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tampered2007-12-24 11:31 pm
ONGOING; Christmas-not-so-cheer?
When; Tonight, Dec. 24th
Rating; PG, PG-13?
Characters; Hannibal Lecter (
consumingly) And Clarice Starling (
savejustone)
Summary; Heigh Ho, it's Christmas! And there's mistletoe. But luckily, Clarice has scheduled an appointment with the good Doctor Lecter it's either gonna be mindfuck abound, or awkwardness around as hey, it's Christmas and there's no avoiding that mistletoe.
Log; Christmas Eve. 9:04 P.M.
He pondered if he should have put forth the effort of preparing a Christmas roast--the man who delivered his furniture had been rather rude to him after all, and he had his eye on him for quite some time-- but it WAS the holidays, and with it being the holidays, one was always short on things like time. He'd just dismissed one of his patients who happened to have some stress trauma with the holidays. Maybe they'd learn to unwind. Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they'd go back to normal after the 25th. But already, he could guess.
He flipped his chart to his next appointment. Clarice Starling ... The FBI agent. Her demeanor had changed entirely when they spoke last, more specifically, when she had learned his name. Quite a bit would change how they acted, when they learned that little fact. A movie and a book were all mentioned, apparently the name Hannibal Lecter carried a sort of...weight with it. A legacy, if you will. It was even mentioned that he was...ah, a Cannibal?
How curious indeed. Too many similarities, for one. Perhaps a future figure? He was mentioned to look 'a lot older' than he was now. If only he could look into that a bit more.
But he heard the ring of the door opening. "Come in." He said, setting the clipboard on his desk and striding to meet his newest patient.
Rating; PG, PG-13?
Characters; Hannibal Lecter (
Summary; Heigh Ho, it's Christmas! And there's mistletoe. But luckily, Clarice has scheduled an appointment with the good Doctor Lecter it's either gonna be mindfuck abound, or awkwardness around as hey, it's Christmas and there's no avoiding that mistletoe.
Log; Christmas Eve. 9:04 P.M.
He pondered if he should have put forth the effort of preparing a Christmas roast--the man who delivered his furniture had been rather rude to him after all, and he had his eye on him for quite some time-- but it WAS the holidays, and with it being the holidays, one was always short on things like time. He'd just dismissed one of his patients who happened to have some stress trauma with the holidays. Maybe they'd learn to unwind. Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they'd go back to normal after the 25th. But already, he could guess.
He flipped his chart to his next appointment. Clarice Starling ... The FBI agent. Her demeanor had changed entirely when they spoke last, more specifically, when she had learned his name. Quite a bit would change how they acted, when they learned that little fact. A movie and a book were all mentioned, apparently the name Hannibal Lecter carried a sort of...weight with it. A legacy, if you will. It was even mentioned that he was...ah, a Cannibal?
How curious indeed. Too many similarities, for one. Perhaps a future figure? He was mentioned to look 'a lot older' than he was now. If only he could look into that a bit more.
But he heard the ring of the door opening. "Come in." He said, setting the clipboard on his desk and striding to meet his newest patient.
