Hannibal King (hide_n_go_suck) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-09-09 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, hannibal king (hide_n_go_suck), raelle collar (the_fixer), ~2023 september |
Who: Everyone
What: Hannibal's Arrival
When: Sept 9th, Evening
Where: Community Center near the Madison Valley Tea House
Warnings: Low/Med Language (much of it from the film) and a bit of violence in the intro
Danica dug her stiletto into the wound on his chest and he bit back a cry, she liked it too much when you screamed to let her have the satisfaction. He just had to hold out a little while longer, give Whistler time to locate him and she would bring the cavalry. Or, whatever they were calling Blade.
"You don't wanna go back to being one of us. Do you?" Danica tugged at his waistband so the tattoo was visible, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. No. Not again. Whatever little bit of himself that had survived out of sheer force of will the first time wouldn't make it a second.
"I'm gonna bite you again, King and I'm going to leave you here while you turn. I'm going to watch you day after day as the thirst keeps building and building. And then when you can't stand it anymore..." She leaned in to murmur in his ear as Drake brought Zoe into the room and he couldn't stop his reaction, the soft gasp, the frown the way his stomach flipped and turned queasy.
"I'm going to bring the little girl in here for you to feed on. Would you like that King? Would you enjoy taking her life?" No. He'd figured he was going to die the minute he'd woken up to a boot to the face but this would be so much worse. She sat back and he knew when her eyes met his that she knew she'd won. "Now we're getting somewhere my pet."
He just had to hold out a little longer or piss her off enough that she killed him in a rage.
"Aww Dani, you know I prefer my food ripe." He forced a smirk onto his face and refused to look at the little girl as Drake left the room with her. Refused to care. "Not as ripe as you but you gotta be over 18 to ride this ride kitten."
This time she didn't stop Jarko from hitting him and he fell backward with a crash, momentarily dazed, his vision blurred as he pushed himself upright again and when it cleared he was in the middle of a street.
"The F.." he wasn't chained anymore he realized suddenly and started to struggle to his feet. Where the hell was he? And how had he gotten here?. "I am not in Kansas anymore."
[ooc: He's got a stab wound to the right chest that was stitched and bandaged but it bleeding again, an bleeding cut above his left eye (which is likewise blood red), bruising around his throat from being choked and a wide array of cuts/bruises.]