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[ clarice starling ] ; fbi investigator.
Someone has been following me.
I can only assume they didn't like my recent work. It must be hard, following an ideal that wavers in the face of discovery. Maybe true delusion is necessary for any sort of understanding; like old prophets and their marriage to psychedelics.
The world has gone so quiet.
All of these cases ebb, dullen, and melt into the same, amalgamated mess. A defeated droning of the same words, crimes of passion, grievously obvious evidence. In a morbid way, I miss the rush and the pursuit. Not as if it were some hunt, oh--god no--but as a dissector. The act of surgery in an unraveling of a story.
I catch myself wondering what led to these things, you know?
What did they feel in those final moments?
After?
Pulling a trigger is as easy as the seizing of a single digit. Physically, I know that day is far, far away. I left it in Mrs. Lippman's basement, and such an instinct was cremated along with the remains of Jame Gumb. But I can't help but feel I never did quite let go of that piece of me.
The gun has never left my hand, even if the building, people, victims, and memories have been forgotten. (No one ever did want to buy that accursed property after what happened, and I don't blame them...) I don't want to hurt anyone. No; it's the last thing I would ever want to do. But I can't deny that the itch hasn't left me, and the pursuit is not fascinating.
Ah...
I should submit myself for a psych eval.
「 ♡ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. ✿ 」
𐂂。⋆ ⋮ 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘀. ╰┈➤ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏.
|| • 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 • ||
【⎯⎯⎯ ✿ 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 ♡ ⎯⎯⎯】
𐂂 𝙢𝙞𝙭 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚
𐂂 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 -> 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙨 — 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 .ᐟ
𐂂 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮
𐂂 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙉𝙊 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩. 𐂂 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 @𝙮4𝙨𝙝1𝙠1
╰┈➤ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ( 𝐒 )
Anyone is welcome to interact, but my main Will and Hannibal are :
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༘⋆。 cognitive dissonance.
psychological horror themed starters! ( WARNINGS: psychological horror, gaslighting, body horror. )
i swear you weren't breathing a second ago.
how did you know that? i never told you that.
that's - that's not your reflection.
i remember burying you. why are you here?
in the corner. don't look.
why are you whispering? they already know.
the clock hasn't moved in hours.
can you see it too?
did the floor just... breathe?
i saw it. it saw me back. i haven't been the same since.
you're shaking. is that blood?
you asked me to come, don't you remember?
you're wrong. we never left the room.
don't be afraid, it only hurts the first time.
the walls feel like they're getting closer.
why are you wearing their face?
they're listening, they're always listening.
i've had this conversation before. word for word.
it doesn't matter how small we are, they still watch.
when was the last time you blinked?
why are you afraid now that i'm giving you what you want?
you have too many teeth.
don't open the door. please.
if you keep asking, you won't like my answers.
you say you loved them. love me instead.
your shadow just moved.
i think it's under my skin.
you keep calling me that. that's not my name.
if i'm not real, why are you still talking to me?
we've been here before. hundreds of times. how did you forget?
it feels like time doesn't work anymore.
it was real. it was real. i swear it was real.
take a deep breath. what did you see?
i'm the only one being honest, you can't trust anyone else.
i know i locked the door. why is it open?
THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991) dir. Jonathan Demme
I think I’ve lost my appetite for coffee… The reality is settling in now. A finger doesn’t just appear in your drink as a joke..
It was a clean cut, too. It was, god what do you call it… intentional.
Ugh..
I’m shuddering now, just thinking about it.
I had a health examination as per biohazard exposure protocols, and I don’t seem to have contracted anything concerning. But the blood… No, the finger was cauterized. Agh! I hate it! All of this is so bizarre.
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Oh God, I guess I’m back in the ring. I’ve been trying to leave this case alone in favor of a few of my own, but something about this struck me as odd and I hope someone else could pick up on where I’ll leave this off.
Right before this post, there is a picture of a fruit (specifically a pomegranate) labeled “ticket.”
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Obviously, tickets are a mode of admission to something. Gatherings, parties, concerts, feasts, whatever. But why a pomegranate…?
I can’t help but wonder why this is so important so as to need its own post and image instead of like.. an image in a preexisting drive.
Pomegranates were famously eaten by Persephone when she visited the Underworld, which consequently trapped her there forever for a portion of the year. I don’t know exactly how that fits into all of this, but uh, I guess be careful with whatever you put in your mouth?
Ah, whatever… I’m not too sure, but I can only assume pomegranates are the key to something… Since a uh, basic Caesar cipher didn’t work here (I tried every possible option from 1-25, to no avail) but since it remains in alphabetical letters rather than numerical, my guess is that this is a one-layer code meant to spell out a sentence again. (As long as we trust the trend that no numerical final products have been released… yet.)
For brevity’s sake, I’ll refer to all encryptions that go from alphabet -> alphabet as one-layer and alphabet -> number as two layer.
If it’s a one-layer encryption, we only need to find one type of code. But if Caesar ciphers aren’t it and something is clearly being outlined as a “ticket” of somekind, maybe we need to find a one-layer encryption method that uses a decoding key.
I found a dismembered finger in my coffee today.
…Suffice to say, I uh, didn’t drink the rest.
Turned it into the evidence department… Someone was sent over to the coffee shop to investigate, but none of the staff on call were missing any body-parts. Since when did anomalous flesh just spawn into hot coffee?
I’ll be stopping by forensics later to see if they’ve found anything identifiable… At least the coffee was so strong I didn’t taste anything odd.
The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
and the world ended not with a bang but with a whisper
So I’ve been looking into this… and it’s—pardon my French—a fuckin’ nightmare. This appears to be an image of UVB-76, a retired Soviet doomsday radio station, even if it’s, uh.. somewhat altered.
UVB-76 in particular was a number station, one of many types of shortwave radio networks used for transmitting encoded number sequences to spies abroad during the Cold War.
Obviously, the.. technology’s pretty outdated now, so nobody really uses it anymore. I doubt this exact transmission was recorded from UVB-76, but if I had’ta guess, it’s a mockery or a parody of ‘s activities trying to accomplish the same thing: a more… esoteric means of communication for only “the people in the know.”
This is where stuff gets complicated. We ain’t findin’ a station; the recording’s been given to us on a platter. But the recording of the transmission… isn’t the image. I transcribed the numbers in the audio n’ compared it to the picture, and they’re entirely separate strings of numbers.
Transmission:
15 9 7 8 22
22 4 13 14 3
23 17 5 18 11
19 5 0 0 0
Image:
7 4 15 3 2
13 1 12 2 16
8 3 10 5 6
5 11 9 16 3
Back when number stations were around, spies would use these thingies called “one time pads” to decode their transmissions. Since we have the transmission, my guess is that the image is the key that we need: the one time pad. Now we just have to figure out how to use the damn thing. (It sure ain’t a classic Caesar shift anymore; I tried it.) But that’s all I’ve got to say.
JODIE FOSTER as Clarice M. Starling in The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
The Silence of the Lambs (1991) dir. Jonathan Demme
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I don’t mean to overstep into an investigation that isn’t mine, but… isn’t that Mr. Graham’s house?
It is. I noticed it the first time, I simply didn’t bring it up. I wouldn’t be too surprised if this person was breaking and entering as well. Just as the rest were.
Oh my god… Are you sure you don’t need someone to head over there? I know the agency doesn’t want to get their hands dirty on this, but as I said; I’ll operate below board. It’s getting a little scary that you’re on your own in all this…
I’m more..annoyed. Everyone is trying to keep me on my toes, to make me feel as though I have to look over my shoulder. If push comes to shove some good friends have offered their help and even their homes to me. I’ll most likely take their advice and stay with them if it gets worse.
I don’t know how you keep it together, Mr. Graham… but it’s good that you have options! If I were you, I’d take that chance before it gets any worse… I don’t think any of these stalkers have your best interest in mind. Oh, god… what if one of them tries to stop you from leaving?
@antleredtruths
I don’t mean to overstep into an investigation that isn’t mine, but… isn’t that Mr. Graham’s house?
It is. I noticed it the first time, I simply didn’t bring it up. I wouldn’t be too surprised if this person was breaking and entering as well. Just as the rest were.
Oh my god… Are you sure you don’t need someone to head over there? I know the agency doesn’t want to get their hands dirty on this, but as I said; I’ll operate below board. It’s getting a little scary that you’re on your own in all this…
@antleredtruths
I don’t mean to overstep into an investigation that isn’t mine, but… isn’t that Mr. Graham’s house?
Ah, Mr. Graham?
My name is Clarice Starling, FBI. I heard of the tips being sent to you, and I wanted to help you absolve yourself of them. Er, or I suppose solve them. Figure out the end. I’m relatively experienced in cryptography and I thought you could use a hand.
This is below board, of course, so Mr. Crawford isn’t involved; you don’t have to worry about him. I couldn’t figure out another way to reach you, so I hope this suffices..
— @lambmorgue
Clarice Starling. I’ve heard of your name in passing, I’m familiar with your work as well. I wouldn’t want to burden you with my case, especially when I’m being targeted for a reason. But I’ll be sure to keep you in mind when I need an extra hand or someone by my side Thay I can trust.
I’m thankful that you’ve taken my offer into consideration, sir. I’ve been in your shoes before; if you ever need help, you know where to find me.
Be safe out there.