Hominus Nocturnum is an RPG based on the blockbuster hit, Blade: Trinity, starring Wesley Snipes, Ryan Reynolds, Jessica Biel, and many more colorful and talented actors! It is the third instalment of the popular Blade films (based on the comic book).
This RP takes place six months after the movie, and continues from the ORIGINAL ending of the movie. Dracula (or Drake) is dead, Blade has mysteriously dissapeared, but the Night Stalkers have moved on and returned to doing what it is they do best. Now with a group in every major city, they are working to rid the world of the vampires that still walk this earth.
Along with that information, after you have read up on all my other guidelines, do's, dont's, and whatnot, please do not hesitate in asking questions if you have them, and I hope you decide to join in on the fun!
Their confrontation and victory six months ago had left them in dire need of some revamping. No pun intended. And so, Abigail took it upon herself to head up the project. Not like there was too many people who were throwing themselves at her feet to volunteer. She had recruited a few people to take the place of those that had fallen. Always avenged and never forgotten. She hadn't bull-shitted them either. In what King described as her giving TMI she went into graphic detail of what had happened to their predecessors. She didn't want them to get into this business and think that it was something that it wasn't.
That was also one requirement when the other cities had started recruiting. They had to be told what they were getting in to. How the situation wasn't pretty or glamorous and there were no heroes. Almost a verbal consent form if you will. Perhaps a bit much, but she didn't want anyone shitting themselves when Dracula came knocking on their door because they weren't prepared.
As for the Night Stalker's new base, it had been outfitted with the latest in security measures. Silent triggers were placed all around the facility, when activated they administered a blast of "sunlight" into every nook and cranny. It was a bitch to put in, but she figured that if anything happened like it did last time, they would be thanking her in the long run. They had a few new gadgets and there was a special hiding place for Zoe should anything happen. Even though that really didn't help last time. They had produced a few more vials of the virus. Even though it was speculated that any and all of Dracula's creations were destroyed, you never knew when it would come in handy.
So many things had changed. With the absence of Blade, Abbi felt angered by the whole ordeal. She even went ahead and made some of the inhalers in case he showed his pig head around here. She couldn't help it. Part of her felt like they were a family, the Night Stalkers and Blade coming into their life had made one more person for her to worry about. Not that she minded. But she knew that if he was alive that him not atleast contacting them in some way spoke big about what he thought about them. It was frustrating. And any time that he was brought up or she thought about it too long, she plugged up her iPOD and went to the punching bag to relieve some steam.
Today wasn't very much different than any other day. It was a big early for hunting, but soon they would get together a team (which usually consisted of King, herself, and sometimes one of the others.) to go scour the city. A scowl traced her lips. It was King's night to play the bait. She hated just waiting in the car for something to happen. Listening to him narrorate the whole thing like some twisted vampire commentator. It was amusing, and probably more lively than her hunts, but she got the job done. Got in there, and got out. No questions.
So, she sat in their little gathering area, alone. There were several oversized sofas a few chairs and a TV in the corner. The computer and lab was set off to the side, a few rooms branched off from the main area. And of course, the gym/target practicing area and the basketball court. Everyone had their own room. Not everyone was required to live here, it just made things easy. Her feet were propped up on a coffee table, her iPOD laying turned off in her ears. She was lost in thought. Her arms rested on her chest, fingers steepled under her chin.
She was clad in her normal outfit of leather pants and a tank top with some sort of graffiti painted over it. The colors were greys and light blues and some reds. Her hair was slightly wavy and hung around her shoulders. The television was off and her green eyes peered out at nothing in particular.
xTheBlackDotx Hannibal King
The Comedic Relief
Night Stalker
Posts: 3
(6/14/05 11:08 pm) Reply
Re: My Busy Life
((For now, consider this a sort of NPC account for Hannibal...I plan on getting an app up for him, but it seems an RP of the Night Stalkers isn't complete without him, eh? I'll bring in Carrigan a little later on ^^)) "So the arabian guy says, 'it isn't da size of dee hump, but da motion of dee camel'..."
Enter: Hannibal King. Night Stalker.
King was, in the words of Ben Stiller in Dodge Ball, the "jokey-joke maker". If he, Abigail, and the rest of the Night Stalker's lives were a movie, he'd be recognized as the fun and lovable comedic relief character. So, it was usual of him to be cracking such a joke during this brilliant hour of the early-evening or during any time of the day, actually; and this one was complete with his best impersonation of what he thought an Arabian person would sound like, or of that guy who worked the 7-11 on 34th and Main. Though, that guy might be Indian...Was there any difference, really? Not in King's opinion, he arrogantly shrugged away. His jokes were almost always raunchy, dirty, and quite frankly, corny. Just like his pick up lines. Lucky for him, his irresistable handsomeness was there to back him up.
A small uproar of laughter, mainly that of King's and two other persons - DJ (the newly aquired technician) and Maddox (one of their many recruited hunters) - though Hannibal's was the only that sounded genuine. Like, what he'd said was actually funny. Atleast he'd thought it was funny...He guessed that maybe not everyone had the same sense of humor. One would have to be into the loud, rude, and obnoxious way of his. To be honest, he would have appreciated it if the two hadn't laughed at all, instead of their obviously fake and forced outbursts. Patting them both on their backs', King's laughter slowly but surely faded, along with the usually broad smile of his.
"Yeah, well...Thanks for trying, guys."
He sighed heavily, and there was a rather awkward moment of silence between them all. Each one giving that last squeak before clearing their throats, ready to move on. DJ swivelled his head in a nod of agreement, muttering something that sounded quite a bit like 'sure, anytime' and then Maddox merely gave an incoherent mutter, 'uh-huh' was all that King could make of it. They parted ways then, and he knew they were shaking their heads just as he was, mouthing an almost-silent, "Yikes" as they went.
Peering over his shoulder, dark, beady eyes blinked as they watched his associates walk off down the opposite hallway. Hannibal hung his head, gaze reverting to what was ahead of him - the walls of this corridor, much like the others, lined bins and carts of equipment, and clear tarp hanging in layers from the ceilings - his eyes quickly fell to the tiled floor; bringing a strong hand to the back of his dirty blond head, and scratched the shaggy hair there. He could use a hair cut, and had been meaning to get to the barber's, but hell...Who had the time? Between hunting vampires at night, and tracking their familiars by day...
Rounding the corner, he found himself entering the lounge..type...room...Where they all sort of just hung out. Rested...er...when they could. Which seemed to be never nowadays - The Rec Room! Yeah! That's what it was called!
Anyway, ever since Blade's dissapearance and the defeat of Dracula (yes...the Dracula) just, oh..about six months ago...Everything seemed to go haywire; and they were never busier. They'd managed to get other groups of hunters and slayers together in many of the other major cities, but it seemed L.A.'s own Night Stalkers were running a bit short these days; and the loss of their former teammates only clouded their thoughts even more. It was to Hannibal's surprise when he found out, but he felt a bit more for Abigail whom had stumbled upon their bodies the same night that Massive diaper-stain known as Drake had beaten the @#%$ out of him before stealing him away to that vagina with fangs, Danica Talos and her little lap dog, Grimwood.
They were dead now. So...That was a happy, little ending. He owed everything to Blade and Abigail, and...
"Speak of the Hellion." Hannibal chimed, walking past his co-captain with a nudge of his elbow, reaching a hand up quickly and swiftly, with a mastered talent, snatching one of the headphone pieces out of her ear. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to hear him with them in, and that iPod thing undoubtedly blared. It was like Hannibal though, to not get that it was quite possibly meant to drown people like him out. He laughed lightly and gave a slightly girlish squeak to follow "You kids and your music..."
Re: My Busy Life
(( You are absolutely right. Hehe...yay, I love Hannibal! ))
Luckily for Hannibal he knew by now what his jokes would elicit from Abbi. Nothing. A lesson he had to learn the hard way. Everyone else saw her as a cold bitch. But King knew otherwise. She had her moments. But coddling his ego by laughing at his unfunny jokes wasn't one thing that she did. No bullshit. That's how her relationship with anyone was. Some people got more of it than others. But in the end, they were all treated the same.
It was true, that she had been there for the aftermath of everything. Had seen her friends mowed down like cattle from the, and he so eloquently put it, diaper stain known as Dracula. It was the one time that no one had seen her break down. How could she not? She had failed miserably. Failed the people that among anyone, she was sworn to protect. That's why she let everyone know upon entering this job what they were getting themselves into. A bit morbid, but if she had thought about it she would have taken pictures. Just to drive her point home. Kind of like the orientations that you go to when you are hired by a job for the first time. Okay, maybe that would have been a little much.
King would probably be surprised to note that the iPod was indeed off this time. Of course, he -didn't- know that and he didn't know that she had heard him from the point that he was trying to get to the punchline of the joke. A smile had flitted to her lips momentarily in an almost anticipation of what would come next. It was gone by the time King had stepped into the room she was in. She would never readily admit it. But she liked it when he was around. He took the edge off of everyone's nerves (most of the time) including hers. His ego was so big though that if he knew it, he would never let her live it down. So it was best that she enjoyed his presence in secret.
What creeped most people out about Abbi was her uncanny ability to be aware of her surroundings when she was blaring her music. She used it to fight and to train. It was ingrained in her. So when people tried to sneak up on her, they were often disappointed to find that she was just as aware of their presence now as when she wasn't listening to anything at all. Hannibal probably figured it was some sort of game. See how many times you can get the plug out of Abbi's ear. Sometimes he was successful...and other times, like this was, he was not. Having heard him approach, she timed it just right. His hand swiftly moved down (she had to admit that he did have his technique perfected) and she simultaneously lashed her own hand up to wrap around his wrist before he could touch the cord.
She would wait for him to pull away, tilting her head up to him and gracing him with one of her true smiles. "Next time King, make sure the music is actually on."
Sitting up, she let those green eyes of hers follow him. "You ready for tonight? It's your turn..." Any sign, any at all that he wasn't in the mood or he didn't feel like it and she would gladly take the reins. Of course, it didn't hardly ever happen that way. Hannibal loved what he did as much if not more than she did.
She would invariably take the heaset out and place it in her lap. Getting into a standing position, she would begin to stretch and pop some underused muscles. She needed to work on a training simulation for them to go through. As usual, her mind was on a million different things that needed to be done.
(( Hehe, you play such a good Hannibal! ))
xTheBlackDotx Hannibal King
The Comedic Relief
Night Stalker
Posts: 4
(6/15/05 9:10 pm) Reply
Re: My Busy Life
((Well thankyou! LOL I really like RP'ing Hannibal for some reason...))
Hannibal found himself surprised by the outreach of Abbi's own arm to grip him by the wrist. Twisting it and bringing a very light grimace to his face. All that escaped him was a "Heh..Hehe...", awkwardly pouring from betwixt thin lips. Taking into consideration Abigail's little tid bit of advice, but of course was just as quick to push it back out of his mind. Nah...This was like a game for him. Which, she probably knew of already. Probably even called it something long and drawn out, something blunt and uncreative. Something straight to the point, like...like..."See how many times you can get the plug out of Abbi's ear".
"Ow. Okay, Abbi..." King started, giving his innocent act - something which he was quite good at. A few blinks here and a hesitant stutter there, and he was set to go. "That hurts me.."
With much effort, Hannibal freed himself from the strong-woman grasp of Abigail Whistler. The stone cold and ever-so foxy Night Stalker. He gave her a quick smile, one that grew even bigger at the sight of one of her genuine grins. A rarity for her, among many other things, but nothing felt better than the accomplished and victorious thought that he'd brought it to her face. A gave a thoughtful look, silent for a moment, before another awkward laugh escaped him.
"Yeah well, I'll keep that in mind next time I try to sneak up on you. Which will be..never."
King watched her as she as sat up, stashing the headset in her lap while she stood and gave a stretch. The sound of some once-rested muscles popping as she did made scrunch up his nose. Not liking that sound all too much. Not at all, really; and as he turned away, he could feel those stoney eyes of her's on him. He already knew what she was staring at - for. Hannibal didn't need to hear her query to figure that out.
Starting for the floor refridgerator, he leaned down inside it as he opened the top lid. Searching for something in particular. Something that could quench his thirst. Suddenly, it was feeling a bit hot in here. Evident by the slight sheen on the skin of his bare shoulders. Having opted for his usual, ribbed-white tank top. He hated that word...wifebeater...and made a strange promise to himself that he'd never refer to them as so.
"Ah!" He light waved his hand, "You kiddin' me? I've got mah leather picked out and everythin'!"
A heavy sigh escaped him as he lifted an ice cold water bottle from the fridge tray. Screwing open the cap and gulping down as much of the clear, cool liquid he could. It was so refreshing and light on the tongue. Sweet-tasting even. One of those 'oh, that was good' gasps coming from deep within his throat as he pulled the bottle away. Wiping his mouth with his arm in a lazy fashion, his bushy brows furrowed, looking like he was in and extremely deep thought, "Hey...Do you think I should go with my Gucci pumps and matching handbag? Or is that a little too over the top for the ol' 'I'm not a hunter, I'm just misunderstood' ploy?"
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She knew he was faking it. Faking being hurt. He had been punched around much worse than the pain she was inflicting by gripping his wrist. She didn't protest when he wriggled out of her grasp. She figured that you either loved or hated Hannibal King. You either found his boyish charm endearing or terribly frustrating.
She walked over to a little cabinet and opened it. There layed her bow, like some holy relic just waiting to be plucked. She gave a light chuckle as he vowed to never sneak up on her again. Plucking the bow from it's stand, she quickly slung it on her back. The quiver was next. She knew that it wasn't her turn and she wasn't going out tonight, but she always liked to be prepared. "Yeah, yeah. Never...until next time, right?" As long as he knew not to mess with her when she was preparing for a fight. Then they would be okay. And she was pretty sure that he knew. He only really bugged her when it wasn't important, like now. Maybe it was some unspoken truce they had. Or maybe he just hadn't thought to cross that line yet.
Turning around, she closed the doors with an audible click and leaned against the now closed cabinet, arms crossing under her stomach. Those green eyes watched him curiously. Drinking the water like it would save his life. After he made his Gucci comment she gave a few moment's pause before answering him. Her voice normal and without inflection that came with humor. "Oh, but you know how much I love to see you in Gucci." Somehow, the lack of humor, just brought in more humor to her words.
As it was, she supressed a smile at his wrods. He could be funny. When he wasn't really trying. Maybe she should give him that advice. Or...maybe save it for another day. Tightening the strap some on the quiver she walked over to a case and opened it...looking down at all the arrows that lay within. Selecting a few, she raised her arm over her head and slipped them into the vacant hole waiting in the familiar spot at her back.
xTheBlackDotx Hannibal King
The Comedic Relief
Night Stalker
Posts: 14
(6/18/05 2:11 pm) Reply
Re: My Busy Life
Her comment about his 'never-being-until-next-time' got a chuckle out of him. Shaking his head lightly with a small grin, "Oh, Abbi...You know me so well."
Hannibal knew he shouldn't be messing with Abigail. She could probably kick his ass like it was nothing, and it would probably be a worse beating than the one Jarko - the walking steroid - had given him in that cellar...like...place sixth months ago; and then he'd almost gotten his ass chewed off by a vampire Pomeranian and it's two, body guard pit bulls. Those had been vampires, too. What the @#%$ was wrong with those bloodsuckers? Testing that kind of @#%$ out on animals. Dogs...A @#%$ Pomeranian vampire for Christ's sake...
It was a bit comical, but at the same time, gave him chills. When he'd seen that dog open it's @#%$ mouth and it's @#%$ jaws split open like that. What the hell had those pointy things, those fang things with drool and crap hanging off of them. Hell, it could have been some toxic venom for all he knew, but he was glad he wasn't trapped in there long enough to find out. Jesus.
Hannibal watched Abigail as she went to the cupboards, plucking her bow and quiver from their resting places, and a scene from Indiana Jones seemed to pop into the back of his mind. It wasn't her turn tonight, they both knew that, but he liked how she was always ready to back him up. They were a team like that. It felt pretty damn good knowing someone had his back; and even more so that his team mate liked seeing him in Gucci. Hell, he'd break out his Dulce and Cabanna if he had to, 'cause he was just such a stylish guy. A note on his usual sarcasm. "Y'know, you never did return my Prada handbag..." Hannibal awaited a punch or slap on the arm. "And I really need those back, 'cause..I got this really hot date coming up."
"So do you think you could possibly get those back to me by Friday night? 'Else, I'll just have to raid your closet, myself..."
Hannibal was a bit fascinated by the way she got herself ready. Like, picking up those arrows and just sending them over her shoulder, into the quiver without a second thought. She knew where it was, everything was perfectly calculated and memorized. He wished he was that organized, but his method of getting things done worked just as well. Besides, he was already good at eluding the enemy. Speaking of the enemy...They hadn't heard much from those vampires as of late. They were a bit more secretive, and were doing a pretty good damn job at hiding everything from the hunters. "Hey, you think that maybe.." Hannibal trailed then, having a serious thought for once.
Not bothering to finish his sentence, he shook his head lightly and gulped back another swig from his bottle.
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Of course she had his back. Just as he had hers, and she knew it. He was one of the people that she knew for 100% that if she needed him, he would come through. Very rarely did she leave herself outs, or give some slack so that someone else could bare some of the weight. It just wasn't who she is. With Hannibal she felt like she could do that sometimes and it not come back and bite her in the ass. For all his comedic relief, when he needed to get serious, he did. Atleast mentally. She didn't think that his mouth ever stopped moving. It didn't happen that way over night. Rarely does Abbi trust people without them proving themselves to her more than once. Sounded like a pain but what resulted was a firm and thickly cemented foundation for a relationship. Just like when Hannibal got caught. He knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt that Abbi would come for him. Blade was a nice backup. If Abbi was ever caught, she knew he would do the same for her. Just like he said. When you joined you got all sorts of little perks...
Even she had to admit that he took his humor too far sometimes. Things that got a nice smile out of Abbi could soon be worn down and tried to death. Thus the Prada handbag and raiding of the closet. Maybe if it was her turn tonight she would be in a better mood and could go along with it longer. But it wasn't. Not that she was pouting. She was usually a good sport about it. If only for the sake that regular practice keeps you sharp. A la Abraham Whistler. She just hated feeling like her hands were tied and that she couldn't do anything. Atleast until it looked like Hannibal was being overwhelmed. Which didn't happen very often, if ever. They were both good at what they did. It was just a piece of her personality that didn't mesh well.
Meeting him over at the fridge, she didn't even have to touch him. That look spoke volumes. Hazel eyes bore unlaughingly at him, and her eyebrows raised a little as though to tell him that he could drop it anytime now. Hey, atleast it was better than she trying to fake up a smile like everyone else. He knew when he scored with her. She didn't need to give him any extra brownie points.
Pulling on the handle the door opened with a familiar whoosh as the suction gave free. She bent at the waist, peering into it for a moment, the arrows on her back moving around somewhat restlessly, but never falling out. The bow was beside her on the ground, her left hand resting on it to steady it from falling over. After another moment's hesitation she reached her hand in and grabbed the blue flavored PowerAid from her corner of the fridge. She didn't care if anyone had any of them, but she liked to keep them where she could see them and easily accessable.
That's when Hannibal started his question. And didn't finish it. He knew she hated that. And she hoped that his trailing off was just a way to get her attention more firmly before he began. If you're going to say something, say it, if not don't even open your mouth.
Unscrewing the cap, she closed the fridge door and took a gulp, returning her gaze to him once again, this time a questioning look to her expression. "What?" Her voice wasn't impatient, merely wondering. The bow leaned against her legs now, and the side of her body rested on the front of the fridge. While she was waiting she made a mental checklist in her head of everything they would need. Most of it was usually already together. But she just liked to be prepared and sure that everything was going to fit into place. Her eyes never left him though. She found that if she held eye contact with him it usually got him moving in the desired direction.
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Sometimes he honestly couldn't believe this was his life, that monsters were real and that he fought them. Yeah I know what you're thinking crazy right, DJ would have thought exactly the same thing a few years ago but so much had happened there was no use trying to pretend that the world was this happy, shiny place where nothing bad ever happened. Bad things happened, even to good people. He had found this out the hard way, he lost both his brother and sister to it, to them...the vampires.
He sat at his work station music blaring as he prepped for the night ahead, a picture of happier times sat in front of him and he glanced at it as he loaded one of the guns with uv bullets. The picture had been taken when he graduated from military school, when he was still called by his given name Phinius. His younger sister Vivian was grinning from ear to ear, while his older brothers Wallace and Dennison stood behind him with a look of pride on both their faces. To bad the happiness of the day would be shattered a couple of hours later when DJ told his father he wasn't enlisting, it would also be the last time the family would be all together. He pushed the picture behind one of his monitors, not wanting to be reminded of the past at the moment, the pain still fueled him but he refused to let it consume him.
Easier to Run by Linkin Park echoed through the Nightstalker headquarters, he was sure it was pissing someone off but DJ really didn't care. He was like Abbi in one respect he needed his music to get ready for the hunt, he didn't know what type of music she listened to though, he'd have to ask her sometime though. Not that it really mattered, whatever it was it worked and that was the most important thing. He stood up from his swivle chair and set the gun down alongside the other weapons and looked over the check list to make sure that all of the weapons requested were there and ready to go.
"Perfect."
He said quietly to himself and pressed stop on the remote for cd player, and made his way to the kitchen to get something to drink before they moved out. As he walked in he saw that Hannibal looked far more serious then he had only twenty minutes ago when he was cracking jokes, well his version of a joke. Abbi looked serious as well but that was nothing out of the ordinary, he cleared his throat and walked in further.
"I hope I'm not interupting anything."
xTheBlackDotx Hannibal King
The Comedic Relief
Night Stalker
Posts: 19
(6/25/05 6:13 pm) Reply
Re: My Busy Life
((Sorry it took so long!))
Hannibal watched Abigail as she grabbed her own bottle of water, shutting the fridge door and proceeding to unscrew the cap. His eyes trailing to her a moment, before shifting to the floor at the sound of her taking back a swig of her drink. King knew what he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. A few moments passed, and at her query, his mouth dropped open slowly, actually ready to answer her. However, someone else made themselves know. Walking in through the doorway just across the room, was DJ. The Weapons Expert, and one of those who tried to humor Hannibal when he cracked his lame jokes.
"I hope I'm not interupting anything."
"Nah, man," Hannibal started, shooting a small glance to Abbi before he gulped back some more of his water. Topping it all off, he swished the liquid about in his mouth, and swallowed it with another one of his 'oh-that-was-good' sort of gasps. "Nothin' important."
Hannibal tossed the bottle carelessly into the small, plastic trash bin next to the counters. Wiping his hand on his jeans, getting rid of the excess water from the prespiration of the bottle. Leaning back on the counter, he crossed two large arms over his broad chest. Nodding upwardly to DJ with a blank face, still without the smile he'd had before. "You..uh...You ready for tonight?"
That was a stupid question, Hannibal thought to himself. Raising his brows quickly at himself and in silence. For once. He didn't have much more to say, those thoughts slowly but surely slipping from his mind. However, he couldn't help but get a lurch in his stomach. Something was wrong. He knew it. He didn't get this feeling often, but when he did, half the time he was always right. Of course, he'd keep his mouth shut..Abbi wasn't always too fond of his little spouts or feelings of superstition. If that's what you could call it. She usually just told him to shut up or stop talking; and he always did.
"So...Any o' you seen the little one running around?" He questioned aloud, blurting out his words before thinking them over. "Not Zoe, the other one...The pain in the ass?"
By the pain in the ass, he meant of course, Brain. She was any other teen...Whiney, sarcastic, constantly emotional, and a smartass. Even more so than King, and even more cocky, if that was at all possible in this god forsaken place they called the world. She was their computer tech specialist, and a friggin' child prodigy. A genius, if there ever was one. They had come across her one night, getting the beat down by a group of punk vampires. Claimed she'd ran away from home. They didn't ask anymore questions, took her in, feeling somewhat responsible for her, and after she had completely recalculated Sommerfield's computers and databases (having otherwise been unable to use them after their first genius' death), they decided to keep her. Got her back in school and everything. Ever since then, she had been the pain in their asses, and the brains behind a good part of this operation.
((Brain is a character I'm working on, and will bring her in later...))
She was just about to get it out of him. She saw his mouth opening and his tongue begin to form those words and then they were interrupted. Why did he do that sometimes? By he, she meant Hannibal. It was like you couldn't give him too many things to do or else he would shut down. She raised a brow at him as he apparently decided that telling her what he was going to tell her wasn't that important. She shot a rather irritated look towards DJ as he made his way in. Not necessarily because he interrupted them, there was really nothing to interrupt. But just because. She didn't need a reason to be irritated. Even though she had a perfectly valid one this time.
She took another swig of her drink and then capped it, opening the fridge and putting it back inside. Grabbing her bow, she slung it over her shoulder and stood tall. "Nope, not interrupting anything at all." Eyes flickered over to Hannibal as he confirmed his side of it, and she lightly punched him on the arm as though to tell him to snap out of it or something. It probably had a little more force to it than to be under the 'lightly' category.
Walking over to the couch that she was sitting on moments before she scouped up her iPod and clipped the player part onto her belt, and put the earpieces around her neck. "Saw her early this morning, but that's about it."
She paused then, as though something just struck her. An idea. A light smirk came to her lips as she looked at the other two in the room. She quickly did a once over of them both. They were very good looking. It was almost like a male GQ dream in here. But that wasn't what she was looking at them for. She could care less what they looked like..as long as they got the job done. Suddenly, she began to walk back over to where she kept her bow. Taking it off of her shoulder she hung it back up.
"I've got an idea for tonight. Instead of going out like we usually do. How about we go check out that new club." Now, at this very point, they would have started being worried about her. Abbi give up a night of hunting for a night at a club. Break out the thermometer. Of course, her next words would put their fears to rest. "I heard its suppose to be a vampire haven. We wouldn't be looking to start trouble. But maybe make an ID on some people. By no means am I saying that we won't be armed. Just inconspicuosly. What do you think?"
Only then does she turn towards the other two to see their reactions. She would have to add a leather jacket to her ensemble. That would be enough to hide a couple of guns and one or two knives. Plus, she could pack a little pouch of silver dust. Without waiting for them to reply, she began to open another drawer and taking out her two most favorite guns, most favorite meaning that no one but her could use them, and sticking them in the waist band of her jeans at her back. Then came the knives. Her pants were cut in such a way that she could hide such things in them without being detected. I hope they don't have metal detectors. That would throw their plan for a loop.
And just in typical Abbi fashion, she began to lay down the rules. "No drinking, no girls. We don't want to stick out like a sore thumb, but don't get sidetracked." She shot her eyes towards Hannibal. She didn't know how DJ reacted in situations like this one, but she knew Hannibal too well. "I'm not above playing the jealous girlfriend." She smirked just then. As Hannibal should know too well, they had done something like this before and he had gotten a little too wrapped up in something other than their objective. So she had marched her happy little butt over to him and his circle of adoring fans. She even went so far as to slap him on the face. It hadn't hurt, but the effect was good. Enough to tell him that she thought he needed to focus more. She had almost laughed as she walked away from him in a feigned huff. The look on his face had been priceless.
As it was, Abbi was too intimidating for most guys to even approach her. She wasn't open or friendly. And if one managed to not let her cold exterior bother him, he would be met with a couple of quiet rude words that often sent him backpedaling in the other direction.
After she was done loading herself up she looked towards the other two. Most of the time she liked to do things in a vote fashion. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. She usually had the power to veto. But it was an attempt at being fair. So she waited for their input.
"Oh yeah, someone should tell her we'll be gone." Only reason was so that she could activate their first response defense system. The UV protectants was a second response. She had really beefed up the system after the incident. She wanted to feel like all her little chickies in the nest were safe. Especially when she wasn't there.
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He looked back and forth from Abbi to Hannibal, there was something between the two of them, it was undeniable but what that was he wasn’t sure. They both assured him that he in fact had not interrupted anything as he walked across the kitchen and opened the fridge and grabbed a Red Bull from the door, he needed to be focused and an absurd amount of caffeine always helped, that and pixie sticks. He closed the door sealing in the cool air once more and popped the top on the slender can, he nodded yes to Hannibal’s question of him being ready for the night ahead.
“Always ready when it comes to kicking vampire ass man. Cheers.”
He lifted the can to the two of them and down the sugary sweet drink in a few gulps. He felt it hit his stomach and as he lowered the can from his lips he shook his head quickly and let out a breath, his eyes went wide for a moment and he coughed slightly. He tossed the can into the recycling bin effortlessly and went to a cupboard to look for the pixie sticks he had hidden from Zoe and Brain, he listened carefully to what was being said behind him.
“I saw the prodigy an hour ago, she almost whooped my ass at Splinter Cell but…well I rule.”
He said with a smile as he grabbed four sticks out of the cupboard and turned around, jumped up on to the counter top and tore open the packages. He then notice that Abbi was looking at him, he raised an eyebrow as he watched her take off her bow. She did it with such a grace that you would have sworn she was a classically trained fighter or dancer even, some opponents had under -estimated her because she wasn’t as big as him or Hannibal but they only lived shortly to regret making the mistake. He downed the sugar powder filled sticks one by one and almost choked when Abbi suggested that they go to a club instead, but then she finished her sentence and he had to swallow a couple of times to prevent himself from coughing the coloured sugar everywhere. He looked over at Hannibal to see his reaction to the idea, but seeing that Hannibal wasn’t speaking DJ hopped off the counter and walked over to Abbi who hadn’t waited for either of them to respond.
“Sounds like a plan, I live for recon.”
He winked at her and watched as she began to grab different weapons, and it was like a light bulb went off in his head, he had the perfect weapon for a night such as this.
“Wait right here…you’re going to love this.”
He said without explaining himself, he rubbed his hands together excitedly as he left the kitchen area and headed back to the weapons station.
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