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sirenspull_logs2012-03-16 10:07 pm
eideteker_graham) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-16 10:07 pm
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I used to have trouble seeing their faces...
Who: Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter
When: Friday evening
Where: Lecter's sector 3 apartment
Summary: Graham's conditional power is manifesting and there's none other he knows who can deal with a fractured mind like Dr. Lecter can.
Warnings: General creepiness
Get it together, man, fuck, what're you possibly afraid of? That he'll skin you, dissect you? Eat your fucking brain? What? You're an hour out of your way, turning back now it's either him or the freaks in the dark, so what'll it be?
Will Graham stood outside a lavish townhouse building. Its likeness to the one in Baltimore was uncanny, he figured Lecter's tastes wouldn't change... or that he picked it just to fuck with him more. Somehow all the faults that went on since the last time he died, all came back to Lecter messing with his mind.
But now Lecter seemed the only chance that his mind could be salvaged. Graham used to have trouble seeing the faces of criminals he was tracking. Following their every move and piecing their motives, their drives, their aspirations together so that he might paint a grim picture of the monster he was hunting down like a knight against a fiery serpent. Now the faces of grim and ugly people were all he seemed to encounter. It wasn't just faces. It was places... scenery, homes, memories.
They felt like memories he was reminiscing on... but they weren't his and they weren't in his mind either.
Once standing in front of Himawari's door he suddenly felt scalding flames all around him. And instead of the quaint little complex he once stood in, he was in a house of fire.
The next was before he entered Dr. Seward's office. The door all at once became the massive archway of a daunting asylum that beckoned him to enter, but his startled scream had the Doctor running and shaking him till the hallucination faded away.
Graham's imagination was one that was beyond vivid, but he always had somewhat of a tangible grasp upon it. What was happening to him now was unexplained. He feared at the heart of it, that telling Dr. Seward would finally diagnose him for a serious case of psychosis. He was a schizo. The thought that that would be his fate scared the ever-loving shit out of him more than standing at the doorway of a sociopathic cannibal.
Graham rang the buzzer, giving the camera that hovered over him a good shot of his face so the man would have no doubt of who was there. He felt sorry for anyone else who made the mistake of standing here, but comforted himself that it was him rather than any other poor sap that crossed Lecter's path. Someone had to waste his time, because as far as Graham was concerned, Lecter had far too much of it here.
When: Friday evening
Where: Lecter's sector 3 apartment
Summary: Graham's conditional power is manifesting and there's none other he knows who can deal with a fractured mind like Dr. Lecter can.
Warnings: General creepiness
Get it together, man, fuck, what're you possibly afraid of? That he'll skin you, dissect you? Eat your fucking brain? What? You're an hour out of your way, turning back now it's either him or the freaks in the dark, so what'll it be?
Will Graham stood outside a lavish townhouse building. Its likeness to the one in Baltimore was uncanny, he figured Lecter's tastes wouldn't change... or that he picked it just to fuck with him more. Somehow all the faults that went on since the last time he died, all came back to Lecter messing with his mind.
But now Lecter seemed the only chance that his mind could be salvaged. Graham used to have trouble seeing the faces of criminals he was tracking. Following their every move and piecing their motives, their drives, their aspirations together so that he might paint a grim picture of the monster he was hunting down like a knight against a fiery serpent. Now the faces of grim and ugly people were all he seemed to encounter. It wasn't just faces. It was places... scenery, homes, memories.
They felt like memories he was reminiscing on... but they weren't his and they weren't in his mind either.
Once standing in front of Himawari's door he suddenly felt scalding flames all around him. And instead of the quaint little complex he once stood in, he was in a house of fire.
The next was before he entered Dr. Seward's office. The door all at once became the massive archway of a daunting asylum that beckoned him to enter, but his startled scream had the Doctor running and shaking him till the hallucination faded away.
Graham's imagination was one that was beyond vivid, but he always had somewhat of a tangible grasp upon it. What was happening to him now was unexplained. He feared at the heart of it, that telling Dr. Seward would finally diagnose him for a serious case of psychosis. He was a schizo. The thought that that would be his fate scared the ever-loving shit out of him more than standing at the doorway of a sociopathic cannibal.
Graham rang the buzzer, giving the camera that hovered over him a good shot of his face so the man would have no doubt of who was there. He felt sorry for anyone else who made the mistake of standing here, but comforted himself that it was him rather than any other poor sap that crossed Lecter's path. Someone had to waste his time, because as far as Graham was concerned, Lecter had far too much of it here.