Freddie Lounds

((Indie RP for NBC's Hannibal character Freddie Lounds.)) Pleasure. Please. Tell me your story.

[ladymargaerytyrell]

"This will be our last supper." "Of this life."

[frederickchxlton]

+ pathologicaljournalist

[frederickchxlton]

       " i don’t suppose i ever got to thank you for… you know. “

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"There's no need." She replied, "It was--"

"My duty."

[analyzingfibers-deactivated2014]

; took the words right outta my mouth

"So. You called me here. Clearly you have questions." The agent pursed her lips, leaning forward in her chair to give the redheaded woman a closer look. This had only been short notice, but here they were, sitting in the outside seating of some restaurant with their food in front of them. 

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

Freddie held up a dainty finger, draped in shining leather. Lowering the styrofoam cup from her mouth, she placed a smile over her pained lips. "I have plenty, Ms. Katz." She mirrored the agent, leaning over her forgotten dish of salad. "You'll be interested in what I have to say." She lured her victim. "I'm very glad you came." 

Lounds shot a inquiring glance towards the woman before melting back into her seat. "I'm sure you know why you're here." You wouldn't have come otherwise. Or was she wrong?

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

[[Going to bed. Will do the ask memes and starters tomorrow! (I have work so I don't know how much I'll get accomplished.) Goodnight!]]

[sillyrpsituations]

Send me ‽ and my character will find themself compelled to blurt the most embarrassing thought they've ever had about yours.

[jarodleto]

Hannibal  Hannibal ♦ Mizumono

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

I'm sorry.

"So am I."

"I couldn't save her. We both failed her." I let you take her.

[thevixsinsclub]

x

" Has the notorious Madame Lounds found herself in life threatening position?" She was actually curious, but didn’t want another killer in her club.

" The drinks will be on the house."

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"My job is often life threatening--" She pulled a laugh from her teeth, voice lowering, "Though not so much as this time."

[renlybaratheon]

height difference + eye contact + desire to murder each other ʘ‿ʘ

[letsplaychicken]

x

He watched her hand for a moment, the first thought that sprang to his mind was he didn’t like people to touch him… probably not what situation called for. “And if you’re right what will you do humm? Write a story? Try and ruin me?”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes changing a little in the light, something frightening and malign running under the plain glass coving them. “If your right do you really want to play games with me?”

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"If I'm right, then I would stop playing games." She stopped herself from snapping, softening her words into calm, deluding prose. Her eyes beat into his, at a near dangerous speed. 

She knew that look. She often imagined to see it on Will Graham's face. Something completely raw and carnal. Though unlike sex, it was cruel. Unrelenting, she pursued, fingers swaying across the soft, and what she suspected to be, real fur. "I'm not investigating you, Mason." She said, coy.

With a jerk of the wrist, she was allowed to lead his lips to hers, other hand rising to cup his ear. If words didn't work, trust the instincts of the body. 

[thevixsinsclub]

x

" Let’s say, serial killers pique my interest. I wonder, why a crime journalist is in my club."

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"Because serial killers peak my interest." She retorted with a ripe grin, "And I needed some.. time to get away."

"Which is becoming increasingly difficult."

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

jimmypricelabguru

That’s hardly a bet worth entertaining, Miss Lounds.

"Are you trying to hurt my pride, Mr. Price?"

"Doesn't break, I'm afraid."

[thevixsinsclub]

pathologicaljournalist

" Can i help you Mrs. Lounds?"

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"Not many can." She mumbled, tossing back her drink. "Do you read my column, then? You know my name."

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

letsplaychicken

"… really Miss Lounds….”

Of course not. Her attraction towards men with no compassion rarely topped the list of people she wanted to allow in her bed. However, allowing one man into her bed aided in formulating a juicy story. Would a psychopath be such an abhorrent guest? 

The process would be a messy one. But the result, an even juicer article.

"Most ardently." Sliding a hand up Mason's coat-- fur spurting from here her fingers parted-- she rested a lazy grip around his neck. "Don't say I'm wrong about you."

[turbatusxpuella]

"Good afternoon."

[pathologicaljournalist-blog]

"Good afternoon to you, as well, Ms. Verger. It's a pleasure, if ever I've known one." She extended a slim, gloved hand.

"I am Freddie Lounds. I write for the Tattler." She flashed a business grin, placing her other hand firmly over the bag that held her recorder and notepad, "I wanted to ask you some questions about your brother, Mason Verger. As I've heard it.. He's been accused of a great set of.. cruel indiscretions."

[batnerd-on-redbull-deactivated2]

I bet you can't seduce my muse

[spaceslayer]