Hannibal Lecter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
camebefore) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
maskormenacelogs2014-06-04 12:43 am
camebefore) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-04 12:43 am
Entry tags:
[Semi-Open] - The Hotel California
WHO: Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham and YOU (The first one is closed to him and Will, but the following ones are all for anyone to hit that wants to!)
WHERE: The streets of Heropa
WHEN: 03 Jun - Day of his arrival
WHAT: Hannibal Lecter has come to Heropa or has been here before given what others have said.
WARNINGS: Hannibal is a warning in and of himself even when he's playing at being normal.
NOTES: Can do prose or actionspam
Left alone in an alien world that too closely resembled his own, Hannibal Lecter had taken a seat on the nearest bench. His attention moved from person to person, not caring much about gender.
Only briefly did his eyes close, fingers pressed against the shut eyelids as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Too many things were bright and full of flash. His Shakespeare wrote itself in his memory palace.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
It certainly had its sound and fury now. The music that came from cars or shops was too loud. The lights were too bright. Even the smells were too caustic and burnt his nose. Was everyone in this place obsessed with the worst colognes and perfumes? His nose wrinkled in distaste before his expression smoothed out.
Then... then there was the clothing. Hannibal wasn't sure what to make of most of it. For a young man from 1951, the fashions of today were scandalous. His era was more the June and Ward Cleaver look than what he saw before him on the street. The first thought that went through his mind was if they got cold or not. It seemed they would with so little fabric.
The newspaper he had found wasn't much help, but it gave Hannibal an excuse for movement as he turned the page and tried to focus on the words. Superpowers. Others had mentioned those to him, and he had found them in his memory palace quick enough. The average person would notice a new lightswitch in their home, and so it was with him. It was the Aura of Calming that he was trying to play with for now, flipping the mental switch to the 'on' position and seeing what it did.
The 'Nightmare' one was for later. Or the right person.
WHERE: The streets of Heropa
WHEN: 03 Jun - Day of his arrival
WHAT: Hannibal Lecter has come to Heropa or has been here before given what others have said.
WARNINGS: Hannibal is a warning in and of himself even when he's playing at being normal.
NOTES: Can do prose or actionspam
Left alone in an alien world that too closely resembled his own, Hannibal Lecter had taken a seat on the nearest bench. His attention moved from person to person, not caring much about gender.
Only briefly did his eyes close, fingers pressed against the shut eyelids as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Too many things were bright and full of flash. His Shakespeare wrote itself in his memory palace.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
It certainly had its sound and fury now. The music that came from cars or shops was too loud. The lights were too bright. Even the smells were too caustic and burnt his nose. Was everyone in this place obsessed with the worst colognes and perfumes? His nose wrinkled in distaste before his expression smoothed out.
Then... then there was the clothing. Hannibal wasn't sure what to make of most of it. For a young man from 1951, the fashions of today were scandalous. His era was more the June and Ward Cleaver look than what he saw before him on the street. The first thought that went through his mind was if they got cold or not. It seemed they would with so little fabric.
The newspaper he had found wasn't much help, but it gave Hannibal an excuse for movement as he turned the page and tried to focus on the words. Superpowers. Others had mentioned those to him, and he had found them in his memory palace quick enough. The average person would notice a new lightswitch in their home, and so it was with him. It was the Aura of Calming that he was trying to play with for now, flipping the mental switch to the 'on' position and seeing what it did.
The 'Nightmare' one was for later. Or the right person.