Abernathy Wynn

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About Abernathy Wynn

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    NYPD - Detective (Violent Crimes)
    New York, New York (Tribeca)
    Abby is someone easily underestimated for her looks. Standing at five-two, large hazel-green eyes stand out upon a round, youthful face. Dimples peak out at the slightest of smiles and smirks, and dark chestnut hair tumble in loose waves past her shoulders. Her work requires her to stay fit and active, so her frame although petite is lean with muscles while still retaining her soft feminine attributes. Despite her work, which can be quite stressful on both the mind and body, she manages to keep her girlish charms and fashion sense outside of work, often sporting dresses when the weather's warm.
    Friendly, witty, with also a bit of sass, Abby is often underestimated for her youthful 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
    An iPhone 4s (maintained, loved for its size and variety phone cases)
    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 red, four door Jeep Wrangler


    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. Shadowboxing

    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.
  2. feels so good to write again! 

    1. Zeph


      Welcome back!!!

  3. Reminiscent

    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.
  4. Reminiscent

    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.
  5. Hands in the Air!

    lol, right oh. anyway, yes Keeley, they would definitely know each other I can definitely wing this one without the stress of background. If anything I will shoot you a PM for any questions. I look forward to reading her first post!
  6. Hands in the Air!

    I would like that very much!!! it'll add more spice to investigate deaths and have someone on the team who knows the dealio Keeley is awesome!
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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."
  10. 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
  11. 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.
  12. At What Cost?

    So far, Kai was doing good in her book. She felt a little more at ease the more time she spent with him, and Ghost was no longer bothered by whatever had spooked him before. In fact, the husky seemed at home at this point, although 'respectable' of Kai's space. It was a curious thing watching Ghost sometimes. He seemed a little more... human than dog; very aware and intellectual of things that humans would be quick to catch on. Though, the more time she and Ghost spent together, and with him being 'hers,' it created this... connection, in which she was able to read her pet with little problems. It wasn't that she'd become the 'dog whisperer,' but she found herself able to understand Ghost almost as well as she could understand people. Being a detective meant having a backround in psycology - emphasis: criminal. However, it made reading people a valuable asset, because people could speak more than words and reveal more by just movement alone. A show she'd come to value was Lie to Me starring Tim Roth. It managed to stay true to how universal physical expressions were. With Ghost, she managed to pick up on whether or not he was comfortable or agitated. Right now, he was at peace. "I can only imagine." Abby said with a half grin, "my father was Police Commisioner in the Brooklyn Precinct, but I have yet to decide on whether or not I should walk in his shoes. They seem quite big." Finally, she would meet his secretary. The most disarming woman by sight, but perhaps one who shouldn't be taken lightly. If Kai trusted her enough, then she was definitely an impressive woman. "Hey Lynne." She said, "hopefully I'm not bothering you guys with the moving and all that. I know what's it like." She hadn't lived in this area long, having been Brooklyn born, but she had grown accustomed to the area. New York was a vast place, and the city itself were full of wonders and dangers. She peeked in on the reception area, nodding to Kai as he left on his errand. They made small talk as Ghost sniffed around, and practically wuffled for Lynne's attention. She smelled human, therefore he wanted luffs. Abby tried not to roll her eyes as Lynne gushed over the overgrown pup. The white husky's tongue lolled out, and Abby leaned against the doorframe with an amused grin. At Kai's signal, she bid Lynne farewell and whistled quietly for Ghost to follow. The husky whined, nuzzling Lynne's hand one last time before trailing after his master. "All right, Kai, where shall we begin?"
  13. Pepper Spray and Cotton Candy

    Today, Abernathy Wynn wasn't at the 94th Brooklyn Precinct. She was in the heart of New York City, finishing the last of her report. A transfer was happening since she lived closer, but her heart was always going to be in Brooklyn. She couldn't help but think about Margie and the fact that Ghost was actually home instead of being her partner in crime. Speaking of crime - "Detective Wynn, you wanna take this one?" A call had come in, alerting the nearby police stations about an event going on in Central Park. She was essentially at the NYPD, which was just around the corner of the American Museum of Natural History. Central Park was within view if you stood by the right window, and Abby, having kicked back in her chair, pen twirling in hand paused to glance up at her future boss. The police commisioner wasn't exactly sexist, but he had a tendency to test Abby with every other 'tough case,' and often she had proved him wrong. He just didn't want to admit that she was someone very capable, regardless of the world being much more different. Detective Wynn sighed. Her schedule had just opened up, and she was still on the clock. Setting her foot down, Abby stood up and pressed her finished report to his chest. "I'll do my job as long as you're doing yours." She smiled sweetly after the softly brazen comment. Then she was gone. Her boots moved brusquely since she was going on feet. She was in Central Park and it didn't take long to find where all the fuss was about. She moved past the carousel, narrowly dodging kids running about. Parents held onto their toddlers, watching as a cop was helped up by another, pepper spray in one hand while the other covered one eye. Abby could put two and two together. Two other cops were standing with him, talking among themselves until Abby appeared. "Detective Wynn," she said, showing her badge that was pinned inside her jacket. "What's the deal?" Her casual lingo and Brooklyn accent could throw anyone off, but Abby was on a job and she was going to do it well. Familiar with her, but not immune to judgement, the cops looked her over before the 'injured' one spoke. "Ma'am, some guy was spookin' the parents by the carousel. I did what any normal cop would do - ask him to come in - nicely, but he wouldn't have it. Crazy man up and attacked me before I got the chance to cuff him." "Any witnesses?" The spoken cop nodded to the woman standing by the cart. Abby recognized her as Ginnie. She would buy a hot cop when on her break and have a little chat here and there. Abby released a sigh when she made eye contact with the vendor. She could tell when people didn't wanna talk, but the mess by the cart was an indicator that something definitely happened here. Having Ghost with her would definitely make finding the mysterious attacker easier. "Any idea which way he might've gone," she asked after looking away from Ginnie and the mess of chocolate on the ground. "I think he went that way." "All right, here's what's gonna happen - you two separate and cover ground in this general area. I'm assuming the pepper spray got 'im pretty good, so he shouldn't get too far. I'm going down that alleyway. IF, and that is IF, I need back up, I'll let you guys know. Keep the comm open, and contact me once you find him." She didn't take her gun out since it was safely nestled within her shoulder holster beneath her jacket. She had a taser clipped to her belt however, in case worse came to worst. "Hey Ginnie," she said to the vendor with a small nod. A nod was returned, but lips were sealed as Abby made the quick trek down, past a fallen cloud of brightly colored candy. A contrast against the cement. It was almost artistic, but Abby noted the way it had fallen, like someone had dropped it unknowingly.
  14. And the world erupted...

    She gave the magus a half, dimpled grin. "Likewise." And soon, her smile vanished. Despite having some time to trade formalities, they were in quite a situation. She gave a quick nod, "I had the same plan." She nodded to the firefighers who'd gone in beforehand, dusk covered faces glancing from one familiar face to another before they gave their nods of acknowledgement and continued their work. Abby didn't plan on getting in their way, but she still felt like she had to do something. Finding survivors was one thing, but so was investigating. She didn't have a special sight or anything, but her senses were tingling rather faintly since her connection with Ghost. The husky moved ahead of them, staying within the barrier Alistair created. His ears were perked and on alert, hackles raised as his narrowed glacial eyes searched about the premises. His nose wrinkled since there was so much sulfur, but Abby noticed the smoke parting, making way for the firefighters. Tiny hairs rose on the back of her neck and she shivered despite the musky heat. Ghost barked then, clearly an indicator that he was aware of things that they couldn't see. Though, she wouldn't be surprised if Alistair could see some of the specters. The tremor was not meant to be a sound of comfort obviously. Abby glanced up with narrowed eyes, watching as slight debris rained from the ceiling from whatever was going up. Her eyes widened then with realization, and Ghost's barking increased as a warning. And down she went, on one knee so that she could brace herself to move a second's notice when the impact was over. Her hands felt unconsciously over the back of her neck, head bowed as the building shook from the second wave of explosion. Ghost had crouched low, rushing in a transparent wisp to nestle close to her side. She didn't look, but more so focused on her breathing although Alistair kept them protected in his magic bubble. She winced at each hit, but continued her steady breathing. Ghost rumbled softly against her, a low whine was in his throat. When the eruption ended, bits of debris now falling and the ceiling still intact, Ghost nudged Abby gently with his nose, a small wuffle telling her that it was over. The detective sighed and placed a quick kiss on his snout before standing, brushing the dirt and soot off her slacks. It was then that Ghost noticed his namesake. A spirit had made its presence, gesturing to Alistair and murmuring what appeared to be nonsense. "Yes, actually. And lucky for you, I'm well-versed with speaking dog." She ran her fingers along the husky's back as he started forward, head canted and one ear perked as he listened to the specter's rambling. For as long as she's had the husky, she was gradually picking up on the 'paranormal.' Seeing silhouettes, hearing the low buzz of communication, and picking up on white noise, but she wasn't completely in tuned. Which was where Ghost came in. As Ghost was occupied, Abby moved out of the way to avoid what came of the door pounding. Two women stumbled out, and the firemen were there in time to escort them out. Abby took note of their appearances. The scratches and bruises, as well as some uniqueness. Abby took out her gun to check the clip before cocking the holster. "You think any of them are still inside?" She asked the magus, "and I'm sure they're targeting anyone associated with helping the tenants." At that precise moment, Ghost came to her side, barking. She glanced down, as he moved in a small circle and then straightened, pointing his nose at the ghost's direction. "I think the ghost wants us to follow it, Alistair." She looked from her dog and to the magus, noting the way he had turned to the stairs. "Unless you have something else in mind." It was dark at the very top. Abby couldn't get a good look from where they stood, but she figured if they were heading up, she was going to take lead. "I'll take point, and you'll be back up? Considering you got these nifty tricks, you won't make me regret trusting you at my back, hm?" And she started up, gun in hand, with Ghost in tow.
  15. it's been a busy weekend, but don't ya worry ;) this cop's not going anywhere.

    1. Zeph


      Glad to hear it! We likes you protecting our streets!