the girl with the butterfly tattoo.

Dylan Abrams lost boy and thief life for a thief is very simple; want, take, have.

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silvercarlton:

The engine roared as she pulled in front of the building. She slide the helmet off her head, her hair falling in messy curls down her back. Her lips were turned up slightly at the corners, a ghost of her previous smile with a tiny bit of sparkle in her eyes. Silver had missed going that fast through the streets. 

“I wonder who was taking care of you…”

Dylan opened the window; the sound of the engine had disturbed her from practising her lock-picking skills and caused her to break a pin in half. “Oi, Oi, S.” She called down from the window, letting go of the frustration when she realised the distraction had come from Silver. “When did you get back?”

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effiesjones:

“Well, until the morning after.” Effie joked, laughing softly.

Dylan smiled, nodding in agreement with Effie. “That’s tomorrows problem, coffee breath is very much a clear and present danger.”

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tinkerannabelle:

“Can’t.” Tink mumbled before taking another sip. “One last appointment before my shift is over, and I’ve never been the kind that could take a simple fifteen minute nap. Once I’m asleep, I’m gone for the next 8 hours.”  

“Maybe a eight hour nap would do you some good. It might take some of the edge off of your bad day.” She placed her drink down on the bar, leaning back ever so slightly on the stool and scanned the crowd with her brown eyes; searching for a target. 

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curlyrnoble:

“I got that.” He cocked an eyebrow at how quickly she settled on place, comfortable with his beer; he picked the one labelled for John, knowing well he wasn’t going there any time soon. “Really?” The soft smile was there, even though he tried to cough it off before covering with his bottle, taking a swig. 

“Shit happened.” Dylan shrugged, she didn’t see any point in digging up a past that Robbie could remember or one that she wanted to delve into right now. “So, this amnesia thing you have going on. Is it permanent?”

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effiesjones:

“Doesn’t alcohol give you the same negatives, on top of ruining your liver?”

“Tequila breath is better than coffee breath.”

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olliehess:

“No, not really. I was just being a little…nevermind. Sorry I said anything.” He shrugged, not really wanting to say anything else to them. Sure, his opinion wasn’t warranted, but he meant it in the nicest possible way. 

“Just don’t try and be my shrink and we’ll be five by five, okay?”

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tinkerannabelle:

“Just a bad day, Dylan. Ever heard of those?” Tink rolled her eyes before taking a sip of the drink the bartender sat in front of her. “Thanks.” The blonde nodded at the drinks while glancing at the Dylan.

“Then take a nap or a siesta.” retorted Dylan, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a sip. This was why she avoided the Green Fairy in the past if she wasn't with the boys; The Fairies were as bitchy as they were beautiful. 

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curlyrnoble:

“There isn’t one with your name…” He glanced into the fridge again, and wondered what had she done so there wouldn’t be a bottle with her name on it, but ones with Silver’s and Harry’s. “You can keep mine.” Robbie slid the bottle towards her, leaning against the counter. “So… We were friends, we were…not?”

“I wasn't here.” She reminded him, “I’ve been taking some me time. Some R’n’R if you will.” She reached for the bottle, perching herself on top of the kitchen table and swinging her legs backwards and forwards. “We were friends, everyone here is pretty much friends. We didn’t see eye to eye once but we got past it.”

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effiesjones:

“I can’t be sure about that… I’ve never really enjoyed alcohol.” Effie admitted, putting a few more glasses away as she looked over at the fellow brunette.

“I’ve never really enjoyed coffee.” Dylan confessed, joining Effie on the other side of the bar and reaching up on her tiptoes to tidy away the glasses she had picked up for Effie. “Bad breath and bad teeth. Big turn off.”

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curlyrnoble:

He nodded, lips pressed together. Her reaction was already expected, even though Robbie always slightly felt more and more frustrated at every little thing he tried to remember and couldn’t. “I’m Robbie, but I think you know.”

“Can I get a beer then?” Fitting back in with the Lost Boys was proving to be easier than she thought it would have been. A lot had changed over the last two years, she had felt it as soon as she arrived back in the underground city for criminals. It had made Dylan feel like she was walking on egg shells her first day back, the place seemed to hum with electricity that crackled with tension that could explode at any moment. It came as a relief to Dylan when she could slide into her old routine of stealing Robbie’s beers, even if he couldn’t remember it.

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tinkerannabelle:

Annabelle felt someone sit down on the barstool next to hers. Without turning to look at whomever it was the blonde sneered, “Unless you’re here to buy me a drink or request an appointment, then please get lost.”

“What crawled up your arse and died?” She asked, raising a brow at the Fairy before she signalled for the bartender to fetch the pair of them some drinks. 

[olliehess]

“Shit, uh….well, if you keep acting that way, I doubt it’ll get any better.” Oliver crossed his arms and stared at the person. “You need to start thinking rationally before you go ‘round making stupid decisions.” He knew he was probably one of the biggest hypocrites around, but that didn’t really matter at the moment.

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Dylan sighed, heavily. Who the hell was this guy and who was he to accuse her of making reckless decisions and not thinking rationally. Everything Dylan ever did was all down to her clever and rational thinking. It was what made her such a good thief, she never executed a plan without considering all the variables. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about the people she chose to talk to in bars and told them she had recently returned to Neverland. “Who are you, my conscience?” 

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curlyrnoble:

“Oh. You’ve been gone…” He bit his bottom lip, looking away for a second, frowning. “I’m sorry… It’s sort of, something happened, and I don’t remember much, so…”

Dylan made a surprised sound, nobody had told her about what had happened to Robbie yet but then she had only been back in Neverland for a few short days. “Yeah, I’ve been gone. Europe, mostly. I’m Dylan, I guess.” Was she supposed to say it was nice to meet you?

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effiesjones:

“Oh hello, Dylan.” Effie greeted at the sound of the familiar voice, awkwardly placing some of the glasses down on the counter so they wouldn’t fall. “Thank you for the offer but you really don’t have to help; cleaning isn’t much fun.”

“You’re not wrong.” Dylan agreed, picking up the glasses that Effie had just placed on the counter. “It’s much more fun drinking out of these things than it is cleaning them away.”

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silvercarlton:

“Dyl?” It didn’t come as naturally any more, she had to think about her actions, her responses. It was like a part of her personality was closed off to her. “It’s, uh, it’s good to have you back.”

“Thanks.” Dylan frowned, she didn’t know how to speak to this version of Silver. A version that reminded Dylan all too much of herself before she had arrived in Neverland. 

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curlyrnoble:

“We can only hope…” He glanced at the bottles and remembered about the labels, with a half smile, he asked. “Okay, sorry, what’s your name again?”

“What’s my name? I know I’ve been gone for over two years but I didn’t think you would forget me that easily.”

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