Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *She certaintly didn't see how one silly stock crash was enough to merit interrupting her honeymoon. After all.. she had ~others~. She's perched daintily in a chair, finishing the last stanza of a n indecipherable legal document with a faint downward tug to pale lips*.

William Halloran: The door is pushed open, and the big man ducks underneath the door frame to slip inside, adjusting the long leather coat over the T-Shirt identifying himself as "Sanctuary Security." The malformed giant takes a moment to wipe the hair back from his face, smoothing it over his scalp, and makes his way to the front desk, seeming very familiar with the surroundings. Like he lives her.

William Halloran: ((here, even))

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *A quirk of a brow at the monstrous man sulking in off the street. She'd seen him once before.. but where remained something of a mystery. Still, one doesn't forget.. that. She stands, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from silky trousers. She floats towards the front desk*

William Halloran: He towers over the lobby clerk, looking down at him with a little smile. "Is, ah...Emma in yet?" The tone of his voice is hopeful, to say the least. When the concierge shakes his head now and quickly moves away from the frightening-looking man, William slumps a little, sighing deeply. He nods a little bit and reaches into his coat, bringing out a flask to take a swig off of it. She was probably...entertaining. Means a long, empty night for him.

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *The giant was drinking whiskey, or some other such spirit. In public. Calm grey eyes slip over him, and her brow pinches slightly. Sympathy? her chin lifts indignantly, before she murmers* Perhaps you would prefer to drink at the bar sir, I've been told they have an excellent variety scotch.

William Halloran: "Huh?" He looks over to Abbey, blinking as the flask disappears quickly back into the long coat. A slight flush to his cheeks, and he nods a little. "Yeh...yeh, maybe yer right. Bar'd be more...um. Be a good idea."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *well at least it was trying at civility. She inclines her head slightly and passes the concierge a document, watching him carefully as he puts it away where-ever it was originally, to be sent in the mail in the morning. Her gaze falls again on the giant. Hard not to afterall, he was as out of place in the room as say.. an albino. She gestures daintily with a pale hand, towards the bar.* I beleive we have met breifly on another occasion sir.

William Halloran: "We have?" He blinks, trying to remember. "Ya look familiar...yeh, maybe we have." He nods and moves toward the bar, trying for a smile in greeting. "I'm Will." He extends an enormous paw to the albino, offering it in greeting.

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *a delicate hand is extended in ritual grace, dissappearing into his massive mit breifly, before she slides into a chair, legs draped just so. It seems her sudden want of companionship has suprised even her, as for a moment she seems uncertain of what to say, before murmering* A pleasure to meet you Will. I am Miss. Abbey Ra- *a slow blink, a slight purse of lips* Excuse, Abbey Urgahaldt.

William Halloran: Ooh, shit, last names, right. In polite society, people give those. He smiles sheepishly and nods, shaking her hand with an almost careful gentleness bfore he takes a seat in a chair that sounds as if it just cried under his weight. "Halloran. Will Halloran. Pleasure ta meetcha, Abbey...er. Again."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *her back straightens slightly at the too soft touch, eyebrow quirking as she murmers a little too curtly* I am no gilded lily, Mr. Halloran. You shall not break me, assure you.

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: (I - assure you. *ahems*)

William Halloran: He blinks at that, surprised, and his eyes find the ground. "Sorry, ma'am. I jes'...tend ta know my own strength pretty well. If I ain't careful, I hurt people."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *Grey eyes skate over him coldly, then she exhales slowly daintily her nose. And now she'd caused the oaf to be self conscious. How impolite of her. She was off her game tonight. She'd dwell on why at a later date. Her chin rises and she murmers softly* Forgive me. *a moments pause before she says quietly* Tell me Mr. Halloran, what do you do?

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: ((slowly ~and~ daintily ~through~ her nose))((whats it with me and prepositions tonight??))

William Halloran: "Work security at a nightclub...Sanctuary." He jerks his head in what's probably a southern direction. "Just opened up not too long ago in Staten Island. An' I'm a professional wrestler, too."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *that quirks her attention. She looks him up and down appraisingly. dear gods.. what weight class could he possibly be in? Surely there weren't a ~race~ of these people... a thin white eyebrow raises* Olympic wrestling sir?

William Halloran: "Naw," he says with a chuckle. "That's amateur. Professional. Like, sports entertainment. Bodyslams, suplexes, Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *A momentary lapse in decorum. She blinks in astonishment at the giant's Gall. Amateur? Why.. he was an ~actor~. She covers her shocked silence by gesturing to the bartender and ordering a glass of soda water.*

William Halloran: He blinks at her sudden shock. "I, um...I say somethin' wrong?"

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: Of course not Mr. Halloran. *cue polite almost smile to accompany her polite lie. She murmers a careful change of subject* I fence, myself.

William Halloran: "Oh?" He nods a little bit. "Cool. That's gotta be fun. Keep ya in shape, eh?" A little grin.

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: Quite. *she takes a sip of her soda water* As I suspect your.. wrestling.. does you?

William Halloran: "Yeh, y'could say that," he says with a nod. "I know, people say it's all fake, but lemme tell ya...anyone who says that ain't never been in the ring before. Big difference 'tween makin' sure someone don't really get hurt bad and play-fightin', y'know?"

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *she considers this, lips lingering against the straw*

William Halloran: He grins a bit and shrugs. "Still...it's good times. Love doin' it. An' it ain't like I'm built for much else, y'know?"

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *She inclines her head, tucking a wispy strand of white bangs out of her face and back to its assigned place behind her ear* I suspect you are rather successful as security. You would likely be in demand as an armed escort, as well. *Armed escort... body guard.. bullet sheild with most surface area...she smiles politely*

William Halloran: "Naah, ain't so good at the bodyguard stuff." He shrugs, looking over as his drink comes. "I can watch a crowd an' toss people out...actual protectin' folks...no. Ain't so good there." A pause as he hesitates, then raises the glass of scotch to his lips, taking a big swallow. "Tryin' harder, though."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: Admirable, Mr. Halloran. *she murmers, watching him idly a moment before glancing back to her glass. Ingvar was in Hungary. She should not be in bloody new york. Her eyes drop hooded a moment. She spits the glass with a sub-arctic glare, before taking another small sip of her soda* there is always room for improvement.

William Halloran: "Yeh, ya ain't jokin' there," he says with a faint smirk. "Always somethin' we can do better." A brief pause. "Most of us, anyway."

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: *she inclines her head, accepting the exception with a slight curl of pale lips. *she sets her drink aside and folds her hands gracefully on her lap, a little picture of decorum as she raises a pointed porcelion chin* Are you registered at this hotel Mr Halloran? Or simply inquiring after another?

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby} -> William Halloran: (hey you. I'm getting sleepy. Check joor icq. *laughs* good to fade soon??)

William Halloran -> Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: ((yeah, we can fade. I'm a bit headachey myself.))

Abbey Randelle {Hotel Lobby}: (and fade to breif chit chat before they retire to seperate rooms)