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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
2008-04-05 04:53 am UTC (link)

Hannibal lifted a shoulder, "Never said I didn't did I?" He waggled his brows playfully at her. God it was good to have Whistler around, even if she'd spread terrible, horrible things around about him. He knew that it would all be in good fun though, so he really didn't have any to many worries. If someone asked, he could always say that Whistler was a pathological liar.

"That's not deranged, thankyouverymuch. It's quite normal. What makes you deranged is that you don't have wet dreams. Bunnies? Nah, I've got much better specimens to have wet dreams over than some playmate." He teased, shrugging his broad shoulders. His eyes trailed over her, carefully and slowly and a smirk graced his lips. Finally he raised his gaze back to hers, “Like present company.” Oh yeah, she was going to get him and get him good. Did Hannibal care really? No, not really.

Dark eyes rolled at her comment about him smoking, “I am not smoking. Gah, Whistler.” He smiled softly, “Gods, AKA the Cosmic Forces.” Holding up his hands he wriggled his fingers at her. “Spooky eh? Just think we’ve dealt with vamps and hybrids but not gods. Should be fun, eh?” Shaking his head at her he dropped his hands. “Yeah, you’re lucky. I ended up here in fucking pajama pants, no weapons and I landed in the damn fountain.” He muttered softly, “But, you’ll find that all of your other weapons that you might’ve left in the Honeycomb Hideout are here. It’s weird the way they’ve set up everything according to our likes.” He paused for a moment, “And speaking of the night I arrived, a woman arrived before I did. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but she gave off that vibe that Danica did.”

His brow quirked up, “Yes, and you leave the women I play with alone…” He stopped, mouth shutting with a click of his teeth. He narrowed his gaze slightly at her, “Oh but why not? You wouldn’t let me watch or join in?” Hannibal pouted prettily at her, batting his eyes as best he could manage before snorting. “Such a spoil sport, and don’t go filling heads with lies about me.”

Hannibal blinked once, twice, three times for good measure at her words. Slowly the Nightstalker licked his lips, eying her with a smirk. “Oh no! Woman, get back here and finish what you started.” He teased, moving quickly and striding over to the desk. Grabbing up her key, and map he watched her waiting on the exact moment that he could toss them at her. He knew she was frisky, and he also knew it’d take all he had to keep up with her.

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