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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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stalkerabby
2008-04-02 02:12 pm UTC (link)

She was standing in water and it wasn't good. Her pants were leather, they were going to shrink like an old lady at a wet T-shirt contest. She really needed to stop hanging around King. Abigail started turning a slow 360, taking in everything that she could.

Her eyes hadn't gone far when she heard King and felt his hands on her back. "Wha?" She blinked and looked back at him, "When did you learn the word 'whence,' some movie or something?" Abigail wondered if this was the real King, or if this was some simulation. Could a simulation be this real?

She could smell the water in the fountain, feel it against her feet and legs. She could feel King, smell him too. He had showered not too long ago. He hadn't ever used the word 'whence' though, had he? Turning she eyed him, her hand slipping down to rest on her gun. She took a step back, nearly slipping in the water.

Looking him over she couldn't tell any difference. It looked like Hannibal King, smelled like him, sounded like him. Except for the whence. That was throwing her. He'd probably watched way too many movies. "Where have you been?" Her eyes narrowed a little as she looked into his face, her brows drawing together slightly. Reaching out she pushed back at him. He felt real too.

Starting toward the edge of the fountain, she slipped once as she lifted a leg to go over the edge. Standing now on dry ground she looked up at King. "Where are we and why? Is this some kind of simulation that they're testing out?" She still was wary about this being the real King. Surely if he answered all those questions she'd know.

Then again, who'd want to be King? Sighing she eyed him, "What's this good thing you had?" She smirked, "Lording over the hybrids all by yourself or something?"

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