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[25 Jul 2013|02:08pm]
It was frustrating to say the least, joining the normal world wasn't as easy as she thought it was going to be. Apparently from a majority of the interviews she'd been on she was deemed anti-social and abrasive, which she found to be complete bullshit. Meanwhile King seemed to flourish, he'd opened his business and in no time was doing fairly well at it. While she went on countless interviews and came back with nothing every single day. Not only was she less than fortunate finding a job it seemed she lacked in other skills as well. Cooking was definitely not her forte to say the least. She'd had one disaster of starting a fire trying to do something nice and cook dinner, and that was her last venture into the kitchen from that point on.

At this point she was beyond stir crazy. Walking through the door she dropped her jacket on the chair by the door along with a fresh stack of applications for places that didn't have online ones. Looking down at herself she sighed at the clothing she had to wear, far too girly and professional for her taste, but King had insisted if she wanted to get a job she had to not look like she was ready for a battle. The damned heels had taken quite a bit of work getting used to walking in, sometimes she still teetered and after a while her feet began to ache. Heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water she pulled the elastic from her hair letting it down and sighed.

King was using the downstairs area of the small townhouse they'd been able to afford as his office, while the upstairs was the living space. She had to use the back door to come and go during his business hours. At this point she was almost tempted to take his offer of being his secretary, almost. Grabbing some pizza from the night before she popped it in the microwave and headed down the hall and into her small bedroom. She kicked the heels off and stripped down, putting on a cami and a air of yoga pants before heading back to the kitchen. Fetching her pizza from the microwave she sat at the island and opened her laptop, getting to all her e-mails, which were mostly apologies from the places she'd been that she wasn't the "type" they were looking for.

Rejection wasn't something she was good a dealing with at all, and unfortunately it seemed like it was the only thing she kept getting. Sighing softly she muttered under her breath, "I just need something to kill.." Resting her chin in her hand she went in search of places she hadn't fill an application out for.
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Fic [17 Apr 2008|12:59pm]
[ mood | determined ]

Abigail's point of viewCollapse )

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[25 Feb 2008|09:37pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Fic, it's what happens when the muse is bored and has nothing to doCollapse )

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For xsinandthecityx [07 May 2007|12:17pm]
[ mood | infuriated ]

She thought about what he said, how she had changed so much and he was right. But he had to realize he had changed a lot himself. She could be herself again, she knew she had it in her. Because she had to be that one person he counted on, not anyone else. She had to get herself back and she knew how to do that.

Opening the bag she really wasn't supposed to take she took out her hunting gear. Jubilee and Kitty had gladly agreed to watch the kids for her and she knew they were capable. Besides, with Ororo around she knew her children were safe. The woman was amazing. Abigail had spent many days talking to the woman.

Pulling on the hunting gear, kevlar and her guns she snuck off the ground. That proved to be a task. Unless he was really distracted by other things, which was entirely possible Xavier might know what she was doing. But she didn't care. It took some fancy footwork on her part but she managed to find her way off the grounds. Really, Piotr never should of showed her that little secret emergency exit.

Going through the tunnel she felt the adrenaline begin to pump. There had to be vampires somewhere around here, or at least something that she could kill. Once on the street she started for the city. It wasn't that far. Luckily a huge truck stopped not too far ahead of her. She grabbed onto the bar on the back of it and hitched a ride.

Holding on for dear life she waited til the next stop that ended her up in the heart of the city. Looking around she smirked and walked through the city, looking for anything that got her attention.

Everywhere around her she saw the anti-mutant signs and a couple of registration buildings. It hurt to see that. Her daughter was one of them, that so many people hated her just because of something she couldn't control pissed her off. It took everything in her not to open fire on these imbeciles.

Walking through the busy city streets she took everything in. There were protests and people with signs. Passing through the crowd she sighed, but something caught her eye. She saw a girl struggling, being pulled into an alley. She was young, even more than Emily. There was no way sh could turn a blind eye.

Pushing past the crowd she followed the gang of boys that were messing with the girl. Once in the alley she started to run, turning a corner and found them. About five boys and that one girl. They were taunting her and she could barely make it out. But from what she could hear the girl was a mutant and they didn't like it.

Sounds of whimpering came from the girl and the second she saw a fist raise she knew she'd had enough.


They turned and looked at her. She rest her hand on her hip, near the gun they couldn't see.

"Why don't you try picking on someone your own size?"

They didn't look amused, matter of fact, they looked extremely pissed off. Not that she cared.

"Mind your own fuckin' business lady. Or else you won't like what we give you to play with."

She chuckled and started to walk a little closer.

"Are you insinuating some sort of attack with those teeny things between your legs? Because really, if it takes five of you to attack one girl, well then you really couldn't handle me."

Her eyes were dark and dangerous. But obviously she'd pissed them off because they were advancing on her.

"We'll teach you a lesson you mutie-lovin' bitch."

She growled, her jaw set. That pissed her off. She drew her gun and without a blink she shot three of them, the other froze as they dropped to their knees. There was no doubt they were dead by the time they hit the pavement. The other two stood there as if terrified. Without mercy she shot them as well.

Looking up she saw the girl standing there and walked over to her.

"You need to come with me."

It didn't even daunt her right now she'd killed them. Sure she's killed humans before, but they were familiars. Really, were these anti-mutant activists really any better? Did they deserve any better treatment? In her mind, no they didn't. Easily, that could have been Emily. There was no doubt in her mind she or King would have done anything differently.

She took the girl back to Xaviers and explained to him what happened, save for her little vigilante act. Though more than likely he probably knew. The girl wasn't going to say anything. She showed her gratitude to her savior with a smile. Abigail went back to her room, showered and went to bed.

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Strictly OOC [23 Jan 2007|12:23am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

It gets on my fucking nerves when people play a character and do absolutely no studying of the movie. Recently I've seen someone playing Abigail, apparently they didn't even watch the fucking movie because nowhere in that movie was Abigail a two bit whore who threw herself at men. But it's what she's been reduced to. It pissed me off because this is a character I really love and have played for over a year. Granted I don't play her 100% canon, but whoever this person is playing her sucks on a level that in inconceivable. Honestly, it's enough to make me want to leave that community all together because she snatched up the character before I could and now she's playing her like a WHORE.

Sorry, this was a rant. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

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[11 Jan 2007|11:26am]
[ mood | dirty ]

She felt the adrenaline pumping through her, they weren't even inside the club yet. This time she was much calmer than the last time they had gone hunting. Slipping through an upstairs window. The hallway was dark as she slowly crept towards the stairs to get to the heart of the building to do the most damage.

A drop of sweat slid down the back of her neck and she licked her lips in anticipation. In her mind she could already calculate her every move of what she was going to do, how she was going to do it. Every movement was preplanned in her mind. So she was a control freak when it came to her job. But to be as good as she is, she had to be in control of herself.

She felt a hot breath against her neck and it caused the hairs there to rise and her skin to prickle. It was causing her thoughts to become unfocused

"King, stop it."

Only he didn't his body got closer, pressing against her from behind. A sharp intake of breath as she felt his hands starting to move over her, pushing her against the wall. She was trapped between his body and the wall in the hallway of a vampire club. The danger of it made her heart race.

His lips went to her neck, divesting her of her weapons quickly, each one falling to the ground then her clothes were the next to go. A thin sheen of sweat over her skin and she'd never been so turned on in her life. Her back was against his chest, the front of her body against the wall. A low moan came from her as his hands ran over her body. Her head leaned back against his shoulder and she gasped as his hands ran over her slick center and she jerked, moving against his hand.

He breathed against her ear again, nipping the lobe and she shivered in his arms. Her hips moved and she hissed as his fingers entered her.

"Oh god.."

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Then she felt it, his teeth grazing over her neck, only not normal. She felt fangs and froze for a second. Turning her head her eyes locked on with his glowing ones and then those fangs. Fear lanced through her as well as the most powerful rush of lust she'd ever felt. But panic filled her, though her body was moving the way he was coaxing it.

she heard a noise, almost like a dark laugh and something caught her eye from the corner. Glancing over she saw a figure and it began to move closer. Her eyes grew wide as she realized who it was. King. Her King. She was almost made, but then her nails dug into the wall as she felt the one behind her enter her, his fangs grazing her neck.

"Don't you even fuckin' think about biting her."

She was lost, in a abyss of pleasure and confusion, one overriding the other to keep her from thinking straight.

"Oh, but I can fuck her?"

She caught the glint in her husbands eyes, he seemed to be enjoying this.


For him to be against it he wasn't making any effort to stop it. She was confused but the pleasure was building.

"But we can."

Her eyes sprung open when her husband spoke those words. Looking over she saw him moving towards her, both of them chuckling darkly.

Abigail suddenly sat straight up in bed, her body covered with sweat and she was more than a little turned on. She'd been planning this whole thing with the vampire version of his to get into Danica's little world and fuck it up, stopping to take a nap and then she dreamed about that.

Getting up she walked through the house briskly, looking for her husband. Finally she found him in the gym/shoot range, all sweaty from his session with the punching bag, now he was shooting. Walking over she rest her hand over the gun in his hand, he looked surprised but she took it out of his hand and rest it on the counter before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him down, kissing him hotly as her other hand worked at undoing his pants, both of there bodies gleaming with sweat.

she knew this was sudden, but she didn't care, she had to have him, now. Pulling back just long enough she pulled her shirt off and grabbed him, kissing him hotly again, knoting her fingers in his hair, moaning against his lips.

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[09 Jan 2007|05:58pm]
[ mood | sad ]

She had known this day was coming for a while and she'd been dreading it. Pulling out a shoebox she kept papers in she drew a paper out and tears welled in her eyes. This day a year ago she'd learned she was pregnant. Her life had changed so much since then, and no matter how happy she was with Hannibal and their children it still hurt to know she lost their first one. She wiped her eyes and pulled her legs to her chest just sitting there.

King would be disappointed in her she was sure, but she couldn't help it, he hadn't held that little life inside of him as she had. Her forehead rest against her knees as she sobbed, the paper falling from her hands onto the floor.

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[02 Jan 2007|01:20pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

She heard him enter and she was livid, not bothering to face him as she took another pull from the bottle.

"I'm gonna ask you just once, and don't you dare fuckin' lie to me. Where the fuck where you King?"

Her fingers clenched around the bottle and she was tempted to hurl it at his bug dumb head to give him a taste of his own medicine.

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Not a Blue Christmas anymore [25 Dec 2006|10:21am]
Something was tickling her nose as she slept. She kept wiggling it but it didn't stop. She tired turning over and it still didn't stop. Hitting at whatever it was didn't stop it. Finally she woke up and raised a brow. Her husband was sitting there tickling her nose with some kind of little plant.

"What the hell are you doin'?" She rubbed at her eyes and focused a little more and realized what it was. Mistletoe. Chuckling she shook her head.

"You need help, do you realize this?"

Her brow arched and she smiled at him. The man was far too giddy for this early in the morning.

"That's supposed to go over my head, not up my nose."
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such a goody two shoes [29 Nov 2006|11:22am]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Monday hail_king and I robbed a bank (-50 points). Last Tuesday I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Last month I bought porn for kingslittlegirl (-10 points). In March I pulled cannibal_king_'s hair (-5 points). In November I donated bone marrow to emily_whistler in a life-saving procedure (300 points).

Overall, I've been nice (263 points). For Christmas I deserve an XBox 360!


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[25 Sep 2006|06:09pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Abigail stretched as she got out of bed, leaving King there. She peeked in the walk-in closet/nursery on the babies. After making sure they were fine she went to the bathroom, leaving the door open and showered. Towel around her she went into the closet and fed them both, letting King sleep for a while longer.

Once they were settled down she bathed them and changed them. A light knock on the door and she went over, it was Jubilee with their uniforms. Smiling Abigail loaded the babies up in their double stroller and let Jubes take them.

Going back into the closet she took the towel off and pulled the tight leather suit on. Dragging the zipper up she pulled her hair back and looked at herself in the mirror there. The material was snug and fit like a second skin. Raising her brow she smiled, it was definitely different.

Walking over to the bed she gently nudged her husband.

"Time to wake up, we got things to do today. And your uniform is here."

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[08 Sep 2006|06:18pm]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]

The babies were upstairs, Remy was keeping an eye on them for her. He was surprisingly good with them and they seemed to be very fond of him as well. She's pretty sure his accent relaxes them because she hears him singing French songs to them often. It was really sweet.

Abigail stood outside, near the pond. Little Emily on one side, the other behind her. All three with bows in hand, drawn in unison and fired.

Little Emily hit her target, right in the bullseye. As did Abigail and Emmy. Abigail had determination in her eyes. One day her other children would be out here and she'd be teaching them just as she'd taught these two.

They grabbed another arrow and drew back, firing and nailed the bullseye again. Abigail smiled, the pride she felt so deep inside her threatening to overwhelm. Nothing would ever take her family from her, that much she was certain.

Firing another she arched a brow when it stopped mid-air. She looked over at Emmy with a brow raised and chuckled.

"Cute trick."

"Thanks mom."

Little Emily was giving her bullseye hell, barely any paper left to it. Abigail's brow raised as she heard King bellowing from the house and then heard a few keys words among other screamed curse words. But the one word she heard loud and clear was "Gun".

She shook her head and sighed. This, was not going to be good. The three of the kept firing their arrows, hoping like hell he didn't come stomping out there in a tirade. Which all three of them knew he most likely would.

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[25 Aug 2006|10:12pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

It was late, Hannibal had been up almost all day due to his post high. If it hadn't been so damned funny she might have been pissed, but she knew he did it to relax every once in a while. If he ever did it at home, she'd kill him.

He was still sleeping and probably would be for a while, or at least she figures he will be. Going into the nursery she stepped silently inside and peeked in the crib, the only light coming from the moon outside the window. Tilting her head she smiles at her little girl who was laying there eyes wide but not crying. Abe slept a lot. While Hayley, not so much.

Her voice light and soft, very motherly she whispered.

"Hey there Peanut."

Gently she scooped her into her into her arms and cradled her against her chest as she walked over to the terrace doors. Opening them she stepped outside them and swayed back and forth with her, her cheek resting against the top of Hayley's head.

Softly she hummed to her for a bit, until she began to sing softly to her. Abigail wasn't any good by no means, but Hayley liked it and it often soothed her. She figured as long as it was soft it didn't sound too bad. Slowly the baby began to relax in her arms and Abigail smiled and kissed the top of her head.

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[15 Aug 2006|11:15am]
[ mood | tired ]

Abigail had gotten back from shopping with Selene and laid down on the couch with an entire cheesecake, munching it as she watched some old movie. Eventually she passed out after waiting for Hannibal to get back home.

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[09 Aug 2006|09:20am]
[ mood | happy ]

It was a bright sunny day, not too hot but comfortable. Hannibal was doing god knows what. She decided to do something that she'd been struggling with for a while. Showing her belly she was very shy of but Selene and King had convinced her that it was beautiful.

Nobody was around outside so she slipped on a two piece bathing suit, her belly poking out between it and headed outside. Hannibal didn't want her doing anything strenuous, but she'd read that working out and being busy during the pregnancy made the birth easier.

Her hair had grown a good deal during the pregnancy, hanging to her ass now. She steps out into the water and wades out, letting the cool water soothe her.

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[06 Jul 2006|09:35am]
[ mood | horny ]

Today had been busy. She'd worked with Emily on her bow and arrow. The girl was getting very good. Now she was taking a nap after swimming and a training session. Abigail was bored and had nothing to do so she went outside just beside the lake with her bow. With everything set up she began a little shooting practice.

Completely focused on what she's doing, doing pretty good, but a little rusty. It was irritating her she couldn't quite get the bullseye, but she knew why. Lately her mind's been on one thing and one thing only and ever since him coming back from getting Logan it was worse. It drove her to distraction.

She draws back and the next one doesn't even hit the target. Fuck!

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[09 Jun 2006|08:24pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Abigail lies in the bed, her hand on her stomach. Hannibal had gone out to get her some food. Emily was with Marie and Tyler, Selene and Logan were still camping. Instead of doing anything extravagent she and King had just decided to stay at home and relax all by theirselves. so far it had turned out to be a great idea.

He'd been gone for a while so most likely he'd be back any minute. Having a moment to herself she pulls her shirt up, just beneath her breasts and rubs her hand smoothly over her soft stomach, a slightly evident bump there. Hannibal was constantly talking to the babies, it was adorable. But losing the first one had held her back from being excited about the whole thing. Abigail couldn't help it, she was always waiting for th other shoe to drop.

As carefully as she tried to hide it she knew Hannibal knew how she felt. Often she saw the look on his face and felt bad. It was time to let the past go and embrace this future ahead of her. To stop thinking about every possible bad ending and to ponder what if, just what if she was destined for a happy ending for once. Was that such a hard thing to believe?

Taking a deep breath she looks down at her stomach and smiles softly. It was time to get attached to this baby the way Hannibal already was. Her voice soft, just above a whisper. "Hey in there. I know you probably can't hear me, but your daddy says ya can and it's important to talk to you or something. So, I'm the one that's been sending you all the cheesecake and other stuff. That'd be me.. mom. Never thought I'd get to say that again other than to your sister.

"I'm glad you're here though. And you showed up just at the right time. Listen, I want you to know I already love you. I'm just scared is all. That you're gonna go away or something. I promise you I'll be the best mama to you I can be. A day won't pass you won't know how much I care about you. I'll hug you and kiss you as much as you want. It might be offkey, but I'll even sing to you. Read you stories, tell you I love you everyday."

Softly she wipes a tear away and looks out the window. "You just gotta promise me you're not gonna go anywhere until it's time for you to be born. Don't leave me now and I swear I'll always be there for you." She wipes her eyes and rests her hands protectively over her tummy.

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[29 May 2006|11:18am]
[ mood | mischievous ]

She walks around the couple of rooms she and Selene had rented for the night. They'd managed to get Tyler in on this little scheme, letting them think he's arranged a bachelor party for them. Boy when they got there what a surprise they'd get. She has her costume and music picked out. She walks over to help Selene fix her room up and get the lighting right.

"Think they'll be surprised?" She laughs. "I can imagine they're faces whn Tyler brings them in a strip club, you know they're gonna be scared thinking we'll find out."

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[10 May 2006|07:43pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Day Eight

This had to end and it had to fucking end now. The flowers, the dinner he sent that I didn't get to eat much of because I got sick, it was too much. I was torturing this poor man and I felt so damned bad about it. For hours I avoided that damned box containing the test. I walked past it, stared at it like it owed me something and then watched it from the corner of my eye as I watched TV.

Finally I stopped being a pussy and grabbed it then went upstairs to the bathroom. I did what I had to and waited for the results to take. I must have driven Selene nuts asking her every second if the time was up. Little fuckin' stick was a pain in the ass. Finally she told me I could look. I took a deep breath and peeked over it with fear that it wouldn't say what I wanted it to.

A huge grin spread across my face and I jumped up and down screaming so loud I was sure The Strip could hear me. I didn't waste anytime and cleaned the little stick up then wrapped it carefully, tied to to an arrow and shot it over at the cabin, lodging the arrowhead deeply into the wood along the doorfram leading inside.

Not sure if he'd get it right then I went to take a shower, so happy I could barely contain myself. I stripped and got in, letting the hot water wash away all my worries and hope he'd come to me. He'd damn well better if he knew what was good for him.

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[09 May 2006|07:19pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Day Seven

I can do this, a week without him. I didn't even have the comfort of his smell being around me, lingering. Selene had left to get something for me, it was the only explanation I could come up with why I was feeling so shitty. Feeling like I needed to get out I grabbed up my bow and quiver and took Emily out near the pond for a little practice.

We took a few hours of shooting and she's pretty damn good and only improving. We just might have to get her a gun soon. Emily said I glowed and it made me smile. As she was shooting I watched her but felt someone's eyes on me. I looked up and saw him standing on the deck. I had to quickly look away before he saw the tears. I didn't want him to worry about me. I was still pale and after about two hours of shooting practice I started feeling weak and we went inside. Emily of course went to her father and for that I was glad, he needed her. I went in and relaxed in a hot bath.

After I got out I saw the pregnancy test on the counter and paced back and forth past it for a while before I decided it could wait until tomorrow. I crawled into bed and lied down. How pathetic is it I sprayed his cologne on his pillow so I could snuggle with it and sleep.

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