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Frederick Chilton // Silence of the Lambs // Bar

Jan 04, 2010 10:53

There's a very nervous-looking man seated at the bar, clad in a slightly wrinkled suit that tries too hard to give the impression of quality, with a dark brown overcoat on top. There's a small suitcase at his feet and a glass of scotch in his hands, and every so often he'll turn on his stool to scan the room before facing forward once again.

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dr. hannibal lecter

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I haven't played this guy in AGES, but I just had to. lecter_md_phd January 4 2010, 19:29:28 UTC

"My, my." A too-familiar voice from the other end of the bar. "I do believe I recognize an old friend."

:D I love you. doomedchilton January 4 2010, 20:36:32 UTC

It's a voice he knows all too well, and foolishly hoped to never hear again. He wasn't even supposed to be here, that was the damndest part - he was supposed to be on a plane to a secret location right now, far away from the voice's owner and threats written in a letter.

Chilton clutches the glass to keep his hands from shaking, unable to bring himself to do more than glance in Lecter's direction.

"I... think you might be mistaken." A slightly wavering laugh to accompany a desperate man's attempt at denial.

lecter_md_phd January 4 2010, 20:42:51 UTC

"Oh Freddy, you know I hate liars . . ."

Hannibal smiles slightly and moves over, sitting next to him.

"How've you been?"

doomedchilton January 4 2010, 20:56:20 UTC

He swallows heavily. Of course he hates liars. When there was a sheet of thick glass between them, or a muzzled mask, things were different. Lecter adapted quickly - Chilton, not so much.

He tries not to flinch, but it's no use. "Well," he manages to choke out, keeping his eyes fixed on something behind the bar. "I've been well, Dr. Lecter... and-- yourself?"

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no_more_chianti January 4 2010, 20:07:23 UTC

At a table not too far away, a young woman in serious clothes happens to look up, eyes drawn by the nervous motion at the bar ...

And she frowns, suddenly, lips pressed into a thin line.

Nobody ever did figure out what happened to Dr. Fuckface.

doomedchilton January 4 2010, 20:47:49 UTC

It takes a few more glances around the room before he notices her, and even then he has to do a double-take just to make sure he isn't seeing things.

When faced with the prospect of Dr. Lecter or humiliation, he would most definitely take humiliation. Which is why he slides off his bar stool and approaches her table, flashing his most winning smile. "Well, well. Miss Starling, is it?" Even now he can't keep that tone out of his voice.

no_more_chianti January 4 2010, 20:52:24 UTC

Oh, great.

Clarice turns the frown upside-down, but it still has the same pressed-thin quality to it.

"Dr. Chilton," she says, though she's more wary and puzzled than strained.

When is he from?

"I didn't expect I'd see you again."

doomedchilton January 4 2010, 21:02:19 UTC

He takes that as an unofficial invitation to take a seat, which he does, his gaze still shifting nervously from side to side. "No, I didn't think I'd be seeing you again either, Miss-- I'm sorry, you'd prefer to be called Agent Starling, wouldn't you?"

Chilton's smile only lasts so long, replaced by a mixture of annoyance and fear. "I should be halfway across the world right now," he mutters. "I'm sure you must have, ah... heard about Dr. Lecter's escape? I thought it would be best if I, well, left until he was caught again."

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