Coping

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail entered the warehouse and slammed the door shut. Things were not going well lately. "Sophia? You here?", she called.

She shrugged off her shoulder bag which contained her high tech foldable bow, foldable arrows, and a couple of knives. The cotents made a small CLINK as she dropped it on the floor and jumped over the back of the couch, landing in the laying down position with her head on the pillow. It had been basically an uneventful hunting night and her emotions were beginning to catch up with her. She began to massage her temples.

[Sophia Renault]

Sophie perked up upon hearing her name being called. She walked down the steps and into the downstairs carrying a cup of hot coffee, being careful to not spill it. She didn't really drink coffee as much as she used to. Business had been going slower than usual which meant less sleepless nights for her. In a way it seemed to be a nice break but frankly, she didn't like it one bit.

A faint smile appeared on her lips seeing Abby on the couch. "Hey," She said softly making her way around to the other side of the couch and leaned up against the wall, watching Abigail rub her temples. "you alright?"

[Abigail Whistler]

OOC: Sorry, my friend dragged me to the store with her. I'll be back in a half hour; dinnertime!

[Sophia Renault]

ooc: Lol! That's ok

[Abigail Whistler]

"Yeah, I'm just stressed. Had an interesting but uneventful hunting night." She rolled her eyes. "I must be losing my touch; it's getting more difficult figuring out who isn't human these days.", she said remembering her run in with the man by the name of Tristan. "How about your night?"

[Sophia Renault]

She nodded in response to Abby's comment about hunting being uneventful. Sophia took a sip of her lukewarm black coffee and then held it in the air. "I went and got some coffee. Good coffee." She replied, taking another drink. "Other than that, boring. I watched the security cameras for a couple hours. This place was active as hell a couple weeks ago but now not even stray cats trip the motion detectors. I really don't get this place."

[Abigail Whistler]

"Yeah." she said laughing at the cat comment. "It's been too quiet around here since Hannibal and Murphy dissapeared. I can't even find any information on them. No one has seen them. It's not like Hannibal to just leave, especially to be gone for so long without telling us anything. Murphy would leave for a couple of days at a time but he's never been gone this long." She closed her eyes for a moment. "It just feels as if a part of me is gone."

[Sophia Renault]

Sophie frowned at the remark made about Hannibal and Murphy disappearing. Especially Murphy. He'd been like the big brother she never wanted ever since she joined the Nighstalkers. With her and Abby being the only two remaining members it seemed as if the group was crumbling one by one and Sophia was determined to prevent that.

The blonde pushed off against the wall and sat on the arm of the chair. There was a silence for a moment as she looked down at Abigail knowing that she was taking their absence harder than her. "You still have me."

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail smiled at Sophia and then sat up. "Thanks Sophie. You'll always have me too." She stood and hugged Sophia. "I can't even remember the last time I hugged you. Even though it's only the two of us, I promise we will always have each other." She hugged Sophie tighter as tears clouded her vision.

[Sophia Renault]

Sophia nodded and hugged her back, wiping her own tears away quickly and then laughed. "I think Hannibal and Murphy would classify this officially as a a chick-flick moment."

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail burst out laughing knowing just how right Sophia was. "I can hear Murphy now: 'Shit. I don't even have to watch The Notebook to see a chick flick moment; I'll just watch you two instead!'" She smiled. "Hannibal would probably say: 'Oh look, the Carebears had a moment."

[Sophia Renault]

She laughed, nodding her head slightly. "Yeah." Sophia sniffled still with a smile on her face thinking about them, missing them even more than before. She knew it was their choice though. They made the decision to leave. Maybe it was a good one, maybe it wasn't. Either way she had a feeling that her and Abby would have a tough time coping with their absence.


(ooc: You want to end here or...? We could always start a new one hunting or something the next day or if you'd like or continue this one. It's up to you )

[Abigail Whistler]

"Even if they left by choice, I won't ever forget them." Abigail stayed quiet for a moment and looked up at Sophia. "Thanks for talking with me, I think I really needed it. I'm beat so I think I'm going to head up to bed. You up for some info searching or hunting tomorrow?"





OOC: Yeah there's not much more we can really do with this thread. I agree we should have a thread that takes place the next the day or something .

[Sophia Renault]

Sophie smiled softly in agreement. She hadn't cried let alone hugged anyone for as long as she could remember and it just felt like a nice release from all the things that had been going on lately. "I might stay up a little longer myself but i'm up for hunting. Hopefully we can find something good."

(ooc: Yeah, definitely. Maybe they could actually have a non-useless hunt and find something interesting *le gasp*)

[Abigail Whistler]

OOC: LOL, a non-useless hunt. I'm sure we can come up something interesting


"Okay. Well don't stay up too late." Abigail turned and headed up the stairs muttering, "Geez, I'm starting to sound old." She reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She paused as she felt a sudden twinge in her chest. A couple of months ago Abigail and Sophia had been out getting pizza for the Nightstalkers. Abby had been attacked by a gang of rabid vampires while heading back to the car. After fighting them off with Sophia, Abby had realized she had been shot in the chest with an arrow. Not one of the vampires they had faught that night had used any arrows.

Abigail opened her bedroom door and stripped her clothes off, crawling into bed with just her underwear on. She continued thinking about that night as she tried to fall asleep and how much she was going to hurt the bastard who shot her.