// OPEN RP POST

[cannibalgourmet]

Hello guys! Welcome to Dr. Hannibal Lecter's office. This is an open RP post for your characters to come in and have a therapy session with him. Just remember, he's not your conventional psychiatrist and will likely have fun at your character's expense and suffering. Expect some manipulation too. I'll try to add some prompts here, but feel free to tag in. XD

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cersei/jaime/hanni?

[readyforafight]

[Cersei had managed to convince Jaime to make this appointment with her. She thought it would be good for them. At least potentially.]

Dr. Lecter is very highly thought of,Jaime. In fact,he's the best.

Re: cersei/jaime/hanni?

[born_a_lion]

[Jaime leaned back in his chair and sighed. He'd agreed to this, yes, but only to get her to stop pestering him.]

I still think this is pointless. There's nothing wrong with us.

Re: cersei/jaime/hanni?

[cannibalgourmet]

[Hannibal opens the door of his office and finds them in the waiting room of his office.]

Mr. Lannister and Mrs. Baratheon, please come inside and make yourselves comfortable. [He wonders how they will react to this manner of addressing them.]

Re: awkward!

[readyforafight]

[Despite years of practice, her legal, married name still feels as though it belongs to a stranger, and she glances over her shoulder, as though speaking of her husband brings him along. She smiles brittlely at Hannibal.]

I appreciate you adjusting your schedule at such short notice, Dr. Lecter. Jaime is far busier than I.

Re: cersei/jaime/hanni?

[born_a_lion]

[Jaime clenches his teeth, irritated. He doesn't like being reminded of the fact that his sister has taken another man's name.

He sigh heavily, then reluctantly makes his way to his feet, making no effort to hide his displeasure with the entire situation. And as he steps past the doctor, he casts him sharp, almost accusatory glance.]

yes?

[cannibalgourmet]

[Not that Jaime knows, but it causes him a certain amount of amusement to make them uncomfortable.

Jaime's accusatory glance is not missed, and he simply answers with a smile.]

Please, make yourselves comfortable, it will make the therapy session easier. [She waits for the twins to settle before starting.]

[doorslam]

[Four o'clock, Brian hadn't forgotten. After giving a half-hearted excuse to Jack — his younger sister needs some help moving furniture — he scurried out of the Bureau toward Dr. Lecter's office.

He straightens out the front of his pullover while standing out in the little waiting room. Idly, he begins to wonder if he should've tried to dress up, as Hannibal himself is often so well-dressed and just by looking around he's got expensive taste. Or so it looks anyway. Brian never cared all that much about home furnishings. His place in Baltimore is a true bachelor pad, complete with an over-sized leather couch and big screen TV, those are the only furnishings that really matter.

Ah well, it's not like this date, who would ever try dressing up for their therapist anyway? Brian chuckles a bit as he humors himself with the idea. Maybe he'd care a little more if he was meeting a lady psychiatrist today. Or would a little flirting that be breaking some ethical code? Well, he's done much worse than that, unfortunately. He's already sworn off tabloid journalists for the rest of his life.

He doesn't need to be dropping anymore sensitive information, especially not when it has to do with the last moment that he spent with Beverly Katz.

When Dr. Lecter finally finds him in the lobby, he turns and offers a tiny smile to the man.]

Dr. Lecter.

[cannibalgourmet]

[Some nice clothes would have definitely made an impression on Hannibal, but it's fine. Will doesn't often dress up for their therapy sessions, and that doesn't seem to be Brian's style. As long as he doesn't show up in rags, he's fine.

Besides, he's more interested to see what Brian Zeller is feeling about Beverly Katz's death. And more importantly, what he knows or suspects. Hannibal has to make sure to leave no loose ends.]

Good afternoon, Agent Zeller, right on time for our appointment. We shall make the best of this hour.

[doorslam]

I hope so. [Because Brian was partially sincere in his request for therapy. He couldn't talk to his family about it, they wouldn't understand. He couldn't talk to Jimmy or Jack about it, they are just as emotionally unstable about it as he is. He could talk to Will about it, but the two of them never really saw eye-to-eye, and that conversation could possibly make things worse.

Besides, Dr. Lecter's got something to do with what happened, or maybe Brian's just reading too deeply into something that's not important. He's hoping to dispel that idea with in the coming hour.

He strolls into the psychiatrist's office when the door opens to him. Not bad, this place is pretty swanky.]

Ah, so, which chair is yours? [He twists his head to look back at Dr. Lecter, a finger pointed in the direction of said chairs.]

[cannibalgourmet]

[Hannibal knows it's not easy to decide to come to therapy. He doesn't really trust this guy, so he'll be very attentive to anything he says or does, the last thing he needs is to kill another one from Jack's team.

He stands next to the chair where he usually sits, his notapad is on top of the cushion, and he motions to the other one.]

Please, make yourself comfortable, Agent Zeller. Or should I call you Brian, while in therapy?

[doorslam]

Brian is fine. [He's not on the job, not officially, so he doesn't see the need to refer to him by his job title.

He saunters over to the empty chair that Hannibal gestures to, plopping himself down in the comfy leather. Aww man, this is pretty nice. Almost like my couch back home minus the butt indent.]

Should I tell you a bit about myself or do you wanna just jump right in?

[cannibalgourmet]

[Hannibal thinks a more personal treatment works better for therapy, but only if the patient consents to it.] Brian then.

I believe it would be better you tell me about yourself, that way I will be able to understand the rest more easily.

[doorslam]

Well, I'm, uh, the middle child between two sisters. [That piece of information alone will tell Hannibal plenty about his psych, and about his personality in general.]

I worked my way through undergrad, then med school. You know what that's like. [He raises his brows at Hannibal, then leans further back into the chair as he continues.]

About halfway through I'd come to the conclusion that examining dead bodies was a far more interesting pursuit than treating live ones. So, once I graduated I applied to be a forensic scientist for the FBI. And the rest, as they say, is history.

[cannibalgourmet]

[Interesting, middle child and probably not one of the most notorious students in med school. He does know what it's like, only the brightest shine in that kind of environment. However, he has no idea what it's like to be one from the unnoticed bunch. Good as Zeller may be in forensics, Hannibal considers him a failure as a medical professional.]

I can understand the appeal of examining dead bodies. I must admit you've had a fair share of interesting ones during your work for the FBI. [His condescending answer is masked under a layer of interest for what Brian just told him about his life.]

have a teenage cannibal in need of guidance

[clippedalock]

[She had an appointment.

She still felt lost, her head still fuzzy but what they'd told her about him made her think of Hemlock Acres, of Doctor Norman. He'd been kind to her, and she needed someone to talk to.

She'd been dead. They'd buried her. When she'd clawed her way from her grave, she'd known that she had to run. So she'd ended up here on the kindness of a trucker driving through Hemlock Grove.

But Christina didn't know how to take care of herself, and Washington wasn't a forgiving city. She'd passed out from malnutrition and woken up in a hospital. She was fed, given fluids, and she lied and said she .

But an assessment needed to be done. Given that she didn't talk much, there were of course concerns. Her hair was still brown. She hadn't eaten anyone.

It was a start. Her hands fidgeted as she waited.]

Re: have a teenage cannibal in need of guidance

[cannibalgourmet]

[Hannibal arrived at Christina's hospital bedroom, her condition not allowing her to come to his office on her own. The doctor who had her under observation and care had called him, because apparently the girl had been through some kind of traumatic event and needed her psychological condition assessed, standard procedure.

As he approaches her room, he reads through the file given to him by the nurses of the floor. Just as he'd expected, the doctors hadn't been able to get much information out of her. He can only hope to get her to speak. He carefully knocks on the door and peeks in.]

Good afternoon, Miss Wendall.

Re: have a teenage cannibal in need of guidance

[clippedalock]

[Her brown eyes are wide, almost doe-like if one misses the predatory sharpness. She's been brought off the painkillers she was on during her first day at the hospital, and while she doesn't talk much, she is very aware, and quite coherent.

She can't tell anyone who she is, what she's been through. There's a death certificate, an autopsy, and a half dozen dead teenage girls. And part of her misses that. Their fear, the taste of their flesh on her teeth, how they screamed as she ate the fat and left them alive as she devoured them. They tasted so, so good. That thought horrifies her, even as the truth hums in her vargulf heart.

But she's trying... trying to be something, even if she doesn't quite know what that is. Good. Human. Maybe they'll give her a new name and a new family and Hemlock Grove and Peter and gypsies will be nothing but a dream.

She nods when he says her name, and there's recognition as she looks at him, but she doesn't answer.]

[cannibalgourmet]

[The sharpness is not missed by Hannibal, as a predator he can recognize one of his own. He takes in the rest of her appearance. The girl looks quite scrawny, probably she didn't feed well for a while, and even now, she's just starting to regain a healthy look. And of course, she looks quite nervous.]

Good afternoon, Miss. I'm Doctor Hannibal Lecter. It's a pleasure to meet you. [He carefully approaches her bed and bows slightly before taking his place on the chair near her bed.]

[clippedalock]

[She's not mute. She says a few words here and there, mostly small things, more or less meaningless. It's just easier to keep from betraying herself if she doesn't talk too much, doesn't tell too much. She needs to get out of here before the next moon. So, yes, of course she's nervous.

She turns to face him when he takes a seat at the side of her bed, drawing her knees up and peering at him over the tops of her bony knees.]

You're a different kind of doctor.

[A quiet observation, her voice not timid, but Christina still hasn't quite lost that sense of being just a little unsure of herself. Even if not for his neat suit, he smells different. She looks at him inquisitively with a slight tilt of her head. Christina has never been able to shake that childlike curiosity, always wanting to know why things were, how they worked.

She was going to be a writer some day. She needed to know the boundaries of the universe to write within it.]

[cannibalgourmet]

[Good, that's makes it easier for Hannibal to evaluate her mental state. He had been mute during his youth for many years, and no one had any idea of the dark feelings hiding beneath his silence.

He nods.] I'm a psychiatrist, my job is to help you cope with the things that ail you here. [He points to his head.] Not all illnesses are of the body.

I will do what's in my hand to aid you. [And he will give the hospital a statement regarding her sanity, but he's not going to tell her that.]