place perhaps not so much, but that wasn't going to stop Whistler from keeping her A-game at the ready. "Wanna be the first?"

frost_la_magra May 18 2010, 16:58:31 UTC

Women in this place had some serious issues, as far as he was concerned. Not that he didn't have any, in fact he felt he had far too many. Though many of these stemmed from other people and not himself, after living a long life you tend to work out most of your personal issues or come to terms with them. He knew he was an egotistical asshole with power issues, and he accepted it and moved on with life-- or un-life as some people called it.

"You're more than welcome to try, but I can assure you it wont end in your favor." He's still smirking, not bothered at all by her attitude. It was something he was used to, not just back home but here too. The usual reaction to him was anger or distrust, not that he minded. "I didn't come here with the intent of making you into another body to throw on the pile, but if you're looking to fight I wont hesitate to send you back to the clinic you just got out of."

daystararcher May 19 2010, 15:34:25 UTC

"If I were looking for a fight," Abby replied honestly, "then I wouldn't have started talking to you." Her fight wasn't with him. Not yet at least. The rules were still sketchy to her having not seen a particular set laid out on not fighting other residents. Needless to say her current issues had nothing to do with the current man she was speaking with. Even if she did feel the need to put a stake through his heart.

Stepping away from the training dummies the young woman took her time only glancing once at the cuts about her person before moving to pick up her jacket. Her anger was still there, seeded deep enough for the time being. If picking a fight would get it gone then she would do it. Just not with Frost.

frost_la_magra May 19 2010, 18:55:47 UTC

"Never know, some people like to chat before they die, or attempt to kill-- whatever the case may be." The want to put a stake through Frost's heart isn't that unusual, you get used to it. He cocks his head to the side a little as he pushes up off of the tree so he could get a better look.

"Something wrong?" That much was obvious, but he just had to ask. Not because he cared, honestly he didn't, but he was bored and it was something to get his mind off of his own issues. Besides, he was curious about this hunter, far and few between were female. Sure there was Buffy, but that wasn't a choice it was more of a calling. He'd met and killed dozens or so, but few were anything more than muscle with a stake in hand.

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