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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 11:17 pm UTC (link)

Hannibal waved a hand at her, smirking a little bit. “Yeah, yeah.” His brows rose, and a pout formed on his lips. “I am quite normal, thank you. Well, about as normal as someone like me can be…” He shook his head, letting out an evil chuckle at her warning tone. “Ye~es?” He smirked at her, God he seriously liked fucking with her a little too much for it to be healthy.

He lifted a shoulder, “Of course. Just got to find the right books to do some research to see what will kill them.” Hannibal pursed his lips in thought, “I wonder if there’s any way for us to access the net here?” He let out an hmm after he spoke. He hadn’t tried the computer that’d been set up in his room, well not yet anyways. King rolled his eyes at her again as she ruffled his hair, and moved his hands up to it to fix it back. “That I don’t know. Blame the cosmic forces on that one again, perhaps?” He shrugged both of his broad shoulders again. “I think it’s time to see who the higher ups are here, and try to find out some things.” Giving her a droll look once again he opened his mouth, “Oh, haha, no. Fuck that shit no. I got that vibe, the feeling that ‘she’s not all she’s appearing to be on the outside’ kind of vibe. Not the ‘she’s got fangs in her vigina kind of vibe. Jeez, Whistler.”

He let out another long and evil chuckle, “You’re right. What Whistler? Don’t like the visual?” Oh he knew about her and her imagination.

King shook his head at her, “No, I don’t.” He smirked, rolling the map up with the key. He then tossed the two items at her, “But I am buying myself some time with that.” He called, already having run off and up the left staircase. He laughed, pausing as he reached the top of the stairs. “Yeah, I’ll make you alright.” He teased, peering at her over the railing with a large smirk on his handsome features.

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