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(of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only. hannibal oc · written by monty

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"Well you’re a person, ain’t ya? Means people are your forte."

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    A hint of a smile. "That's a silly way of lookin' at it."

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[ Text: ? ] And I want truthful information.                  Isn’t life unfair.                  SH

[cityripper-blog]

( sms: ??? ) Wolfgang. I don't feel comfortable giving my last name.

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                            ❝ Boring. At least tell                                          me something I don’t                                          know. ❞

[cityripper-blog]

   ❝ ...What if I showed you how? ❞        He wasn't sure if he just said        he'd kill in front of him--but it        really did seem like it.

[cityripper-blog]

    "Not much of a people-person."

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                            ❝ Yes, well, thank you                                           for stating the obvious. ❞

A pause. 

                            ❝ Perhaps. It’s not impossible.                                          Convince me. ❞

[cityripper-blog]

   ❝ If you could get me outta this         one, then.. I'll tell  you  how  I         got away with it  for  so  long. ❞

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[ Text: ? ] Makes you easier to                  google, for a start.                  SH

[cityripper-blog]

( sms: ??? ) I don't wanna be googled.

[16thprecinct]

"Don’t smoke. I have a few bad habits, but that one never made the list." Finally, they entered Brooklyn, and Elliot slowed enough that he might have time to receive directions from his passenger, "Consider this one on the house."

[cityripper-blog]

"..Suit yourself." At least he wouldn't have to give up any of his cigarettes. He wasn't exactly willing to share. Wolfgang dropped his gaze to his lap after having given him the exact directions, spoken lowly. There wasn't much waiting for him at home--he was often absent for long periods of time, travelling after each murder as though he needed to clear his mind of what he'd done. "Help strangers often?"

[16thprecinct]

"Yeah, sure. No problem." Honestly, Elliot wasn’t overly certain as to what to say either. In an effort to make small talk, he spoke up, "So, what’s in Brooklyn?"

[cityripper-blog]

"My apartment. Don't have money on me, so I can't take public transport." He'd spent the last money he had on him on cigarettes. Perhaps not his smartest decision. "..Wanna have a smoke or somethin'? I gotta pay you back."

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"Yeah, sure. I don’t see why not. Hop in."

[cityripper-blog]

"Thanks." Without another word, he got into the passenger's side. He wasn't really much of a conversationalist--he didn't know what else to say.

[cityripper-blog]

    "Wasn't plannin' on asking a stranger, but if you're headed to Brooklyn, it'd be nice if you could gimme a ride."

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[ Text: ? ] I’d prefer real names please.                  SH

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( sms: ??? ) Why does that matter?

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                           ❝ Explain to me again why                                          you think I can get you off                                          this charge? After all, you                                          are a serial killer. ❞

[cityripper-blog]

     ❝ 'M not a good man. But... ❞            He doesn't even have an            excuse.                     ❝ ..Could you do it? ❞

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[ Text: ? ] Really.                  SH

[ Text: ? ] I asked first.                  SH

[cityripper-blog]

( sms: ??? ) Jackson

( sms: ??? ) You?

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    “Thanks. You’re only saying that ‘cause you         really don’t know me that well, but… Thanks.”         It’d almost be a relief if there was something         messed up about Wolfgang too—in the loosest         sense of the word “relief”. It’d be terrible, but she         felt almost equally terrible if he was really just         some sweet, unassuming guy and he’d gotten         caught up in her life. Knowing her luck, though,         he was probably anything but.

    “…I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you        either. Just so you know.”

[cityripper-blog]

   "We all got secrets." Though, he was entirely      unaware of the scale of hers. Even if he was      aware, he wouldn't have considered himself      to be anyone capable of passing judgement.      As it was, he thought her to be a girl  with  a      few troubles here and there.  He  wondered      what she'd think of him if he knew the truth.                          "----Means a lot."

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    “Well, yeah, you’re probably kinda normal.        It’s not a black and white thing…” She trailed        off, not even wanting to continue the thought        when she could already tell it sounded rid-        iculous. “I guess I stopped pretending I’m        normal a while ago.”

[cityripper-blog]

   "If it makes you feel any better, I  don't      think anything's wrong  with  how  you      are." Now that  he  actually  knew  her      well enough to say that. But really, he      considered her to be a regular, sweet      girl. "I'm just saying."

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    “Only ‘cause you are. Not that that’s a           bad thing—I’m weird too. Probably             wouldn’t like you if you were totally              normal.”

[cityripper-blog]

   "Like to think I'm kinda normal.      I know it's far  from  the  truth,      but I still do."