[Open | Ongoing]

[daystararcher]

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?

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[frost_la_magra]

Noise, noise, noise

[daystararcher]

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]

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]

"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.

[_devil_inside]

God, but he was bored. There was shit-all to do around this fucking place; the baddies what had been visible weren't much to worry about, nothing like his usual prey. But Dante was tired of sitting in his warehouse, watching the peeling paint chip. Hence his little jaunt around town.

Noise attracted his ear as he sauntered across the bridge leading to the park; hell, maybe somebody had taken some sort of initiative and was doing something constructive or even better, maybe someone'd found something that needed killing and God wasn't he ripe for that shit? Nevertheless, the hunter veered towards it in his leisurely saunter; no sense getting in a hurry unless the screams started. And even then, it depended on the price

[daystararcher]

The motions were learned, engraved in to her head since the day that she had learned them. Honestly Abby couldn't say how long she had been out there in the park simply trying to wear her anger out of herself, but it had been long enough her arms and her hands were marked with various forms of cuts. Not that it bothered her a single bit. It was part of the course- not to mention something to keep her going.

One solid punch landed at the 'targets' chest was enough to finally get her to stop at least for a moment. That one she might have overdone it a little on, but it wasn't something that was going to stop her from getting right back to practicing. From the corner of her eye she caught a flash of red causing the young woman to quickly turn her head in that direction. He wasn't a man that she knew, the coat being a little over the top in her opinion, but that was just her. Nodding her head in greeting, Abigail stepped back from the target using the time to pull her gloves off to check her knuckles.

[_devil_inside]

Not bad. Not bad at all. Gal had spunk; he'd give her that. Waiting a respectful beat until she'd finished venting her PMS, Dante nodded in return and pulled the piece of wood out of his mouth long enough to drawl by way of hello, "Feel better, do ya?"

But his smile was easy, and his tone light; he wasn't here to start shit, to cop attitude, or any other sort of drama. Used to a much more high action lifestyle, the hunter was plain bored to shit.

Sorry for being slow! Notifs are of fail :(

[daystararcher]

"No."

In all honestly it was going to take a lot for Abby to start feeling better. Of course her definition of better and the man's were probably warped enough that, in some form or fashion, the answer would have still been a no. Tucking her gloves in to her back pockets the woman studied the bruises that were starting to form along her knuckles only allowing a breath through her nose as her only response towards it.

A quick glance towards the man and his easy tone was surprising to say the least. Most people here she had encountered so far either had chips on their shoulders or were soured from their experiences here. Abby's was mostly carry-over. "You're Dante aren't you?"

[panterakitten]

It was the scent that poured from her abrasions and cuts that drew Sebast to her place. Those blinking blue eyes shown brightly from the nearest tree. Not much place to hide, but more than enough room to fit his small body snuggly at a height advantage in a tree. The bone tail swayed along the bark, scraping and dragging. Tiny claws from his paw hands scratched in a kneeding way.

He didn't understand. Making red was beautiful in a sense, and he couldn't stop himself from watching.

[daystararcher]

Ever get that feeling you were being watched? Abby had that feeling soon after the kitling had worked his way in to his current hiding tree. Being watched was something that Whistler had grown to sense having worked around vampires for most of her life in some form or another. Her actions became more concentrated, trying her best to suppress her anger, to be more focused on what was at hand.

Pausing only once the young Hunter stopped only long enough to glance over her shoulder. There wasn't anyone there on the ground that she could see... but that still didn't get rid of that feeling. Stepping over to her jacket she pulled the UV arc out from hiding, collapsed in to its folded shape, but there if she needed it.

[panterakitten]

His tiny body inched closer, watching with eagar satisfaction. He didn't know what she was doing. What was the point of kicking something that wasn't alive? Little sniffs left his nose. Then she moved toward her coat. His ears popped up swiveling around for any noise she made. Something was in her hand and he wanted to see it.

The hunter was agile. The body was sleek. Perfection in its finest. He would not be seen. A hunter knew to stay low and wait for the opponents weaknesses. Sebast had this down to key, knowing when ambush was appropriate. There was absolutely no way anyone would ever find him.

Except he was getting far too excited and his tail was lashing against the tree branch in swishes, and not to mention the small giggling.