BazmundLoving @Rawk's post for being on Abigail's side...and totally falling for her act. The irony in that sarcastic "Big bad gang of two" was not lost on me. Brilliant.
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6 hour drive? Whoops. Abi and Brooks have been in the truck for days!
I guess they must've taken a very large detour to throw off the cops.
I guess they must've taken a very large detour to throw off the cops.
Abigail looked over at Brooks again. Her body language said she was scared, but he'd know better than to assume Abigail was frightened of such a common situation in their line of work. "If things get hairy..." she whispered, voice tremulous with non-existent fear, "...promise me you'll fight tooth and claw." Abigail looked back at Eli, bottom lip shaking as if she was going to cry. "O-okay mister, we don't want any trouble, fuck's sake please don't shoot us!" she responded, as if the sudden reality of the situation dawned upon her the moment the group started actually getting violent. She didn't reveal her pistol, but instead slipped it under the passenger seat and made a mental note of where it is.
Abigail clenched her jaw so hard that her teeth ached as she opened the door - she might've been scared and uncertain on the outside, but on the inside she was pissed off. She had come from a place where even the police wouldn't dare touch her, she had earned her reputation the hard way, slogging her way from being 'Brooksy's little girl' to something terrifying in its own right...the shadow in the Tin 'n' Lint, the blackmailer, the one who pulled the strings. If she was back home, she would've complied until she was out of ear-shot and that little iPhone would've been out in seconds - a few whispered orders and Eli would've never seen the light of day again. It was jarring being so helpless, but Abi knew she still had several nasty tricks up her sleeve, so she played along. For now.
Abigail held her hands behind her head, shaking from head to toe, avoiding Eli's gaze. "I don't want any trouble, mister," she repeated tentatively. "Didn't we just say we weren't here to shoot you?" The temptation to lob the whole goddamn truck at Eli's head was becoming even more irresistible. Her mind was reeling with all of the plans, the what-ifs and maybes that she could use to make an escape...but where would they run? As far as either of them knew, this was the only safehouse in the county. So why were these people here? They weren't prepared for Abigail and Brooks' arrival, so what were they-...
Abigail's stare shot to her feet as she emitted a little sob to cover her shock. She couldn't deny the possibility that the people in front of her were just as jumpy because they were using the safehouse; Jimmy was an arse and if she had the means, Abigail would've had him punished for making such a stupid mistake. "W-we got nothing to steal, neither. I mean, just look as us." Abigail tried to keep Eli occupied whilst she scrambled for ideas and new plans based on this new realisation. She was right, though - she looked like a tramp in a rusty old pickup truck. She kept looking over at Brooks pleadingly, helplessly, hoping to pull the pity act a bit further to convince her audience. There was nothing she could do but wait to see what Eli and his merry band of wannabe actors had in store for her; if it wasn't what she wanted, Abigail could just as easily barricade the mineshaft door and take out Eli with a rock or something. They could escape if they had to, but she really didn't want to go driving into the unknown again.
Abigail clenched her jaw so hard that her teeth ached as she opened the door - she might've been scared and uncertain on the outside, but on the inside she was pissed off. She had come from a place where even the police wouldn't dare touch her, she had earned her reputation the hard way, slogging her way from being 'Brooksy's little girl' to something terrifying in its own right...the shadow in the Tin 'n' Lint, the blackmailer, the one who pulled the strings. If she was back home, she would've complied until she was out of ear-shot and that little iPhone would've been out in seconds - a few whispered orders and Eli would've never seen the light of day again. It was jarring being so helpless, but Abi knew she still had several nasty tricks up her sleeve, so she played along. For now.
Abigail held her hands behind her head, shaking from head to toe, avoiding Eli's gaze. "I don't want any trouble, mister," she repeated tentatively. "Didn't we just say we weren't here to shoot you?" The temptation to lob the whole goddamn truck at Eli's head was becoming even more irresistible. Her mind was reeling with all of the plans, the what-ifs and maybes that she could use to make an escape...but where would they run? As far as either of them knew, this was the only safehouse in the county. So why were these people here? They weren't prepared for Abigail and Brooks' arrival, so what were they-...
Abigail's stare shot to her feet as she emitted a little sob to cover her shock. She couldn't deny the possibility that the people in front of her were just as jumpy because they were using the safehouse; Jimmy was an arse and if she had the means, Abigail would've had him punished for making such a stupid mistake. "W-we got nothing to steal, neither. I mean, just look as us." Abigail tried to keep Eli occupied whilst she scrambled for ideas and new plans based on this new realisation. She was right, though - she looked like a tramp in a rusty old pickup truck. She kept looking over at Brooks pleadingly, helplessly, hoping to pull the pity act a bit further to convince her audience. There was nothing she could do but wait to see what Eli and his merry band of wannabe actors had in store for her; if it wasn't what she wanted, Abigail could just as easily barricade the mineshaft door and take out Eli with a rock or something. They could escape if they had to, but she really didn't want to go driving into the unknown again.
Me and Biscuits posted another little collab, I think after this all blows over we'll start doing separate posts. Question: Is there a bathroom and/or shower in the safehouse? What kind of facilities do we have?
Abigail didn’t quite feel like it was her place to say anything, so she let Brooks do the talking in the wake of this...person. She kept quiet in the wake of the (perhaps unintentional) insults flung at her and Brooks, her heart sinking as she seemed to sense her boss’ patience wearing thin. This was going to be a literal train wreck of a conversation, and the girl knew that at some point she’d have to salvage some form of agreement from the wreckage. Abigail started looking for this solution early.
Brooks remained as calm as possible, leaning back into the ride as he watched Vin approach. His scowl altered to that of an inquisitive one at the man's comment regarding the pick-up truck, refusing to crack a smile. “It get’s the job done.” he replied sternly.
“I know how you feel, man…” Abigail replied sympathetically to Vin’s complaints about bad sleep and bad food. It couldn’t have been more heartfelt or genuine as she pinched the bridge of her nose and sank a little in the chair, turning her gaze to peer up at him. Unfortunately, at that moment Vin had chosen to look straight into her eyes, and Abigail resigned herself to this fact by trying incredibly hard not to look away under Vin’s stare.
No matter how good her acting skills were, or how flawless her lies could become, Abigail’s facades and personas had only one weakness - her eyes. Every part of her was crumpled up in the lazy, tired, bored, annoyed teenager act she was pulling off with surprising accuracy except for those deep blue eyes. They seemed out of place on the young girl because they were cold and sharp and intense as it seemed to burrow past Vin’s half-arsed lying and searched for what he was trying to hide, noting the protective stance, the quick excuses to keep the woman behind him safe despite the lack of imminent danger, the evasive way he tried to twist the conversation...those eyes said ‘You can’t fool me. I can see through your tricks.’ Just when it might’ve been brushed off as a coincidence, Abigail’s lips pulled back into an amused grin. Not only was she completely dismissive of Vin’s act, but she had the gall to find it funny.
“I, too, enjoy sightseeing at abandoned mineshafts with trucks full of guns,” noted Abigail politely. Her tone was lighthearted and conversational, and it would’ve sounded much more genuine than Vin’s little act if it wasn’t for the fact Abigail was clearly being a sarcastic bitch.
Brooks, noticing Vin’s gaze shift onto Abigail, interrupted: “You wanna’ tell us what the hell’s really going on here, or am I gonna’ have to assume the worst and that you’re about to gun us down?” he snarls, eyes locked onto Vin’s as he expects his next move to be a sudden one. The hairs on his arms stood up as he felt tension running through his body, his foot twitching once more on the gas pedal, and heartbeat rising in both fear and anger for what’s about to come next. Outwardly he appears as calm and contemplative as before.
Whilst Brooks became increasingly annoyed, Abigail just seemed to find the whole situation funnier and funnier; no doubt because she was getting a real kick out of their attempts to hoodwink her. Just at the last second, her eyes darkened, her stare became inscrutable. She shuffled around to peer at Eli who gaped at their truck for a half second with surprise and used the distraction to ‘accidentally’ lean on the gearstick and shove it into reverse, nudging Brooks with her elbow as she did so. It was part of her silent language; her way of saying ‘I’m getting ready for when this all goes to shit.’
Eli’s attempts to mask his accent were admirable, but only added to the suspicion. Why would someone who should’ve been showing his ‘guests’ around the mineshaft not sound like he was from the south? Abigail added two and two together - a group of people surrounding this specific mineshaft (which was actually a safehouse) armed with guns? Clearly, it was a trap. On the other hand...the only genuine thing Abigail had seen so far was the look of concern and fear on that woman’s face as Vin approached to try and fool them, and the way ‘Cornwall Cornelius’ was guiding the girls away. If they were sent to kill Abi and Brooks, why were they acting so funny? Why didn’t they shoot? Abigail’s gaze flicked to her boss and she sent him a confused look, wondering if he was seeing what she saw.
Noticing Abigail's gaze on him, he briefly averted his eyes from Vin, peering at the newly arrived Eli. His scowl deepened as he noticed part of the group being hassled into the mine, before snapping his gaze back at Vin, expecting and hoping for an answer sooner than later. Even with the tension currently surrounding the three in and around the car, he left his snub-nosed resting on his lap, as to not provoke Vin any further.
Abigail’s mouth opened as a flash of clarity crossed her features, and she suddenly lunged out and held an arm in front of Brooks. “Wait, wait wait wait wait!” she cried, grinning like a loon. “You’re...you’re NOT here to shoot us!” she announced cheerily, pointing over at Eli. “And we’re not here to shoot you! This has all been…” Abigail tightened her grip on the pistol, “...a simple misunderstanding. I hope you don’t mind if we stay in the truck because, uh, we trust you as much as you trust us.” Abigail released one of her disarming smiles, leaning out of her own window. “But the question still stands - why the hell are you in the mineshaft? Clearly you’re not here to inspect it, nor are you here to ambush us.” She raised up her free hand warningly. “And don’t try to spin this conversation around again, we’re not revealing shit until we know you’re not a threat. It’s the least you can do, since you outnumber us and have guns.”
Brooks remained as calm as possible, leaning back into the ride as he watched Vin approach. His scowl altered to that of an inquisitive one at the man's comment regarding the pick-up truck, refusing to crack a smile. “It get’s the job done.” he replied sternly.
“I know how you feel, man…” Abigail replied sympathetically to Vin’s complaints about bad sleep and bad food. It couldn’t have been more heartfelt or genuine as she pinched the bridge of her nose and sank a little in the chair, turning her gaze to peer up at him. Unfortunately, at that moment Vin had chosen to look straight into her eyes, and Abigail resigned herself to this fact by trying incredibly hard not to look away under Vin’s stare.
No matter how good her acting skills were, or how flawless her lies could become, Abigail’s facades and personas had only one weakness - her eyes. Every part of her was crumpled up in the lazy, tired, bored, annoyed teenager act she was pulling off with surprising accuracy except for those deep blue eyes. They seemed out of place on the young girl because they were cold and sharp and intense as it seemed to burrow past Vin’s half-arsed lying and searched for what he was trying to hide, noting the protective stance, the quick excuses to keep the woman behind him safe despite the lack of imminent danger, the evasive way he tried to twist the conversation...those eyes said ‘You can’t fool me. I can see through your tricks.’ Just when it might’ve been brushed off as a coincidence, Abigail’s lips pulled back into an amused grin. Not only was she completely dismissive of Vin’s act, but she had the gall to find it funny.
“I, too, enjoy sightseeing at abandoned mineshafts with trucks full of guns,” noted Abigail politely. Her tone was lighthearted and conversational, and it would’ve sounded much more genuine than Vin’s little act if it wasn’t for the fact Abigail was clearly being a sarcastic bitch.
Brooks, noticing Vin’s gaze shift onto Abigail, interrupted: “You wanna’ tell us what the hell’s really going on here, or am I gonna’ have to assume the worst and that you’re about to gun us down?” he snarls, eyes locked onto Vin’s as he expects his next move to be a sudden one. The hairs on his arms stood up as he felt tension running through his body, his foot twitching once more on the gas pedal, and heartbeat rising in both fear and anger for what’s about to come next. Outwardly he appears as calm and contemplative as before.
Whilst Brooks became increasingly annoyed, Abigail just seemed to find the whole situation funnier and funnier; no doubt because she was getting a real kick out of their attempts to hoodwink her. Just at the last second, her eyes darkened, her stare became inscrutable. She shuffled around to peer at Eli who gaped at their truck for a half second with surprise and used the distraction to ‘accidentally’ lean on the gearstick and shove it into reverse, nudging Brooks with her elbow as she did so. It was part of her silent language; her way of saying ‘I’m getting ready for when this all goes to shit.’
Eli’s attempts to mask his accent were admirable, but only added to the suspicion. Why would someone who should’ve been showing his ‘guests’ around the mineshaft not sound like he was from the south? Abigail added two and two together - a group of people surrounding this specific mineshaft (which was actually a safehouse) armed with guns? Clearly, it was a trap. On the other hand...the only genuine thing Abigail had seen so far was the look of concern and fear on that woman’s face as Vin approached to try and fool them, and the way ‘Cornwall Cornelius’ was guiding the girls away. If they were sent to kill Abi and Brooks, why were they acting so funny? Why didn’t they shoot? Abigail’s gaze flicked to her boss and she sent him a confused look, wondering if he was seeing what she saw.
Noticing Abigail's gaze on him, he briefly averted his eyes from Vin, peering at the newly arrived Eli. His scowl deepened as he noticed part of the group being hassled into the mine, before snapping his gaze back at Vin, expecting and hoping for an answer sooner than later. Even with the tension currently surrounding the three in and around the car, he left his snub-nosed resting on his lap, as to not provoke Vin any further.
Abigail’s mouth opened as a flash of clarity crossed her features, and she suddenly lunged out and held an arm in front of Brooks. “Wait, wait wait wait wait!” she cried, grinning like a loon. “You’re...you’re NOT here to shoot us!” she announced cheerily, pointing over at Eli. “And we’re not here to shoot you! This has all been…” Abigail tightened her grip on the pistol, “...a simple misunderstanding. I hope you don’t mind if we stay in the truck because, uh, we trust you as much as you trust us.” Abigail released one of her disarming smiles, leaning out of her own window. “But the question still stands - why the hell are you in the mineshaft? Clearly you’re not here to inspect it, nor are you here to ambush us.” She raised up her free hand warningly. “And don’t try to spin this conversation around again, we’re not revealing shit until we know you’re not a threat. It’s the least you can do, since you outnumber us and have guns.”
I'm confused as to why Eli started acting too, but since he's taking the long way around, I'll just work with it. Hope your guys don't mind bullet holes!
Edit: I suggest reading the entire IC regardless. I did it in a couple of hours, and you will find it much easier to post afterwards.
Edit: I suggest reading the entire IC regardless. I did it in a couple of hours, and you will find it much easier to post afterwards.
@Stitches I think the presence of Eric and his small arsenal of guns would alert her to the fact that Vin's story about him and his wife was bullshit anyway.
Yeah, if Eli doesn't step in soon, I'm pretty sure there's going to be a shootout.
I'm part of the Nate fanclub, and I think Abigail has a chance in being buddies with our psychopathic one-man army.
Shhshh. Abigail's skillset based on being smart and sneaky. She'll figure it out.
Edit:I'm waiting to see if @remipa awesome or @xandrya post before replying.
Edit:I'm waiting to see if @remipa awesome or @xandrya post before replying.
Are we doing the whole...wait 2 posts until you post thing?
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