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sharp_as_knives) wrote2014-05-22 09:38 pm
sharp_as_knives) wrote2014-05-22 09:38 pm
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Hannibal's house to the Arms Hotel, Thursday evening
Yesterday, Hannibal had been out of sorts. Unaccountably angry, he had taken a number of people’s business cards, deliberately given at least one patient advice that was bound to cause problems in her marriage, and given a professional colleague the rather sharp edge of his tongue. He had very much wanted to indulge in other hobbies, but maintained just enough sense to know that it would be a bad idea in that mood — which, naturally, made him even angrier. His basement wasn’t pretty now.
Today, though, he couldn’t shake a general feeling of unease. What if he had let something slip? What if Jack Crawford began to suspect him? Other things worried him, too: what if Will stopped agreeing to see him? What if Will were convicted? What if everything went wrong?
He cleaned up after his previous day’s rampage thoroughly, made absolutely certain the house was perfect, put on a good face for his patients, then packed quickly. If anything should happen, what if the plans he’d already put in place weren’t enough? Fortunately, he had a new alternative if he should have to lose himself for a while.
Taking enough for several days, Hannibal called ahead to the Arms Hotel, reserved their gourmet suite, and drove to the island causeway, making plans the whole way there. There were questions of banking, real estate, access... He had work to do.
[OOC: Mood crystals help with foreshadowing! \o/ Hannibal will be staying at the hotel for at least the weekend. Open for meeting him on the causeway or in the hotel, or phone calls and whatnot.]
Today, though, he couldn’t shake a general feeling of unease. What if he had let something slip? What if Jack Crawford began to suspect him? Other things worried him, too: what if Will stopped agreeing to see him? What if Will were convicted? What if everything went wrong?
He cleaned up after his previous day’s rampage thoroughly, made absolutely certain the house was perfect, put on a good face for his patients, then packed quickly. If anything should happen, what if the plans he’d already put in place weren’t enough? Fortunately, he had a new alternative if he should have to lose himself for a while.
Taking enough for several days, Hannibal called ahead to the Arms Hotel, reserved their gourmet suite, and drove to the island causeway, making plans the whole way there. There were questions of banking, real estate, access... He had work to do.
[OOC: Mood crystals help with foreshadowing! \o/ Hannibal will be staying at the hotel for at least the weekend. Open for meeting him on the causeway or in the hotel, or phone calls and whatnot.]
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