I feel fluid, like I’m spilling.

Brave men do not gather by thousands to torture and murder a single individual, so gagged and bound he cannot make even feeble resistance or defense. - Ida Bell Wells-Barnett Independent RP blog of Will Graham from NBC's Hannibal. Because I am not familiar with the novels or the films for that matter, my Will is solely based in the series' verse. All other information is on the navigation page. #laempath previously wills-design

[la-empath]

[text] Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

[SMS] 8:13pm - I assumed you were doing duties as a special agent. Unless you obviously only have me as a case.

[SMS] 8:14pm - Or am I just that particularly interesting?

[la-empath]

[text] What do you mean?

[sms] 7:49pm - I mean that if you’re going to be coming around so often, at least make yourself useful. The blankets that they give me in here are

[sms] 7:50p, - Are not as comfortable as the ones back home and ridiculously stiff. If you can sneak a game of operation, you can sneak my blankets.

[la-empath]

Are you particularly "vocal" when masturbating/having sex?

"That isn’t really any of your business, Agent. Unless that is going on my file?” He mused, adjusting his glasses atop the bridge of his nose.

[la-empath]

What body parts do you find the sexiest?

Will nearly choked on his cup of coffee, eying the young agent and questioning her bravery in asking him a question so out-of-bounds given the short amount of time that they’ve been friends.

       “Lips - mostly. But I don’t argue with necks….hands….most shallow places.”

[frommemetoyou]

[la-empath]

[text] Are you safe?

[text] Are you home?

[text] Are you hurt?

[text] What’s happened?

[text] Please text back

[text] Where are you?

[text] Why are you in the hospital?

[text] Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

[text] Come back

[text] Stay with me

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[text] Are...

[followthe--leader]

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 5:29pm - Do you even know what a snuggie is?

[followthe--leader]

[SMS] 9:10pm - You don’t take me for the burger type.

[SMS] 9:12pm - Fries too? And drink?

[SMS] 9:14pm - Yes, I was serious. I have and it is bad, but I thought maybe you would like it.

[SMS] 9:18pm - Thank you for your fake sympathy. My poor life really does appreciate it.

[la-empath]

[sms] 7:55pm - I’m not the burger type, but I’m not complaining.

[Sms] 7:56pm - Not regular burger, that is. A big mac is preferred.

[SMS] 7:56pm - Get you something too. And yes, fries. Thank you.

[followthe--leader]

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 5:29pm - Do you even know what a snuggie is?

[la-empath]

[sms] 7:12pm - No—I have a single sheet and one pillow. It’s very glamorous. You should come try it.

[sms] 7:15pm - Also, what about thermal clothing? That wouldn;t hurt.

[sms] 7:17pm - Well, you could replace the second blanket with the thermal.. so that you wouldn’t have to buy so much.

[followthe--leader]

[sms] 8:25pm - On my way. I have snuggies, blankets, pillows and thermal clothing.

[sms] 8:28pm - I seriously hope I got your size right. I’m pretty good at sizing up people, but if it’s

[sms] 8:29pm - wrong just leave the tags on and I can take them back.

[sms] 8:33pm - Stopping by a restaurant. What would you like? Long John Silvers or something?

[la-empath]

[SMS] 8:35pm - Haha. Good one.

[SMS] 8:41pm - You were serious about Long John Silvers?

[SMS] 8:43pm - I feel sorry for you if you’ve actually eaten their crap at any moment in your poor life.

[SS] 8:45pm - McDonalds is fine, by the way.

[followthe--leader]

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 5:29pm - Do you even know what a snuggie is?

[la-empath]

[sms] 6:10pm - Something that allows you to snuggle?

[sms] 6:30pm - Is it like a blanket?

[followthe--leader]

[sms] 6:33pm - Sort of, but it’s warm. And yes, snuggle. It allows you to snuggle.

[sms] 6:34pm - I’ll get two or three so you can lay on one and cover up with two.

[sms] 6:35pm - Wonder if I can find a warm pillow too.

[sms] 6:39pm - Do you even have two pillows? One pillow should be illegal.

[la-empath]

[sms] 7:12pm - No—I have a single sheet and one pillow. It’s very glamorous. You should come try it.

[sms] 7:15pm - Also, what about thermal clothing? That wouldn;t hurt.

[sms] 7:17pm - Well, you could replace the second blanket with the thermal.. so that you wouldn’t have to buy so much.

[followthe--leader]

RE: Danse autour des flammes {Fox&Graham}

[la-empath]

"I told him that he’s crazy than they’ve made me out to be.” He smiled to himself confidently, though half-regretting his actions. “But I thanked him for the kind gesture, regardless. Falling into his trap in the beginning was a mistake, I don’t need handouts.” Partly true, but also a bad attitude to have when you’re being accused of murder. And all the signs point to positive. Will’s hands began to sweat at the thought, his mind collapsing onto itself with thoughts of how to get out of this situation, and coming up with nothing. His ideas were as dry as a desert in the summer heat.

He purposefully ignored her statement about Hannibal. While he appreciated the poor attempt at flattery, he still felt like a rat in a cage. Although, in contrast to the other interviewers at least she was tolerable. Passing judgement too quickly, however, wasn’t Graham’s style. Besides, behind these bars he felt the farthest from an Agent than he’d felt in a while.

"Word to the wise, Victoria?” He glances again at her badge, lying on her jacket to confirm his memory of her name. “They don’t look or listen. They talk. They accuse,. The former resembling an earlier you if I recall correctly.” He raised his eyebrows and shot a single amused expression in her direction. Probably the only contact they’ve made in the last five minutes.

"Activities, sure. If you count eating, sleeping, and breathing." He nodded, "But they did let me out once. They allowed to be to roam around outside with the others like me.” Will, knowing that it signified trust, took a seat next to her on the makeshift bed and leaned his head back against the cool surface of the jail’s cells’ cell’s walls. “If you were assigned the case, doesn’t that mean you’re slightly valued?” He mused, “Why did they let you in here with a murderer without supervision?”

[followthe--leader]

                 Although a smile stretched across her lips at the remark pertaining to mental health, she quickly allowed it to fade back into the façade she kept up for anyone and anything. Feeling as though she shouldn’t have caught one part of that conversation. “Falling into his trap in the beginning?” She repeated, her eyes glancing over at him as he found a seat beside her on the ‘bed’ and leaned back against the wall. It looked as though he were in someone else’s home trying to make himself comfortable. Though, she feared he never would be.

“They don’t look or listen. They talk. They accuse,. The former resembling an earlier you if I recall correctly.” A sly smile crept onto her lips at his statement, giving into the moment she nodded. “True. Very true.”

“No, breathing and the like does not count. I’ll have to take it up with them. See if we can get you out into the…well…cold air or at least up in the activities room. I hear they might have one. Either that or I can bring things here to keep you busy. You don’t seem like the violent type and when I was glancing at the file..” Her pale hand lifted for a moment to gesture towards the file they had given her and then fell to her lap without a sound. “…I hadn’t seen any acting out moments. No tantrums, or the like. Which is usually what criminally insane people do.”

A giggle leapt past her lips and into the hollow sounding room, leaving behind a faint echo that died out just as quickly as it had begun. She turned her face towards him, eyes trying to make contact. “I actually wondered the same thing when I came in here, but now that I’m in here – I don’t believe I have anything to worry about. However, if you want to prove me wrong you should get your diabolical scheme out of the way before I catch on.” A playful wink and her gaze was back on the gray walls that seemed to be hauntingly empty. “I’m of some value to the stiff suits, but apparently there is no security detail on me yet.”

“What do they feed you?” 

[la-empath]

Her remark of his file forced him to peer over at the small stack of papers to see if he could make anything out. Perhaps they had made him out to be an animal. He felt like one on the inside and out, like an insect crawling beneath his skin. From stepping into this cell, he'd felt an influence from the outside world, from the now deemed 'normals', to rebel and be what they'd made him feel like. But she seemed different than the other reporters, it made him more comfortable. It made him appear sick but at least feel normal.

"Did they write anything about my murders? More than just a simple accusation?" He spoke about them like they were true. They had forced the thought into his head so many times that he'd almost began believing it himself. It wasn't hard to do. Just as simple as believing you're innocent, only no one was telling him that. No one except Victoria.

"They feed me food, mostly." He released a light chuckle and habitually rubbed a single hand over the surface of his warm face. "I doubt you'd be able to convince them to let me do normal things. Besides, I don't want to spend my days playing the likes of scrabble with someone who can't form a coherent word." He paused, taking a deep inhalation before making eye contact with the young agent. "Although, if you could sneak anything in to this cell, I wouldn't mind a blanket or two."

[followthe--leader]

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 5:29pm - Do you even know what a snuggie is?

[la-empath]

[sms] 6:10pm - Something that allows you to snuggle?

[sms] 6:30pm - Is it like a blanket?

[la-empath]

[Puts an edible flower arrangement and updates on how well your doggies are being taken care of inside of your cell while you're sleeping]

[la-empath]

"Well that was unexpected."

"It was my only way of getting us out of there." Will remarked and continued down the gravel path. "One security guard getting hurt for mine and your safe released, I highly doubt the world is weeping.”

[la-empath]

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Isn’t it illegal to take a accused murderer into your custody?" Will pushed himself further down the hallway, watching the fluorescent lights fade in and out from Victoria’s expression who appeared determined. For the first time, he saw her as a young thriving Agent of the FBI instead of someone attempting their job with poor skills and lack of know-how.

[la-empath]

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No offense, Agent, but it’s a little hard not to when this dress is obviously a size one and you’re a size five." Will’s fingers struggled against the weight of the zipper, pulling up on it with all of his might but it appeared stuck. "It would help if we had a pair of scissors, surely something material isn’t that important to you."

[la-empath]

"Just what did we do last night?"

“Um." Will choked, his voice slightly breaking from the pressure. "We were—drunk, your clothes are over there in the chair to your left." Assuming she wouldn’t grab them fast enough — He practically picked them up and shoved them in her face. The quicker she sprinted out the door, the quicker he would shower off the memory and unprofessional-ism hanging in the air like a dark cloud over their heads.

[la-empath]

"What do you need?"

"My fellow canines and a place to sit that’s dry mostly.” Will smiled half-heartedly and forced himself to make eye contact. “Although I wouldn’t argue with a pan-fried flounder.”

[la-empath]

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"You know, Victoria, there’s a reason why it’s in a book and not in reality." He chuckled whole-heartedly. "Two people are psychically unable to play Twister with a bedside table in the center." Will mocked and forced his hand to a red mark. "But at least you got the trying part over with. Now I believe I’ve dislocated my shoulder."