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Tweak says, "My boating arm!"

stalkerabby (stalkerabby) wrote in pandemansion,
@ 2008-03-30 22:58:00

Entry tags:

abigail whistler, arriving, hannibal king

April 3, Arrival of Abby
Who?: Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King
What?: Abigail gracefully descending upon the mansion fountain.
When?: April 3rd, night.
Where?: The fountain.
Rating?: Probably gonna be R, cause of Hannibal
Status? In progress.

She was going out hunting. She didn't care if she had someone with her or not. Hannibal had been missing for a day, or two. It had been two. Right? Pausing as she dressed, her brows drew together. That wasn't like him. True he was his own man, but he made it a point to check in with her, or someone, or at least be heard by her. It wasn't that she worried much. It was just a family thing.

She finished getting dressed, and began slipping her weapons on. Her favorite projectile blade at her wrist, tested, secure. Her guns, tested, secure, safety locked for now. Her quiver of arrows, secure. Boots on and blade working well from it. Her bow, her UV bow, as much silver as she could carry and she was set for weapons. Her ipod was put in her sleeve, the buds tied around her neck until she would need them. Before her shower she had put in a new playlist.

Now. Where was King?

Stepping out of her room she glanced about, listening for a moment. Sighing she didn't hear a thing out of normal, except for no King. She headed to his room, knocked before walking on in. His bed was a mess, his bathroom light on and it was as if he hadn't left but he definitely wasn't there. Making quick work of his sheets and looking in his closet and every available space, she just wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding from her. Why he would do that, well it was Hannibal King. He could be on a sugar high and crawling on the ceiling for all she knew.

Abigail glanced at the ceiling before walking out, then rolled her eyes at herself. Closing his door behind her, she felt an odd tug. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began crashing in a downward spiral. Her eyes slid open, she saw doors in front of her, kind of below her and before she knew it she was crouched in between them, water slapping at her legs and arm. Standing she stared.

What in the hell had just happened? Shaking the water from her arm she gingerly looked about, stepping away from the doors as they began closing. She watched them, grimacing at the image. She knew she had seen it before, but couldn't quite place it. It was rather grotesque, except for the angels oddly enough. Where was she? How was she here? And what was she supposed to do?

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hellokittytat
2008-04-01 04:08 am UTC (link)

Hannibal had enjoyed yesterday, and he really was enjoying today. He'd lazed about, watching old movies on the TV in his room, went and worked out, showered, and then lazed about some more. Oh fuck yes he could live like this forever.

However, his stomach demanded food. It demanded it now as it let out a long, low growl of hunger. Getting up he slipped on a pair of jeans, a wife-beater and his boots. Grabbing up his holster he slipped it on and put his guns in their proper place. Even though the silver haired man, whatever the fuck his name was, had given them a rule about not killing, Hannibal wasn't taking any chances. There wasn't any telling what was actually there in the mansion.

Shutting and locking his door behind him, he glanced at Yuna's door, and shook his head. No reason to look too needy. Sauntering by her door he made his way to the lower levels of the mansion. He didn't need his map today, he'd been down to the kitchen twice already so he knew the way.

Once down in the kitchen he smiled as he saw the food sitting there on the counter. A london broiled roast beef sandwich with all of the fixings. Except for onions. God he hated onions. He ate his sandwich as quickly as he could, he still had half of his movie to watch, and washed it down with a tall, cold glass of water. Once done, he pulled a paper towel from the roll and wiped his mouth, tossing the waste into the trashcan.

Patting his stomach he strolled out of the kitchen, and back to the foyer. His brow rose as he heard the gates creak open, and he canted his head to the side. Oh that was a sight for sore eyes right there. Or was it?

He eyed Abigail Whistler carefully, weighing out his options on her being there. On one hand, if the vampire population got out of control he'd have her asskickery on his side. But on the other hand she'd cockblock him worse than any male would by filling the women's heads with horrible lies about him.

Oh, he knew Abigail Whistler well.

Shaking his head and narrowing his eyes he started towards her. "Oh, no, no, no. Go back from whence you came!" He stepped up on the lip of the marbled fountain, pushing at Abigail. "I mean it. Dammit Whistler, I had a good thing going here and now...you're here." His gaze narrowed a little more at his Nightstalker comrade, but a smirk played on his lips. In all reality he was happy to see her, to know that she was alright. Not that she couldn't take care of herself, but they were family.