#para:sally

[captnjameshook]

Somewhere Beyond the Sea || Sally & Hook

@restlesssal

Since arriving back to Santa Monica, Hook had been finding himself feeling restless. He was starting to feel like it was time to move on when he’d barely spent any time in the area at all. Hoping that it would give him a helping hand out of the restless rut he’d fallen into, he made his way through campus in the hopes of finding a certain redhead. 

When he finally spotted her, a smile tugged at his lips and he jogged to close the distance between them. “Hey, Sally! Hey, um, I was wondering if maybe you’d want to come out on the boat with me? I remember you were interested in it back when we talked about it at the party, I don’t know if you remember...” He fell off awkwardly at the end an ran a hand through his hair, shifting on his feet in an attempt to keep from fiddling with his hands.

[alice-inthe-clouds]

Freezing and Frolicking // Alice + Sally

Alice had never really been that much of a fan of the fall. Although she enjoyed the changing of the leaving and the dropping of temperature, she wouldn't say its her favorite season, but Alice was definitely up for an adventure. The only issue she is having is the fact that she lacks companions at Marceline Academy.

As she pondered through names of people she could possibly ask to explore with her, she remembered an earlier conversation she had held with Sally. Surely she seemed like a person who would love to go on an adventure with Alice through the forest. "But wait, I don't even know if I introduced myself to her properly... Wouldn't it be a bit peculiar to just go to her room and ask to go on a journey through the forest?" Alice thought questionably, "What's the worst that could happen? She says no?" The curious blonde girl decided that she would rather take a risk and ask than not go at all.

Alice decided that she would go and knock on Sally's door and see what came out of it. She looked at the roster posted and went to her dorm, she knocked once, twice, three times. Then finally, the door opened up with a flourish. " Hi?"

[thehauntedhobbs]

to hell and back | Abigail&Sally

Pale hands pulled the brunette's braid to the side of her face, tugging at the end gently. She sucked her chapped lower lip between her teeth, worrying the flesh further. She shifted in her seat, unable to keep still. She was riddled with nervous habits she never used to have, ones she hardly even noticed now. It wasn't difficult to see that she didn't really want to be here.

Abigail Hobbs had been a bit preoccupied lately. Dr. Bloom was pushing therapy more and more, while Hannibal was becoming an ever-increasing part of her life. Very little that happened to the girl made sense anymore, so when Will had mentioned a lecture he was going to be giving outside of his usual lessons, Abigail had jumped on the subject. She'd asked if she could come, watch him work. A chance to leave the hospital and interact with people closer to her age, who weren't totally traumatized. Will could hardly refuse her big blue eyes.

What the young woman hadn't taken into account was the content of Will's lecture. Like everything the man taught, this particular lecture involved a heavy element of the criminally insane and what they did to their victims, as well as a study on victim mentality. Perfect. As if she hadn't had enough of psychology as of late.

Adjusting the soft scarf around her neck, Abigail's eyes swept the students around her, considering. She could be one of them right now, She could have gone to college somewhere. She still could. She'd just have to find somewhere that hadn't been tainted by her father's presence. Somewhere the Minnesota Shrike hadn't gotten to.

While caught in her own musings, Abigail's eyes stopped roaming. She began to stare, as one often does while deep in thought. Only, when she came back to herself, she didn't stop staring. The girl at whom her gaze had been directed was watching the lecture intently, and for some reason Abigail recognized her. But then, maybe 'recognized' wasn't the right word. There was certainly something familiar about the young woman's person, maybe the way she held herself, or her very features. Abigail both knew she had never before seen the girl, and yet something about her felt familiar.