#;mischa

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teacupwilliam 

  mischa listens to some of her and her father's favorite classical music as she works on the last touches on her report--due next monday- -when she notes a presence. looking up, she yanks an ear bud from her ear, smiling in greeting.

"hello there."

the words politely fall from her lips--much like her father's, accentuated and slightly enthusiastic.

"i take it you are a friend of one or both of my parents, am i correct?"

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daughterhobbs 

  a curious pair of uniquely-shaded hues finds abigail, her head ilting just a fraction.

"hello!"

her greeting is content, though rather accentuated--a telling sign of just who her parents are.

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formischa 

  the chill of the air is something the young first-born daughter of clarice starling and hannibal lecter is used to. thankfully, she has her coat which she tugs close to herself, even after she walks into the home. a tilt of her head, a micro-expression of a frown comes to her face in response to seeing a woman she did not know.

"can i help you?"

she does not want to be rude to the person, but at the same time she did not know her-- for all she knew she could be an intruder. what she doesn't realize is that she is her namesake.

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psychoanalyzegraham 

  lengthy brown locks which were tied neatly into braids flew behind hannah starling-lecter as she ran throughout her family's yard when something brought her to an abrupt stop--or rather: someone.

"hey!" her voice called out to none other than will graham. her odd accent is unmistakable. "who are you?!"

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rebaamcclane​

  "i'm bored."

mischa's small voice rings out from her, a beautiful melody of unique accentuation. her eyes fixate on reba, a woman she's seen as an aunt for many years. "let's do somethin' fun!"