WHO: Annie Wheaton and Nathan Petrelli WHAT: A reunion. WHEN: Late night WHERE: kitchen of the Hyperion RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high) STATUS: In Progress
Annie had spent the majority of the evening coloring in her bedroom, the CD player and CD she'd had the last time she was here once more in the corner and playing various songs she enjoyed. It had been a good day, so the volume was set to a tolerable level. It was still almost unsettling at how quiet it became, however, when the music was silenced as Annie decided to leave her room. By that point, it was already closer to the witching hour than not but the girl hardly cared about the time. She wasn't sleepy. She was hungry. So, she was going to get something to eat.
Although Annie wasn't capable of making her own food, she was able to remain coherent long enough to find something pre-made in the kitchen. Unfortunately this tended to mean she didn't eat all that healthy unless someone was looking after her and watching her diet. That wasn't a problem at the Hyperion, since she could simply eat whenever the other children were fed, but it did mean that her midnight snacks were almost always something that could be labeled 'junk'.
Tonight was no exception as she calmly dragged a chair to the refridgerator and climbed upon it. Opening the freezer, she made quick work of grabbing the carton of ice cream nestled inside before closing the door and hopping down from her make-shift ladder. It slid across the floor behind her as she moved to the nearby table, a spoon in her hand and ready to dig into her treasure. She was so intent on what she was doing, she didn't pay a bit of attention as the door to the kitchen swung open and someone stepped inside. If she had, however, the ice cream likely would've been forgotten in lieu of greeting someone she'd been wanting to see since returning to the Hyperion.