// 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.

[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.

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.]