Needy Lesnicki (imakicker) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-03-23 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !storm of the century, abigail whistler, needy lesnicki |
Who: Needy Lesnicki and Abigail Whistler
What: Needy picks Abigail up and rescues her from the storm
When: Sunday afternoon, Storm of the Century
Where: the woods and then the projects
Warnings: Creepy Needy being creepy
Needy watched the prison. They had declared a truce and she understood why. Glory was a fucking hell god and she was going to kill them all if she had her way. It was just that Needy really didn't give a shit. Who cared if they all got sucked into hell? She had already lived her hell and Jennifer was probably there and the demon, the demon didn't hate the idea of hell. It only objected to bowing down to Glory. At least she was pretty, Needy countered. And sassy. Very sassy. There was something about the hell goddess that interested Needy, reminded her of someone that she used to know.
She mostly watched out of habit. She watched everyone and everything. Some called her a stalker but she thought of herself as more someone that needed to know things. You needed to know who your neighbors were and what they could do. Watching other people have lives had become and a habit of Needy's and one that was hard to break. She had only stopped when Nik had brought her into the fold and made her feel like she was a part of something. He was back now and they were playing their same song and dance for a second time but she still couldn't break her habit of hanging back and watching.
It was a good thing too. Who knows what would have become of Abigail Whistler if Needy had left her to the elements? Needy didn't know. She just knew that being part of the demon meant that she could survive in the cold better than she would have back when she was just a person, just nerdy Needy. The demon allowed her to watch from the treetops, to travel them quietly and quickly even through the snow. The human was clearly having issues with her travel. The snow was whipping around in a chaotic tornado and the wind blew hard enough to send the human staggering back.
Out of impulse, Needy reached down and scooped her up from the ground. "You're not very good at this," she said matter of factly to the lovely woman. With that she tucked her under an arm and started racing away through the trees. When she reached the edge of the forest she dropped down and with Abigail still tucked under one arm she vaulted up the steps to her apartment. She set Abigail down long enough to grab her key and let herself in.
"You should come in now. Unless you want to die out in the storm."
Needy turned her back on the girl but left the door open so Abigail could let herself in if she wanted to. Needy shrugged out of her wet coat and hung it up near the radiator before shaking some of the snow out of her long blonde hair.