// 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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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.]