Whistle While You Work

Abigail Whistler, Abby to friends. Nightstalker, vampire hunter. D'you really need to know more?

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i-am-bloody-drive-shaft started following you

…Don’t I know you from somewhere?

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*sings part of You All Everybody* You ever heard that song? That’s me. Well, that’s us. Drive Shaft. *grins brightly* I’m Charlie, Charlie Pace. 

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Her expression lights up and her lips twitch into a grin as she recognizes the song.

“Oh, yeah! I know your music. You’re a friend of Hurley’s, yeah? I’m Abby Whistler.”

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“You’ve heard of Drive Shaft and you know Hurley?” He beamed and offered a hand. “Absolute pleasure to meet you, Abby.” 

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"Sure have and sure do." She chuckled at his enthusiasm and took his hand in a firm handshake. "Likewise, Charlie. You're all kinds of famous, y'know? Thought I heard something on the news 'bout you being dead though, your bandmates releasing a new album. What's up with that?"

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I would appreciate it.

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Why’s that? You’re a nice enough guy. Least you’re not a douchenozzle who needs a good asswhooping, like some of the men I’ve come across in my life.

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Look at me. Everyone picks on the fat guy. They don’t care to know you as long as they can hassle you.

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Seriously? Sounds like you've been hangin' out with the wrong people. Pretty damn shallow of them.

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chaosshallreign started following you

alanfuckingkhan started following you

nightstalkerabby started following you

i-am-the-batwoman started following you

sassygayfrost started following you

     “Almost seems like I’ve become Mr. Popular ‘round these parts, don’t it?”

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More like Mr. Shady. Who are you?

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I would appreciate it.

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You’re probably the first to ever say that. C’mon, let’s get your precious toe some ice. -Wink-

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I mean it. You’re one of the few women to actually treat me with some respect right out of the gate.

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Why's that? You're a nice enough guy. Least you're not a douchenozzle who needs a good asswhooping, like some of the men I've come across in my life.

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I would appreciate it.

nightstalkerabby replied to your post: Hey.

Need some ice?

You’re a nice lady.

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You're probably the first to ever say that. C'mon, let's get your precious toe some ice. -Wink-

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Comment on reconnait un “vrai” ??^^ Ben, il achète le DVD de Blade Trinity même si il le trouve très (mais alors très) moyen juste pour le mettre derrière sa figurine Abigail Whistler par Hot Toys qui est tiré de ce film. C’est le souci du détail mesdames et messieurs!^^

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I'm a toy.

Huh.

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regeneratingdegenerate replied to your post: ♐

((See you there ;D))

{Yes :3 Gdfhkdfjgh excited. LFCC here we come ;D}

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OOC:

i remember when bal used to be a funny character and didn’t give me feels

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{Whoops there go the feels}

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You Con, I Kick Ass || Abby & Sawyer

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True, the illusion was an easier sell when he cleaned himself up and put on a suit - but that just cranked up the curiosity factor a few more notches. He did make money. A lot of it, on a fairly regular basis. The thing was, though, unless he was actually in the midst of working a con, he tended to opt out of the monkey suit. When he played his part, everything about him was a lie. And while he was definitely laying the bullshit on pretty thick right now, it was the kind of bullshit that worked just fine in jeans.

Scrooge McDuck. That made him quirk a grin. He was usually the one who dealt out the nicknames. Yet another parallel, it seemed. 

And what was it that made him good at what he did? 

“Steady tongue, quick mouth,” he said easily. “Already told ya, sweetheart - I’m a people person.”

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Well, that didn’t lead them anywhere. They were dancing around in circles, and here she was hoping his feet would get tired. It didn’t much look like it so far. Her lips pressed together until her mouth formed a small stripe, and a silence fell between them. What now? More boldness? She had no idea how to prod him for a reaction at this point. One thing was for sure, though: if she wanted more information, she was going to have to pull it out of him. And that appeared to be a particularly tricky task.

Her lips slowly arched up into a smirk as she came to the realization she did have a good angle to play off of at this point. All she’d need was for him to bite. That’d be the hardest part, but she’d be damned if she didn’t take the challenge. She dug her thumbs into her jeans pockets and shifted her weight to one leg, jutting out her hip nonchalantly. One corner of her mouth traveled upward more so her smirk became lopsided, almost casual. Her tone of voice was much the same.

“We should trade jobs for a day, take each other for a hike along the business road. Pretty sure we could teach each other a few nifty tricks. That, and I’d love to see that steady tongue of yours in action.”

The other corner of her mouth was now raised to match the other side, displaying the largest smirk on her face.

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It had come to the point in the game where it was time to either raise, call, or fold. And that little dare she’d just come up with - well, that was a raise if Sawyer had ever seen one. So it was his play, and he could either settle and take the bait, or lay down his cards and walk away from the table. He had to hand it to her: she knew what she was doing. 

Much as he might’ve wanted to bite, to say I’ll show you mine if you show me yours and find out what the hell she meant by ‘pest control’, the quid pro quo was the dangerous part. It didn’t seem likely that this woman was - what, a cop or something, trying to trip him up so she could break out the handcuffs (and not even in a kinky way), but stranger things had happened. None of what he did fell into the category of legal, and he had absolutely no plans to get arrested anytime soon. 

He eyed her, not letting the smirk drop from his face. Everything about her stance was easy, loose and relaxed, as casual as can be. Except her eyes. She wanted him to slip up, and she wasn’t folding until he did. 

Sawyer leaned his head to the side, running his tongue across his upper lip. “Tell you what,” he said finally, with a little wryness in his tone. “I got a meeting tonight. With a client. How ‘bout you swing by and take notes?” And if she thought he was admitting defeat, then let her; a few hours was enough time to do a background check. Everybody had a paper trail. If any paper existed on Abigail Whistler, he was gonna find it. 

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Despite the small jolt of accomplishment that surged through her mind at his words, her face remained as composed as before. She couldn't drop the game now, in fact, it had only just started. Oh, she'd take notes alright, but she'd prepare for a hell of a lot more than just a banking adventure. Who knew what business she'd just talked herself into? It wasn't very likely Abby wouldn't be able to handle it. She'd been living life on the edge ever since she was a young girl, risking her life because a woman like herself had fairly little to lose. This was just the cherry on top, so to speak.

She looked him up and down, her eyes still prying, but looking for other aspects now. He was toned, muscular even. Weathered look, confident demeanor. Would he be able to stand his ground in her line of business? Who knew. It was a rather crazy fleeting thought that buzzed through her mind, but if he was going to hop along for the ride with her in exchange for her doing the same with him, she hoped he would at least know how to handle a gun. 

Her fingers trailed over her hips until they found her back pockets, digging deep into them. She tipped her head backward just a bit, her eyes finding their fix on his again. This was a woman confident enough to leap into adventure head-first, and she had the feeling he wasn't very unlike her in that aspect.

"Gimme a time, place, what to wear and what to bring aside from my notebook and I'll be there."

Her sentence would have sounded uncharacteristically meek, far too compliant for her standards, if it hadn't been for the cheeky undertone. Cards were still on the table, the game was in full action now. Aces versus Royal Flush, but the hands were yet undetermined. That ultimately made it all too enticing.

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You Con, I Kick Ass || Abby & Sawyer

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“And lemme guess…you’re the best there is at what you do?”

But what you do best ain’t very nice. [Of course, Abby. Throw in a dorky reference  for a change, sure he’ll appreciate that]. She inwardly cringed at her own remark, but her face remained as steeled as ever, apart from the small smirk that quirked her lips. His little confession did make her wonder, though. If he really was as good at his so-called banking business, that would lead her to believe he was rich, too. Then, what was a rich man doing dressed like that, in a place like this? If she was rich—-

She stopped herself right there. If she’d been rich, she’d still have ended up in this business. This wasn’t about the money. She had scores to settle, and it’d take a long time before she and the pests she controlled were even.

“So, what’s it that makes you so outstanding in your line of business, Scrooge McDuck?”

The left corner of her mouth twitched a little, threatening to break out into the widest smirk, but she ducked her head, took a deep breath and managed to contain herself. She found herself increasingly amused with luring him out for a reaction, still ever so curious where the conversation would lead. Like a good game of poker, stakes were high, the winner yet unknown. This could go on for a while yet.

[ijustshotabear-blog]

True, the illusion was an easier sell when he cleaned himself up and put on a suit - but that just cranked up the curiosity factor a few more notches. He did make money. A lot of it, on a fairly regular basis. The thing was, though, unless he was actually in the midst of working a con, he tended to opt out of the monkey suit. When he played his part, everything about him was a lie. And while he was definitely laying the bullshit on pretty thick right now, it was the kind of bullshit that worked just fine in jeans.

Scrooge McDuck. That made him quirk a grin. He was usually the one who dealt out the nicknames. Yet another parallel, it seemed. 

And what was it that made him good at what he did? 

“Steady tongue, quick mouth,” he said easily. “Already told ya, sweetheart - I’m a people person.”

[nightstalkerabby-blog]

Well, that didn't lead them anywhere. They were dancing around in circles, and here she was hoping his feet would get tired. It didn't much look like it so far. Her lips pressed together until her mouth formed a small stripe, and a silence fell between them. What now? More boldness? She had no idea how to prod him for a reaction at this point. One thing was for sure, though: if she wanted more information, she was going to have to pull it out of him. And that appeared to be a particularly tricky task.

Her lips slowly arched up into a smirk as she came to the realization she did have a good angle to play off of at this point. All she'd need was for him to bite. That'd be the hardest part, but she'd be damned if she didn't take the challenge. She dug her thumbs into her jeans pockets and shifted her weight to one leg, jutting out her hip nonchalantly. One corner of her mouth traveled upward more so her smirk became lopsided, almost casual. Her tone of voice was much the same.

"We should trade jobs for a day, take each other for a hike along the business road. Pretty sure we could teach each other a few nifty tricks. That, and I'd love to see that steady tongue of yours in action."

The other corner of her mouth was now raised to match the other side, displaying the largest smirk on her face.

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"What? Yeah right, you're shittin' me-." she managed to stop half way till she even gave two damns. "Yeah, so I tried to act surprised it didn't work." Ana said bluntly and then watched the other woman's gaze to see what exactly she was talking about.

"I don't know, just this big...thing of smoke with enough noise to wake the dead and yeah. It just comes out of no where in the middle of an island and whatever happens it's not pretty."

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It relieved Abby to know that the woman didn't even ask very many questions about her line of business. Usually, people'd either know of the existence of vampires, be hunters themselves or think she's a lunatic. By the looks of it, this woman was none of the above options. 

Abigail pushed her eyebrows together in a deep frown, combing her fingers through her hair as if it would help her make sense of it all.

"That's...how's that even happen? Do you have any idea where it came from, originally?"