Ann Perkins (powerfulmuskox) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-05-20 23:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ann perkins, character: leslie knope |
WHO: Ann Perkins & Leslie Knope
WHERE: Outside the Hotel
WHEN: Ann's arrival
WHAT: The reuniting of heterosexual life-partners
WARNINGS: The most powerful friendship there ever was? Sadness? Conversations about tulip skirts?
STATUS: In progress.
This was definitely a first. A strange, impossible sort of first that sounded like one of those cheap airport thriller books that Ann had gotten sucked in buying in the past and never ended up reading on the actual holiday. The giant snake with crazy oversized fangs that was slithering from the bathroom had sent Ann, predictably hurtling from the small, creaky-floorboard room, with only just enough time to snatch her things up. She'd not even bothered to take in anything else about the place she'd woken up in, but bleeding walls and murderous reptiles were more than she ever wanted to see and even then her mind was buzzing with dozens of questions. Then again questions almost seemed pretty pointless now – nothing she'd been told by Leslie, or Ben for that matter made any sense and she was getting the feeling it wasn't going to.
That didn't stop a constant what the hell cycling around in her head on repeat, followed by the want to wake up, or go home, or the reverse of whatever on earth had really happened here. The only consolation was that she'd see Leslie any minute. Aside from this whole insane spooky blood-hotel thing, and needing her best friend, Ann missed Leslie so much now that she was living in Michigan and it was still going to be a good few months before she'd be able to visit Pawnee again.
Ann stepped awkwardly away from the hotel, which though it felt completely the right thing to do as even without running across anything worse than the bloodied walls, the whole building seemed to have an eerie whispery vibe to it. Halloween, Leslie had said and she was kind of right, only less the goofy scary and more the actual scary. It was really no less creepy out on the street as she looked out at the grim town ahead. She half-scowled street before her keeping an eye out anxiously for Leslie and anything else that involved blood or possibly severed limbs, crossing her arms about herself slowly.