knifeofsadness (knifeofsadness) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-15 21:31:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | abigail whistler, seeley booth |
Who: Abigail Whistler and Booth
What: jammin' and making ammo.
Where: Her hotel room.
When: around 9pm
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Status: in progress
Her arm still hurt and she didn't take anything for it, didn't see the point. But she'd refrained from going out the last couple of nights, if only to not worry Booth. But earlier she had gone out and came back with a few bags of things. Now she was sitting on the floor, her legs spread and her goodies set out in front of her. Her guns were taken apart, her bow was sitting beside her. On the floor between her legs she had her bullets and arrowheads.
While she had been out she bought an Ipod, the earpieces were securely in place and she bopped her head to the metal coming out of it as she worked, all her tools right there she needed. Her fingers moved expertly as she added the silver and UV compound to the bullets and arrow heads. There was a do not disturb sign on her door, the one between her and Booths room was unlocked in case he wanted to talk or something.
Beside her was a bowl of chili and a couple grilled cheese sandwiches she's been nibbling on. Then right beside that was a box of Twinkies. So she had a sweettooth. She'd have to work it off in the gym later, but it was worth it. The bullets she finished she set loaded into the gun, lifted it and aimed towards the wall. Perfect.