dr. hannibal lecter -- hannibal -- that bar
There is nothing particularly remarkable about the man seated in one of the corner booths.
He's well-dressed, frame (small and sleek) relaxed and poised. His features are almost what you might call beautiful; domed forehead, swooping cheekbones, straight nose, and deep, piercing eyes (that are a shade of maroon, reflecting the light in pinpoints of red). It is perhaps only the way that he carries himself that makes him seem worth paying attention to.
He's writing a letter, paper set out in front of him, fountain pen in hand.
Dear Clarice, it begins.
Whether or not he would object to company has yet to be seen.
ooc note: tags open for whenever. :)
He's well-dressed, frame (small and sleek) relaxed and poised. His features are almost what you might call beautiful; domed forehead, swooping cheekbones, straight nose, and deep, piercing eyes (that are a shade of maroon, reflecting the light in pinpoints of red). It is perhaps only the way that he carries himself that makes him seem worth paying attention to.
He's writing a letter, paper set out in front of him, fountain pen in hand.
Dear Clarice, it begins.
Whether or not he would object to company has yet to be seen.
ooc note: tags open for whenever. :)