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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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hellokittytat
2008-04-03 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Giving her a droll look, Hannibal pushed at her again, playfully. "You think? I watch enough of them to pick up a few words, and I was currently in the middle of The Exorcist, if you must know." He grinned at her, Eyes trailing over her as he saw the slight movement of her hand.

Holding his own hands up in defense, he took a step back off the lip of the fountain, slipping a little himself. After he righted his body he spoke, "Easy, Whistler." He murmured, smirking slowly at her. "Unless you want a tussle, which you'll kick my ass anyway, but that's neither here nor there now is it?"

Lowering his hands, he let them hang loose at his sides. "I've been here." He waved a hand around the foyer of the mansion. "Been in worse places though." The smirk was still present on his handsome features, and he lifted a shoulder. He then grunted softly at the push to his chest, pushing her back a little harder this time. "I'm here, not some figment of your deranged imagination." He let out a breath, and folded his arms.

"We're in a mansion, why I have yet to figure out. Something about cosmic forces or something.” He lifted his shoulders before he continued, “Not a simulation, but reality...in some place and time." Oh, Hannibal listened, and he listened well. Well, technically it was called eavesdropping, but that was a whole different story. "Then again, it could be a simulation, see what we'll all do." He pursed his lips, reaching up and tapping them thoughtfully with a forefinger. "But in any event this place is fucking awesome." He grinned over at her, eying her back carefully.

"Oh no, I'm not telling you." He eyed her still, "You'll cockblock me, and I won't have any of that." He pointed a finger at her, smirking all the while. "Did you miss me, Whistler?" Hannibal waggled his brows playfully at her. "Oh you know you did." He opened up his arms, "Come on, and give me some love. You know you want to." He wiggled his fingers, smirking all the while. Oh he loved torturing Abigail, and he knew she’d torture him back when she got the chance.

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