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May, 2010... Fantasy became reality. Worlds overlay for the briefest moment. Outworlders became stranded on earth as more than half the human populace vanished. Our World, our universe, was transformed.

Fiction is now reality. Humans and those now bound to this world will either learn to coexist, or battle for supremecy.

JUNE 13, 2019 - Family emergency  took a bad turn so had to stay away but now things are finally calming down. Hope to get going again shortly. Thanks for understanding. ~ZEPH

Abernathy Wynn

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About Abernathy Wynn

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    Human w/Altered Pet
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    NYPD - Detective (Violent Crimes)
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    New York, New York (Tribeca)
    Abby has always been underestimated for her looks. Dimples peak at the slightest of smiles and smirkes, sable hair tumble past her shoulders and midway to her back in soft curls. She stays fit and active, so she is fairly thin but by no means petite. She has acquired muscles over the years, while still retaining some of her soft, feminine attributes. Abby has always favored floral print and maxidresses when the weather's warm. As it gets colder, she dons a lot of coats and more neutral colors. She rarely has an outfit for a nightout unless her sister convinces her. Most of the 'sexy' outfits were chosen by or borrowed from her sister.
    Friendly, witty, with also a bit of sass, Abby is often underestimated for her looks. One could say that she wasn't at all fazed by the new world, but in fact, she's quite shaken. She's just good at hiding her worries and insecurities. She's tough and is extremely protective of her younger sister. There's still a wary nature about her and trust is definitely an earned rite. She stands by "don't judge a book by its cover," especially with things as they are now. People are still people, regardless of how they look on the outside - and people can still be monsters regardless of how they look. It's hard to not judge, but Abby's doing her best to stay true to her good morals and beliefs.
    Her NYPD Badge
    A police issued smartphone
    A Galaxy Samsung for personal use
    A Smith & Wesson M&P9
    A rescued white Siberian husky named Ghost (slightly altered after the Nevus; Ghost can literally walk through walls and take on a transparent form)
    A pearl white G35, 2019 model
    Margaret Wynn, younger sister.
    Ghost, pet/best friend.
    Faye Johnson, TBD
    Raeden Seiko, Detective


    Not exactly an ability of hers per say, but Abby came across a stray majestic creature - a white Siberian Husky when taking a turn at Central Park one cold morning. Not a werewolf, not a beast of any kind, but a stray dog starving for human affection. It didn't have a collar, and since Margie wouldn't mind, she took the stray in herself.

    Abby later learned that the stray wasn't just an ordinary dog however. Already well-trained, the dog earned his name when he badly startled Abby by literally jumping through the door to greet her with slobbering kisses when she returned home late from work.

    Ghost abilities are limited however. The transparency is an unconscious effort, akin to Zero from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Usually when he's sleeping, his body would flicker in and out of sight or remain in a transparent stasis. It seemed sporadic in the beginning, but Ghost seemed used to the idea that he could do these amazing things. When he's well fed and adored, Ghost can walk through thin plaster, wood, metal, and thick steel.

    The only downside is that Ghost can only carry one object at a time through the wall/floor. Smaller items, he can gather together to push out at once but the bigger the item, the most likely it'll tire him out. Ghost is 60cm and weighs 27kg. He has to maintain contact with whomever and whatever he is carrying through the wall at all times. The most taxing for Ghost would be taking a human with him, but Abby has yet to test herself or anyone else since she's a little afraid of what might happen.

    Once he masters this ability however, he is only limited to that one person for the day. It takes more time getting used to a human being dragged through the wall as opposed to an object that he can push through. People are... well alive and complex, and there are risks in dragging them along if he isn't at his best. Again, he has to maintain contact at ALL times for the transfer to work. If he so much as let go an inch, the person - or he - would end up stuck. Otherwise, once he is used to the mass and size of the person - for example, Abby. He'd be able to perform this trick more than once - up to a max of three times (note that it's always after a meal or a treat), four is pushing it, and five would lead to a fatal collapse for the poor dog. Inanimate objects are less likely to tax Ghost since he can easily recover. Other animals carry the same limit as people - judging by the mass and size, he'd have an easier time dealing with other animals. Like all living things, Ghost requires sustenance to be able to perform his abilities and to use them to their fullest potential. Already well trained, he has shown an immeasurable amount of intelligence that may or may not be from the Nevus.
    Standard hand-to-hand combat and grappling
    Accurate shot
    Motorcycle license
    Long distance running (compensation for her height)
    Proud-to-be Sushi Chef (some women like to bake; she likes to make sushi)
    Degree in child development and criminal justice
    Born to a middle class family in Brooklyn, Abby learned to take no one and nothing for granted. Her dad (Errol Wynn) was a police commissioner and her mom (Lilian Wynn) was a high school teacher in the slums. With a younger sister (Margaret Wynn) born six years later, Abby took it upon herself to be helpful around the house since her dad's work meant his constant absence at the dinner table.

    Already dedicated to being a role model to her baby sister and the ever helpful daughter, Abby worked as a babysitter throughout high school in order to save for her college tuition. She was adamant about not relying on her parents' help, and attended Brooklyn College first before following her father's footsteps into the police academy. The first four years after high school was devoted to her criminal justice degree, because she believed that a higher education was just as important for a more solid and credible career in the force. She also minored in child development because even with all the schooling and hard work, she still made time to volunteer at children hospitals and elementary schools. Somehow, she managed to fit in a social life (however little it was) and part-time work.

    So, Abby set her goals and did was required of being the next great detective. She finished college, enrolled in the New York State Academy, and left no room for romance until she got to where she wanted. The toughest part was working under her father's shadow in the Brooklyn Precinct, let alone deal with the gender-bashing stereotypes with being a female cop. But, Abby persevered. Despite seeing a different and demanding side of her dad, she worked even harder, taking risks, experiencing near death encounters, but never putting any one else's life on the line aside from her own.

    For two years, she was given ridiculously high expectations, but that was because her dad was trying to keep her safe. He wanted badly for her to pursue a safer and less life-threatening career, like her younger sister's choice in becoming an elementary school teacher. In the end, Abby stayed on the path but that meant having to leave her dad's precinct, so that she could really do this on her own.

    By the time she was twenty-four, she had proved many wrong. She wasn't just a pretty face on the field, but a tough one. But it was by this time, when she was finally donning street clothes in crime scene investigations that the Nevus hit. She thought she was already prepared for the worst of the world, but the universe apparently had more things to toss their way. The first thing was to ensure mankind's safety, despite her need to panic. Reality was already a quesitonable aspect in Philosophy, but it was very concrete and well, real.

    Abby's world flipped upside down, but she had no time to dwell on her shock as others did at the station. She had to shut out the urge to run and hide, and throw herself out there to make sure that no one was hurt and provide a shelter for those in need. Like everyone else, she had no time to cope, but to watch as reality shifted. She took action when necessary and when she could, she went to see her family. Unfortunately, the precinct her father worked at had been destroyed with little to no survivors. Her mother however was safe and sound, as well as the elementary school her sister worked at.

    But another problem came into fruition - her sister was missing. As the world slowly started rebuilding itself and with the government in shambles, Abby wasn't able to continue that linear and dedicated path to homicide detective until a resolution. Magic became a part of the norm, myths into reality as monsters and strange being roamed the streets. Abby had never been one for discrimination. She took the change in stride but was much more focused on keeping her family together and safe.

    Eventually, she did find her sister. Margaret, after a year gone, showed up at the family home in Brooklyn looking a mess. Turned out that Abby's dear sister was affected by the Nebus, while she and her mother were not. The lycanthrope virus was definitely not a walk in the park. Margie would disappear whenever the full moon came around and there was no knowing what terror or havoc might be wrought. This put Abby in a great predicament, but she had to return to work. The NYPD were in need of officers to brave the new frontier the world became, and she returned further enlightened and with a fiercer determination to help. Although she couldn't fly or shoot lasers out of her eyes, Abby still believed that she could make a difference by proving to society that she could still be unafraid and moving on after the major crack in the universe.

    It was a brand new learning experience as a detective in these times, but Abby was humbled as each day, month, and year that passed. Her sister badly missed teaching, but understood that her condition was a danger to children and should be kept a secret. With hate groups rising as well as support groups, Abby took it upon herself to help her sister Margie. Their mother found new love when she started teaching at a university campus, and the sisters decided to move in together. They found a one story home with a basement, which they turned into a containment facility for Margie's lunar problem. When things seemed to be getting back to normal - or as close to normal as this new world could get, Margie took on teaching again. Abby believed in her sister and that a cure was possible some day. For now, she had some new world problems to deal with as a detective.

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    "Abby..." The tone in Margie's voice on the phone was enough for Abby to push her jeep to the limit. With the Brooklyn Bridge disappearing from view in the rearview mirror, Abby's sole focus was avoiding any collision while making her way home. She could already picture the basement now and the hard work they'd put after saving mounds to get the safe room built. She blinked rapidly when she got a sharp image of the claw marks slashed along the titanium walls. The panic room had a tiny window that opened on the outside so that she could see in, but Abby to this day had yet to see the transformation. The screams were enough to project visceral images into her brain.

    Tribeca was the part of New York dominated by lofts and skyrise apartments with classic fire escapes. They had managed to find a quaint home with a garage, but it was the basement that sealed the deal for them. They didn't mind having neighbors for the pretense of normal day-to-day living, but the basement allowed Margie to lock herself up and muted the sounds that would otherwise haunt their neighborhood. Ensuring that their walls were soundproof had been a good investment, but so did having a dog that would explain the faint howls.

    Abby didn't bother opening the garage. She just pulled up to the driveway and gunned for the front door with her things left in the jeep. Margie was already in the basement hugging herself because this was going to be another painful night, and another painful reminder of the strain they had to live with. Margie was the same height with a lighter shade of brown hair. Her eyes were more doe-like and filled with emotion as she turned to Abby. The silent conversation passed between them and Abby sighed. She moved in to embrace her younger sister.

    "I'll be here until the change. Did you eat already?"

    "Enough to last through the night."

    "Do you want me to leave anything... in there too?" The question was odd, but not unusual between them.

    "No, it's okay. I'll eat after it's over. Just... don't leave until it happens, okay?"

    Abby smiled softly and kissed Margie's temple. "I have and will always be here. I haven't left - yet, mind you. Let's... get you shackled up." She grinned sheepishly at her attempted humor at such a grave moment. Margie laughed, a little weakly since she seemed a little green like she usually did before the full moon. She was an elementary school teacher after all. Tiny and bubbly... None would ever thought that she'd turn into a scary, furry beast every month.
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  1. Abernathy Wynn

    Nighttime is Playtime

    Did Abby's presence scream cop? Maybe. Then again, her face had been plastered on television before, giving official statements at the scene of the crime. The life of a detective, where sleep wasn't a priorty - at least in Abby's case. She didn't have much 'fun' in her calender, but her sister made it possible despite her lunar problem. She didn't know how Margie did it after all these years, living with that condition. It's not that she didn't love her sister - that love had never wavered, not even once, but she was constantly scared for her. Certainly, they had taken the necessary precautions. They had the safe room set up in the basement for those changes, but Abby couldn't help considering other frightening possibilities. What if Margie didn't make it in time? What if she didn't find a cover? Would anyone suspect her specifically timed absences? It was too much like Professor Lupin's situation - while his name was a dead giveaway, SOMEONE was bound to figure out what was really going on. She still viewed Margie as her "baby sister," though the image was immediately diffused by how quickly she chased down the jack and coke. Lycanthropes, apparently, had a high tolerance. To get one drunk at all was a task in itself. Abby was a lightweight. She didn't hold her liquor well, but she was good at pacing herself. She also knew when to stop. She had never been much of a drinker, except for a few nights back at the academy when she got blitzed after an exam. She definitely did not want to relive those glory days. She always fared better with whiskey than vodka. A cocktail would've opened the gate to silly much faster than this... fairly safe concoction. One shot, was pretty much one drink, with a lot of coke. The whiskey had her press her tongue to the roof of her mouth for a moment, but she got over it and took another light sip. While Bakkhos was upscale and well maintained, Abby couldn't help scanning the room. She didn't turn her head, but she knew that the main entrance was behind them. She was looking for emergency exits - counting them, and then observing the crowd. The way they were dressed implied that they could afford some luxuries. Abby wasn't one to judge, but being a detective kept her constantly on her toes. She shouldn't be acting like she was working a case. Her posture was too tense, and she needed to relax. "Chill, Abby." Margie whispered, wriggling a little to the music. She was enjoying the rhythm with a light shimmy to her shoulders as she held the drink up enough for her to sip from the tiny black straw. "Mmm!" Margie was pretty damned happy. Abby was... trying to get there. She took another sip, this time taking a deeper pull. Then, Margie noticed Thomas. The atmosphere was notably different with his approach. Margie literally sniffed him out, a fellow predator - almost similar, to her own. She could feel her proverbial hackles raise in warning as she stepped in closer to Abby. Despite their six-year age gap, Margie's internal instincts had grown more protective over the years. The beast may have recognized the importance of this human; her scent, her aura, everything about Abby equaled not-prey, but familiar. Though, it was different during the full moon. Abby felt her sister's hip brush against hers, the closeness alerting the detective of her sister's discomfort. She could easily tell by Margie's body language that something was off, but she wasn't specifically attuned by what exactly until she heard his voice. Abby turned her head, her body moving as well since her back was to Thomas, and Margie was facing him. She sized him up first, with a subtle flick of her dark lashes. After a second, Abby's dark gaze rested on his features. An impeccably dressed man, also a gentleman who'd greet both herself and her sister. "Abby," she replied, slipping her hand into his hold. Her handshake had a quick, firm grip, before relaxing. "And thank you, Tom." "Margaret." Margie said, greeting Thomas with less familiarity. She glanced down at his hand, before taking it. Her handshake lingered because she was sizing him up. One predator to another, but she wasn't going to start anything. A heightened sense of everything was there - her curiosity, with a slight edge because she wasn't sure of his intentions. Abby, on the other hand, didn't behave as her sister would. She generally had a warm impression, gauging them later - which was a little frustrating to Margie. Abby may be older, but her bleeding heart got the best of her sometimes. "We're just getting started," Margie continued before Abby could even add on to how their evening was going. Abby gave her younger sister a 'really' look. If Tom was an owner, or associated with the owner, it was better to be a gracious guest than a rude one. That look was enough for Margie to get her act together. The human part of her was much more accommodating than the beast. "How's your evening, Tom?" Abby asked, making conversation. She didn't mind socializing, in fact, she enjoyed it. You never know what friends you'll make, or what role the people you meet will play in your life. During the exchange, Margie would be more herself again. As long as the beast didn't feel threatened, or her sister was, then all was well. This club shouldn't be any different from the others she'd been through. The world had much more added diversity, bringing together curious and peculiar scents in the room. Only deepened by the ventilation within the room. Margie's gaze would wander toward the entrance, a soft 'whoa' leaving her lips at the sight of a female power couple. They definitely look quite the pair and just dang snazzy. So long as Margie remains herself, she would have the time of her life here and even convince her sister to finally dance.
  2. Abernathy Wynn

    Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

    Abby needed another moment. The horrid stench was indescribable, but enough to probably put her sister down with just a whiff. Abby didn't have that sensitive nose, but the smell was spreading from the cargo ship, reeling in the crows as well. They were less loud compared to the seagulls that continued to circle the vessel, avoiding the crows that now perched themselves on the steel railing. Beady crimsons eyes watched the scene down below. The forensics team had on their hazmat suits, prepping themselves for the workload awaiting them. Fifty bodies... Possibly more. Abby had to steel her emotions, and harden her features. Work now, shed a tear later. Most detectives had a psychiatrist, and Abby had yet to consider one. She might have to, after tonight. As Raeden led the way, Abby switched her breathing from her nose to her mouth. It was the best thing she could do – slow, steady breaths. She walked up the rank, pausing to let the team through, and then continuing up. She listened with a calm expression, while her insides squirmed. This was a mucked up version of Lady Liberty welcoming the immigrants to Ellis Island. This had no welcome. No liberty. Only tragedy and despair. She had no comment, only walking and steadying her nerves. It was a good thing Ghost didn't come along on this trip. The mouth of the ship was now in front of them, an invitation to the gruesome underworld. Abby hesitated, her hand clenching the end of the rail as Raeden stood before the entrance like Orpheus before his descent below. She admired the other detective, and closed her eyes, thinking a few words of encouragement that would finally help her let go of the rail. Stomach it, she did. Once she reached the head of the stairs, the floodlights were in place, lighting up the disturbing scene. Bodies.... Everywhere. They burned into her retinas, painting themselves in harsh, vivid lines in the back of her mind. She wasn't going to sleep for weeks after this, but nonetheless, she persisted, focusing on Raeden's voice as they made the descent. “They must have been in here for weeks, even months.” Times had changed since the late 1800s, but the outworlders must have been desperate. “No food, water...” It was merely a vessel with nothing to help them survive the journey. Abby blinked rapidly and she stepped further into the ship. A perimeter had been set up so the suits could carry the bodies through. They had their work cut out for them already – the bodies having increased exponentially once the lights were set up. Her head swam, and she gulped harshly. Abby wasn't immune to being this close. Her body wanted to purge the stomach acid sloshing in her stomach, threatening to shoot out of her body like a geyser. “There's no way the guy would casually hang around the dock for someone. Even if we get a good description, who's to say that he isn't wearing a disguise?” It was so messed up, all of it. “Regardless, that is the best option. Talking to the dock master, get something, anything out of that guy.” Her mind was running a mile of minute, the claw marks along the steel walls hurt her in many ways she didn't think possible. Were there children? God, no. Abby shook her head, hands now moving to her pockets. She finally looked away from the graveyard the ship had become, back to the detective. “Maybe we can get in contact the Vanguard. They might know something.” The tricky thing about them... they might not even talk, or open themselves up to the investigation. Still, Abby felt they should try. This much carnage could only come from a place of hate.
  3. Abernathy Wynn

    Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

    The event didn't just affect humans. It affected everyone, even beyond the veil that the world once comfortably lived within. Abby had been a part of that bubble, where humans were the only the bad things to worry about. Bad humans. This time, it was a greater evil. Humans could be a part of it, or a faceless creature. Nightmares were just as real, and while crimes still ran throughout New York, both familiar and unique, nothing compared to the worst that could happen. Abby closed her eyes as she held her breath a moment, trying to compose herself from the stench. Being this close made her stomach turn, but she fought against it, murmuring the mantra that her body was a temple and she wasn't going to let it purge like that. When Raeden answered her, both eyebrows shot up as her eyes popped open. "Cheese and rice," the detective uttered - a phrase she picked up from her sister. She pinched the bridge of her nose, other hand sliding over her slack covered hip, slightly raising the end of her matching blazer. When acknowledged, Abby was able to focus beyond the stench that pervaded the air. It thickened like old soup left out for weeks on the stove. She wanted to forget about that smell, even a shower didn't seem like it'd do the trick. She wasn't a fool to not know who she was talking to. Detective Raeden Seiko was a well known name among the surviving precincts. Men liked to say a lot of things about strong leading women in the field, and Abby couldn't help admiring Seiko's candor when it came to telling it how it is. "I'd like to do what I can to assist with this case." Abby began. She was looking at the ship again, and she finally tore her gaze away and stepped aside to make room for what was going to be a long haul for the forensics team. Bodies, fifty of them.... "Where do we begin? Do we have a lead?" Abby wanted to know everything there is to know. She didn't want to go into this empty handed, and she knew by talking to Raeden she would get the best information, rather than dicey accounts from the men in blue. She used to be a beat cop when her father was chief, but she wasn't anymore.
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    Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

    Abby had never seen anything like it. Almost everyone she could think of was here. Every detective from major precincts within the city. Tenth, seventh, fifth... A lot had been lost during the nevus, including her father's back in the Bronx. Abby was coming from the Central Park, and didn't hesitate when the call came in about a ship... The smell attracted plenty of seagulls. They screeched from high above, circling the cargo, no doubt attracted to the sickening stench. Abby ducked underneath the yellow caution tape, nodding to the other blues as they ambled past, creating a wider berth in hopes of escaping the smell, but there was none. They were all here, cops and detectives, staring at the large floating coffin that contained the dead. Abby specialized with violent crimes, but she had always been first on the case regarding special victims - not just children, but the gifted, creatures, those affected by the nevus. Her sister was among them, and she would do everything necessary to help, serve, and protect. Overtime, a shift had occured within the police department. There were those who believed in basic civil rights to all citizens, and those who wanted to close the borders to outworlders. The breaking news had her thinking of her sister immediately, how Margie could have easily been a victim. The forensics unit were setting up, cameras flashing as every detail was taken. Abby approached the detective who had crossed the plank and back to dock. "Detective Wynn from Central Park." She moved her chestnut gaze to the plank, to the opening that would lead to the source of the seagulls crying. "How many are in there?" Her mind was racing, her heart tight. Abby had grown thick skin over the years, and she always worked with her emotions tightly controlled. Sometimes, even the barrier wasn't tough enough. Abby had a strong conviction to do good in this world, and it hurt that no matter how different the world was, the corrupt and the bad still thrived. The worst.
  5. Abernathy Wynn

    Nighttime is Playtime

    Abby had that odd, butterfly feeling in her stomach, or maybe it was just nerves. Margie convinced her - her sister's been cooped up for a while, and Bakkhos was upscale, so dress up like you're heading to a black-tie event. The only problem was Abby's closet - she didn't have anything 'sexy' or 'slinky.' It was all floral patterns and girly madness when she wasn't in her pantsuit or comfortable civilian wear. Margie solved that problem quickly enough. She had a slinky number all right, the LBD that hugged her curves and made her hips stand out. The dress ended above her knees, with a sheer black collar that wrapped snugly around her throat. Margie wore red, short hair curled, with black pumps, so that Abby could wear those glossy red heels. "It'll be fun, just you and me, with drinks... and we can dance like we used to. Don't you miss dancing with your little sister?" Margie pouted during the cab ride there, and Abby laughed, trying to hide her uneasy nature. It'd been a really long time since Abby let loose like this, so she was a little stiff, a little awkward. Were drinks even a good idea? The taxi ride passed by in a blur, and Margie insisted on paying before dragging Abby out of the cab. They linked arms, and walked toward the entrance together. Since they both appeared fairly young, IDs were on display. Abby tried not to appear affronted. She couldn't be mad at her genetics for looking like a student half the time. She noticed that the men were more thoroughly checked by the bouncers, but just because the sisters wore dresses didn't mean anything would slide. She was asked to hold her arms up, and Margie had to give her the look to just go along with it. She also felt pretty naked without her beretta. Hell, she usually had a badge hanging around her neck. When was she NOT at work? Margie beamed, "see, you made it pass the threshold. Now let's get some drinks. You'll get the next round." "Can we start off easy?" Abby almost whined. Margie gave her a look, "how long has it been, Abby?" "Too long." She groaned. "Exactly. Too darn long." Margie was an elementary school teacher, so cursing wasn't in her vocabulary. Abby slowly relaxed, running her fingers through her slightly mussed up hair. Margie added some hairspray to give it some volume, but it already had enough to be all over the place. The hostess smiled at them - jeez, was everyone just beautiful in this nightclub? That megawatt smile could be blinding. The girls were welcomed and asked for whether or not they prefer the bar, booth, or a table. "We're just gonna head for the bar," Margie said. The hostess nodded, and stepped aside. "Of course, just right over there." She then moved on to help the next guests as Abby was dragged toward the bar. They found a spot where they could stand together, and Margie peered over the menu. "Oooo, how about some kamikaze shots? You used to love those - or a cocktail, mm, I love rum." Margie's voice took a longing lilt, since she'd been dealing with a rowdy bunch at school. They transferred her to a different classroom, so she definitely needed a drink or three tonight. Abby, however, was appalled by the first option. "I don't want to die yet, Margie. What about a jack and coke? We can nurse those." "Jeez, grandma." Margie replied, before flagging down the bartender. A beautiful, Asian woman greeted them with an introduction. Was being a ten a requirement to work here? "Hey, can we get two jack and cokes? Thank you." When Ari began making their drinks, Margie would turn to Abby and hug her close. "God, Abby. I missed hanging out like this. We used to paint the town." "I know," Abby said hugging her back. She leaned back, elbow now planted on the bar. She smiled, warming up a little more to being here. "It's an interesting choice, Margie. I didn't take you for a hot tubs kinda place." Margie laughed, and their drinks arrived. Abby took hers gingerly and raised her glass. "Well, bottom's up." She said and they clinked glasses, taking their first sips of the night.
  6. Abernathy Wynn


    Ghost almost had human-like qualities whenever he expressed himself; not too much like an adult human, but a child as the curiosity in himself piqued to the stranger that joined their table. Her eyes were on him, so his ears were up and alert. Did his human know her? The stranger's scent wasn't anything he ever picked up before, at work or at home. When his name left her tongue, he tilted his head and wuffled. Abby chuckled and leaned over the table a bit to pet him. "I think he likes you." She said to Faye, before straightening up. This woman had legs for days and a look that could make any man's jaw drop. Confidence spilled from her aura, and while Abby wasn't one to feel self-conscious, she couldn't help noticing the contrast between herself and Faye. Abby was of a small stature, and this woman was tall and well, magnificent. She laughed and shook her head, "no, please. I'm not working. It's a hard habit to break though, since I'm usually at my desk." She made a show of rolling her eyes before resting her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. "Abby is fine with me." The question about Ghost made her grin. "I found him a year after the event. He was at the park and I was on one of my night runs." It was stupidly dangerous for a human to run alone that night, but Abby had had a lot on her mind. Her sister was a lycanthrope, and she was still mourning her father, the former chief of police. That she happened upon Ghost was something she didn't realize she needed then. "He was so little when I found him, and he's been stuck like glue ever sinc." The thought of there possibly being other animals made Abby nod, "yes. I think there may be more just like Ghost out there, especially in the park." It was where she found him, after all. Now it made Abby wonder about the zoo creatures. Were they anything like Ghost? When Faye touched the woman's arms, it finally hit Abby. The woman seemed a bit startled at first, before she nodded. Another day after the Nevus after all, and now Ghost had the courage to stand on his paws and sniff delicately at Faye's boots. His tail wagged a little during his approach, scenting her out while Abby's jaw went slack with surprise. "Well, shit." Abby said and then laughed, feeling a little silly. "No, I don't need anything else, I still got my coffee." She leaned back in her chair. This world offered strange and amazing possibilities every day. That Faye was gifted didn't bother Abby at all, rather, it made her just as curious as Ghost. "So, earlier..." Abby began, "where we really talking? I mean, I know we were talking.. but you know." She waved her hand around with her vague choice of words, but Abby's brain was pretty fried from not allowing herself a day off. English, girl, do you speak it?
  7. Abernathy Wynn


    Abby was small compared to most who worked in the force. Short, and easily underestimated. The ordinary beat cops had it worst when it came to gender discrimination; Abby rarely put up with sexist remarks as a detective, and since she specialized in Violent Crimes, not a day passed that something violent wasn't going on. Only this time, she had supernaturals to worry about, not just bad humans. Something was out there attacking and destroying the community that her baby sister was essentially a part of. Just because these people were different didn't mean they weren't innocent. The news hadn't gone quiet about these incidences and Abby had been working hard on trying to figure out who and what were behind these crimes. She couldn't linger on old and simpler times anymore, not with the present being the way it was. Two years ago a huge event had taken place, in which she and a group of extraordinarily gifted individuals had to find survivors within a dangerously collapsing building. In most cases, Homicide and the FBI were on the scene. Abby knew she had to be there, even if the current Chief didn't quite agree. She was as stubborn as they came, a Brooklyn kid through and through. To relieve all the tension that'd been building her back, Abby was spending her late night at the gym, after a day of cracking cold cases. She wished it'd been beer, but her devotion to her job had her hard at work. Margie was worried about how much sleep Abby was getting, but sleep wasn't exactly important to Abby. Too many things were going on, and since she didn't want Ghost to worry either, she had them spend the evening together while she hit the gym. Her tiny fists balled and bandaged up, she started first with shadow boxing in the corner. At this time, it was quiet and Abby was pretty happy to indulge herself. The gym was often packed in the mornings and afternoons, so coming in this late gave her the silence and space she needed without anyone disrupting her. She threw sharp clean jabs, counting 200 for each arms. Her muscles began screaming at her after a hundred since it'd been a while, but she kept going, the sweat forming across her forehead and between her shoulder blades. Abby only wore a black sportsbra, and navy blue spandex that clung to her waist and ended at her ankles. Tiny feet were fit in swift all black Nikes that allowed her quick pivots as she continued her jabs. Dark chestnut hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that swung back and forth with her quick movements, large eyes focused on an invisible opponent. When the 200 finally came along, she added a couple more jabs over and bounced lightly in place from one foot to the other to keep her heart going. Suddenly ceasing activity wasn't good, and while her muscles burned she started shaking out them out before balling them back again. She counted to three - right jab, left, then pivot with the hip for a strong finish with her right. 200 more, and Abby wasn't going to stop until she was utterly exhausted. It didn't matter that she had an early morning tomorrow. She wanted to clear her mind, get rid of that tension, so that she could focus.
  8. feels so good to write again! 

    1. Zeph


      Welcome back!!!

  9. Abernathy Wynn


    Ghost had a tendency to fade in and out. He wasn't bothered at all by what people thought of him. The only human he ever really cared about was Abby and Margie; they took him in, loved him, fed him, and he had good training with Abby. It was never boring with her, and she always brought him to work too. He got to meet other people! Though, it did get boring whenever he was home and neither Margie or Abby weren't there. It was like they were gone forever. Regardless, a tiny part of him always believed they'd come back, especially Abby. She was the one who found him. Then his ears perked up when a voice slid in, but he couldn't see where it was coming from. His head rose, tail straight, alert. He craned his neck and looked one way and another, sniffing the air. And then he saw her. Abby, after a sip of her coffee, nearly spat it out when the voice drifted in her ear. Then a woman approached her table - a fiercely attractive woman. Not that Abby was into girls, but that didn't mean she couldn't take notice of another female. This woman emitted a dangerous sort of attraction, the kind that men fell to their deaths for. Sort of like a siren in leather. Minus the tail.. and now Abby's mind was going to a strange place. She shook her head, looked one way and then another, before glancing to the lady in leather. What caught her absolutely were the dichotomy of her eyes. Abby felt absolutely plain before she glanced down at the hand offered. "Dete-" She paused and then chuckled. She wasn't at work. "Abby, Abby Wynn." She said and took the woman's hand. She gave a good, solid shake. Nothing limp, and friendly. "Yeah, that's Ghost. He sorta does that when he gets too comfortable." Once she released Faye's hand, she glanced down to the husky as he sat up on his haunches, tail lazily wagging. Hackles weren't raised, rather, he was quiet as he watched Faye, ears pinned back. She gave him a playfully exaggerated look, before glancing up at Faye. "So, all in all, no mind lost. I thought I was crazy when I found him. You wanna sit?" The entire time, Abby was completely unaware that Faye wasn't actually talking to her, so it was pretty ironic to say that she thought she was crazy, when she might as well have been, talking to someone who wasn't actually talking to her. Strange world, but interesting nonetheless.
  10. Abernathy Wynn


    Abby sat outside at one of the wrought-iron tables in front of Boheme's Coffee House. Proclaimed as Mid Town's best, Abby couldn't disagree. The service was top notch for college-age employees and they were particularly bubbly despite exams and such coming up. Fall had graced New York, and with that flood memories of the holidays. While mom had found love again, Abby and Margie missed their dad. He'd been a grade A toughass, but loving and protective of his girls. Didn't complain once about having girls, where most men like him would wish for boys. Ghost was stretched flat on his stomach, tail wagging with a plate placed before him by one of the employees. He'd licked his bowl clean of doggy treats and a doggy-frap. A new thing that Ghost had grown extremely fond of. Sated, the beautiful husky yawned and lowered his head on two fairly large paws by Abby's booted feet. The detective was off today, though a badge still hung from the lanyard around her neck since she'd popped by the precinct earlier to review some cold cases. She got booted for coming on when she shouldn't have. Abby working as usual, even on her day off. So, she decided on hanging out with Ghost since Margie was working. She'd gotten much better with handling her situation, and was much happier working her old job. Teaching children had always been a passion of Margie's, and Abby wanted nothing more than to support her. Though, Margie tried to convince Abby to leave the precinct and obtain a much safer job.... Of course, Abby refused the notion. She was too much like her dad. Always wanted to be in the force, and wouldn't change her passion regardless of the world having changed. Amazing, how time flew. Abby had adjusted to the changes, but the memories of normal days still haunted her. The holidays were just around the corner, and thoughts of her family and how whole they'd been drifted in the dark corner of her mind. Ghost lifted his head as if sensing her sadness, and nudged her shin gently with his snout. He wuffled, before resting against her, and she reached down with her free hand to scratch behind his ears. "I'm fine, Ghost." She said, and propped her elbow on the table. She had finished her sandwich, which left a slice of pickle and a few crumbs. Her coffee was half drunk - black this time. Usually, there'd be whip cream and loads of sugar until it was close enough to hot chocolate (why not order a hot chocolate, Abby?) "I'll be fine." She added in a soft murmur, and then looked about, observing the day. Fall had come, with winter fast approaching. She did love the snow. But it was always around this time that the crimes grew more violent.
  11. Abernathy Wynn

    And the world erupted...

    Ghost would park, hearing the pleading cries behind blocked entrances before Alistair motioned to the larger pieces of rubble. It was hotter upstairs, but Abby cared little about her personal state. She was grateful for Alistair's presence however, and nodded to assist in any way she could. Ghost would perform his namesake - he'd ghost through, gather everyone together by the time the doors were unblocked. At his admission, Abby's glance went his way for only a second before she had to sweep the scene. For every door they unblocked, Abby had to make sure that it was really clear. Apparently nothing was left behind - just victims, living or dead. She kept the sigh to herself. Every day was already a test. Being human was a test, and she was sure that being a human of Alistair's capabilities was just as stressful if not more. "To not give into those desires is always the test, Alistair." Abby said with a grunt. One of the doors had been resistant at first, but a hard nudge with her shoulder sent it opening and allowed Ghost to draw out the survivors. "And to preserve what's left of how things were." The law could use some modifications for this new world. Even before the resonance, the justice system was questioned, but even Abby could see the consequences. "Let's do what we can before things go kaput." She said. "Hello? You, down there?" She leaned slightly over the railing and glanced up to the sight of a harness lowering a woman down. She slid her gun quickly back into its holster and reached out. "That's it, I'm here for ya." The woman was covered in soot like the others, but the excessive smoke was making her faint. Abby provided herself as a crutch for the woman to lean against as Ghost softly whined. As much as she wanted him to venture onward, the amount of carbon monoxide was going to affect him too - transparent or not. "I need you to stay with us, Ghost." She murmured before looking back up to the mysterious savior. "You need to get out as soon as you can. There's a rescue team out front doing the same. This building's not going to hold any longer!" She had reiterated the warning, wishing that she could do more, but she had to do what was necessary. Leave it to the rest to decide. Fate, whatever, whomever, but her faith was on the rescue team, on the others who had done what they did. Those who'd reacted without hesitation to help, whether or not it had been their intention in the first place. It was what counted, and it gave Abby a little more hope. "Just lean against me," she said to the woman and they were out, a ragtag of survivors. Ghost, being quite huge for a husky, would assist the little girl at once. Her small hands dug into his fur, but even he understood that humans could only push so much until they collapsed. "Ghost could carry her," she said to the guys, "and he'll be able to get her out faster." The child needed out as soon as possible, and Ghost could accomodate her size and pull her through the wall with him.
  12. Abernathy Wynn

    At What Cost?

    Abby followed Kai with a curiosity akin to what might be a child in a candy shop. She, of course, knew what standard offices looked like. She basically worked in one. Though, the police stations had open desks. The higher ups get their own offices. Ghost had his nose on the ground, ears softly wriggling while tail wagged, glad that he was on the move. He would've dozed off, but he didn't want any funny business on his watch. He'd rather keep a watchful eye on everyonething. She nodded, glad to hear about the privacy level here. It was above standards, and gave her more reason to talk to Margie about coming here. "That's really good to hear," she replied to his work about not letting anyone leave upset. Work could get tough for Margie. Being an elementary school teacher was both a stress and a relief. The amount of control she must have to deal with children and their emotions. Often, they were good sports, but for every good carton of eggs there was always one or two bad ones that could try and ruin your day. The training room was... to put it bluntly, huge. Abby's eyes were huge. Even the academy's training rooms couldn't compare. "The problem with public rooms; it's never really private and the equipment aren't really yours. Here, you'll have better control with the flow. It's amazing, Kai." She murmured. Ghost gave a wuffle out of curiosity's sake, and the accoustics echoed back. She chuckled, "I never wore any before, and because of my sister's condition, it helps to knew that I shouldn't even bother with those things anyway. And, I don't think it's necessary to wear any sorts if you're going to train. It's like going to the gym with full on make-up - doesn't make sense." The slip was unconscious. It meant that Abby was increasingly comfortable with talking to Kai. "Seems like you got this whole place figured out," she said as they left the impressive training room. It was comparable to a dance hall, if not bigger. "A bank is one of the safest buildings around. Sounds about right." Her gaze was always darting from one thing to another, noting minor details and memorizing routes. Once they were by the elevators, Ghost trekked ahead to poke his nose through - literally. His tail was still wagging as he 'ghosted' his head through the wall and he moved back with a bark. She shook her head, a half apologetic grin on her face toward Kai. "C'mere boy, let Kai do the tour." She teased the husky. Another treat, and the overgrown pup was glued to her side. "The basemen vaults - oh!" For a second, she had forgotten because of Ghost's ability to easily distract her with his cuteness. Her hand idly brushed along his scalp, digging behind his ear so that he was seated respectfully on his haunches, tail thumping against the floor. "Well, since this is still a bank, do you plan on keeping the security features?" She asked, hazel eyes on Kai. There was a long silence on her part, whether it was for him to reply or not, Abby would speak again. "My sister and I have a... sort of room installed in the basement of our home. It isn't the room that's the problem, it's... that I can't be there for her all the time, as much as I want to be there every night it happens. I've been trying my best, Kai, and I'm all that she has. I just want her to know that she isn't alone dealing with all that." She could hear how much more agitated the wolf's gotten during those nights. It was aggressive enough to make Ghost cower with his paws over his nose, whining. "If you meet her now, you wouldn't suspect any of that. She acts like she has everything going as planned, like she's got a good head on her shoulders. But deep down, she's suffering. Even with me there, I know she feels alone and she hates having to relying on other people with her problems, but I tell her often that there are others going through this too. If they have someone to talk to, then so does she. I hate having to see her try and handle this all by herself. I know that it makes her lonely and even with me there, there's still this gap between us that I can't fill." Perhaps it was the tour that had led to this point, or the sight of the elevators that led down to the high security vaults. But it had opened Abby plenty about Margie, although she hadn't downright said what her sister's condition was. The truth was in the air, in the silence between them. The knowing was in his eyes, and it had been up to Abby whether or not she should reveal it.
  13. Abernathy Wynn

    Pepper Spray and Cotton Candy

    Abby watched him warily, but her small smile remained in sight, stance harmless and patient. She had dealt with most types in this new world. Being a cop was lucrative, especially when you're dealing with the slime of society. The bigger factions usually took precedence though, offering their assistance or having jurisdiction over the special cases - whatever that was. Regardless, work was still work, whether challenging or not. Abby had to take each day with grit. Today was just another day of work, and unfortunately, this particular guy had to deal with the leftover and somewhat improvised form of justice. Abby had a feeling that a misunderstanding was involved. She knew those types - the sweater vest wearing, cardigan wrapped around their shoulders, playing tennis in the mornings and having bloody maries for breakfast types. It amazed her that they were still around after the resonance. She supposed people adapted as quickly as they could, which meant clinging to whatever monetary value they had. You'd think the crumbling world would humble people a little more, but it made judging by sight a common occurance, one that led to many innocents sitting in jail until their bail/release. She had to admit, his stare was a little unnerving. It was the kind of stare that saw straight through you, rather than looking at you. There was depth and clarity, and his words carried the timber of both. Some cops would flinch when someone reached in his or her pocket. They'd immediately withdraw their guns and demand the one to stand down, or they'll shoot. Abby wasn't that kind of cop. She followed her instincts, because lord knew how many innocent people died and the world demanded justice for it. Kneeling down slightly, Abby gently sorted through the art with the cotton candy still in hand. They were amazing works; an artist's rendering of catching a moment in time. He was able to capture what still existed; a semblance of normalcy that still carried on nearly a decade after the resonance. With one hand she smoothed the papers together and lifted them, standing up, so that she could close the distance between them. He was ready to get arrested, and Abby knelt down in front of him, one knee down so that she maintained her modesty because of her choice outfit. "It looks like I have no choice, but..." She laid the artwork on his lap and then held the cotton candy to him, "give you these back. Like you said, it's yours fair and square." She shrugged then, "as for the cop, I'll just pass on the message that you meant no harm. I'd like to think that my word still mean something." She was a woman of her word after all. Honor and all that. Her smile was slight still, but a genuine light was in her eyes. "I think I know exactly what shelter you're talking about. My sister and I volunteer from time to time, especially for the youth shelter." She canted her head, "It's nice to meet you too, and I didn't get your name."
  14. posts will be coming soon as this "holiday's" over. Haven't forgotten about ya! ;D

    1. Zeph


      YAY - don't forget us! We like you!

    2. Abernathy Wynn

      Abernathy Wynn

      aw, thanks, Zeph!

  15. Abernathy Wynn

    Pepper Spray and Cotton Candy

    Abby refrained from withdrawing her taser. She wasn't the type to 'shoot first and ask questions later.' She had a little more hope in people, and she hoped that whoever this was wasn't the creep that the parents at the park painted him to be. Abby kept her hands visible, a sign that she wasn't up to anything. It never did anyone good to be the spook; bad things tend to happen that way. The cotton candy was just by her feet, the colorful cloud still protected by the plastic. Abby noted the man's glances between the cotton candy and herself. She herself tried not to get distracted as she locked on his visuals. What's with her and these handsome men? She was on a roll, and only lord knew that she wasn't getting any action. Though, such things were far in the back of her mind. Not she was abstinent, she just didn't have time to dwell on certain things like Margie. You a cop? "Promise me you won't run if I say I am." She replied lightly, hands still visible as a show of peace. Her handcuffs were clipped to her belt out of sight, but she wasn't reaching for them, nor her taser, nor her gun that was safely stowed away in her shoulder holster. Out of sight. As she listened to his story, Abby released a small sigh. Her shoulders sagged from their tensed state. He seemed so genuine, but Abby wasn't going to let her guard down. She nodded slowly, quiet until he was concerned with the cotton candy again. Most people said they didn't do anything, but her intuition was telling her that this man was innocent. "Okay," she began slowly, "let's slow down a little." He was fidgety, she'd give him that. Any cop would get suspicious, but Abby was patient. "I am Detective Wynn, but you can just call me Abby. So yes, I am a cop, and unfortunately, you just assaulted a police officer. Some people don't like that, but..." She kept one hand up, still a gesture of peace as she knelt slightly to reach down for the cotton candy. She swiftly snatched it by the small white cone that held it, and straightened up. "I will hand you this, in exchange for an apology to the cop. He was just doing his job, but I won't arrest you, deal? It won't take long and we'll be on time for lunch. I haven't eaten yet." There it was, her pragmatic attitude as a servant of justice and a sympathetic young woman all rolled into one. She just hoped that he wasn't going to make a run for it the moment she handed him the treat. Perhaps he caught the gist of what she was also saying.


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