( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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[novice]

( She should've known that he was going to ask about her gun. Of course she wasn't stupid enough to forget it, but without a pair of jeans to tuck it into, or a coat to hide it in a pocket, she wasn't exactly left with ... options as to where to put it. )

I, uh, ( She stops walking and pulls the hem of her skirt up to approximately mid-thigh, where the barrel of her gun that was gifted to her by the younger Gecko brother is pointing downward, nestled safely into a holster on the inside of her left thigh. That was an interesting shopping trip.

It's comfortable, due to the fact that Abigail's petite frame still (mostly) reflects her age, and the safety's on so no accidents will happen. ) –– yeah, I got it.

( She promptly returns the hem of the skirt to its proper place and smooths it down once more.

If she'd successfully avoided blushing earlier that's gone to Hell as she is a deep, scarlet red, now. )

I can do it if it needs to happen; it'll be fine.

( While she is more comfortable with rifles than she is handguns, she's always had an eye for shooting, and she picked up on the smaller weapons pretty quickly.

She doesn't like to think about the fact that the reason it does is because of the fact that her father had her hunting innocent animals from a young age. The girls she helped ensnare were a different story, entirely. One she has yet to talk about in depth. )

Richie's been taking me to practice when we have the time and says that I've gotten a lot better.

[ramblin]

[ They stop just before reaching the car. Not long after, she's slipping her arm out from his to bring her skirts up her thighs. He looks away, placing his hands over his brow, because he's not a goddamn pervert, alright? At the mention of her gun, he hesitantly turns his head, eying the stretch of skin up her leg, and finally the holster at her thigh. ]

Easy there, Marilyn, you're gonna have every goddamn tomcat hopping the fence for a peek at that thing, you hear me?

[ He reaches forward, smoothing her dress over her stomach. Seth Gecko's a lot of things, but he isn't indecent. He knows what to do and what not to do, understands that a woman's body is her own. But there's something in him, an overwhelming urge to keep Abigail safe. She can hold her own, sure, but that's not why she's here.

She's here, because she's part of this. She's a part of them. ]

Let's get outta here 'fore you try and show me where you're keeping the knife.

[novice]

Hey, you asked. I was just easing your mind.

( Her cheeks still flushed pink, she doesn't look as confident as she looks. Some of it has to do with the dress she's wearing, not feeling like it belongs on her (Like some small girl wearing her mother's dresses and parading around in shoes that are four sizes too big.), but mostly it's just Seth and the effect that he has over her. He walks into the room and Abigail turns into some shy, giggly college girl.

It's embarrassing, because it's not who she is.

Without pockets or a bag to keep her hands occupied, Abigail isn't quire sure what to do with herself. She ghosts a hand over his, and quickly decides against it, instead linking her arm back with his. )

I thought I'd leave that part to the imagination.

( With an immediate subject change, she clears her throat, looking up at the night sky. If they were anywhere but Hollywood, perhaps they'd be able to see stars. The lights from the busy city prevent this, and leaves a void where constellations should be. )

Is it just us tonight?

[ramblin]

Nobody here but us chickens.

[ Seth unlocks the passenger door, opening it up wide to allow her enough room. He raises his eyebrows, folding his hands together as he leans into the side. Richard had his role to play. The final plans were being put into motion now, and if this thing was going to go down successfully, Abigail needed to see what was in store for her. ]

Tonight, Little Miss Hobbs, you and I will be playing the parts of Mr. and Mrs. Garza from Atlantic City. Which reminds me —

[ He rummages through his pockets until he finds what it is he's looking for. It's a small ring, cheap, but effective. He gathers down on one knee, glancing up at her from in between the open car door. Seth lifts his chin, grinning in a way that can only be described as shit-eating. ]

Will you do me the honors of being my completely smokin' wife for roughly an hour and a half, Ms. Garza? Ah — [ He holds up a finger, the ring round between his middle and thumb. ] Three choices, and the first two don't count.