// 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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[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.]