#barbie r.

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h.annibal verse b.arbie, 02.

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COLIN FERGUSON: HELLO? DO YOU NEED HELP?

barbie can't remember having this bad of night in a long time, often opting to look on the bright side of things, rather than complaining or pouting. the date she had been on was a disaster, the bar he had recommended somewhat out of barbie's comfort zone. on top of that, her phone wouldn't turn on. she knows she charged it before coming out tonight, but now she stares down at the brick, pressing buttons with a frown that makes her look like a wounded puppy. maybe the man hears barbie whine a bit, because he's asking if she needs help, and she's looking up with large, blue eyes, her features painted with relief. 'hi! actually, yes, some help would be so great,' barbie turns to him with a friendly smile. 'i can't get my phone to work. technology, right? would you mind if i used yours? i was just going to call a friend to pick me up,' @storyofwhoiam.

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'i believe all women are beautiful, but wow... you're gorgeous!' @am4zon.

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most days, she found herself in the morgue, working away on dead people and whistling a tune while she does so ( a girl couldn't really get too lonely with a bunch of corpses around, could she? ). this morning, however, jack wanted all hands on deck, which meant her, brian, and jimmy had spent the first few hours after waking up taking samples from their newest crime scene. the blonde remained hyperfocused for the hours they had spent inside, scraping blood into small bags, getting her pink gloves dirty in the process. she tells the boys that they're doing a good job, and they wrap up in the late afternoon, switching places with the clean up crew. upon exiting the house, she sees that someone has gotten onto the other side of the yellow tape, and her brows raise swiftly, glancing around for jack, to no prevail. taking a breath, barbie approaches with a friendly grin. 'excuse me, hi - i'm so sorry, but you actually can't be in here,' hand ushers around to the crime scene cut off by waving, plastic streamers. 'let me walk you out,' @jd4short.

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it was somewhat of a shock to barbie that jack was allowing anyone outside of the bau into his investigation. it was clear that he had been favoring will graham, but with the man growing sicker and sicker each day, barbie supposed it made sense that he'd need another expert on his case. another surprise was that said expert was younger than everyone else on the team ; a young woman who had experienced horrors unimaginable ( well - unimaginable to anyone who did not do barbie's or any of the other agent's jobs ) and who had agreed to speak with younger criminals and juvenile convicts. barbie tries not to seem too excited to meet emma as she steps under the yellow tape, sliding gloved hands into her pockets to stave off the cool air around them. 'you made it! we're so lucky to have you here,' those used to barbie's upbeat demeanor, even on a crime scene, ignore the pitch of her voice. she gives a friendly given down to emma. 'thanks for coming. jack can be a little grumpy, but i'm sure he's grateful, too,' @mostardent1y.

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there's a bond to be made in this field of work ( trauma and dead bodies could do that to a person ). barbie thinks she found that in beverly. and despite the other woman being cool, calm, collected, and even somewhat mysterious, barbie found herself drawn to beverly. of course, she didn't want to force any kind of friendship, but she did end up bringing beverly a coffee every morning, eventually memorizing her order so that it would be perfect for her. was barbie coming on too strong? if so, beverly hasn't told her to get lost yet. that was a blessing in and of itself, knowing how often she scared people off with her optimism. 'another early morning in paradise,' barbie removes one pink latex glove to retrieve the coffee cup from her desk, passing it to beverly as she enters the morgue. 'did jack call you in, or are you just trying to get some work done?' @lambswraths.

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upon approaching the large home in baltimore, barbie had thought she might be overdressed. her soft pink, silk chiffon dress fell toward her ankles, an open toed heel to match, her manicured toes just exposed. blonde locks half up and half down, make up painted delicately across eyelids, she wondered if she'd once again found a reason to do too much ( it seemed to be in her genes ). then, she was allowed into the small mansion - saw the exquisite floor to ceiling interior, and the other guests dressed practically to the nines to enjoy this dinner party - and exhaled a quiet sigh of relief as she accepted an offered glass of champaign from one of the servers. hannibal really didn't mess around, did he? barbie was practically in awe as she strolled around the room, hiding the giddy part of her that was relieved to be at a party of this scale again.

she's greeted by those she knows, and introduces herself to those she doesn't, smiling brightly as she converses with the other guests. when everyone is called to the dining room for their meal, barbie found her seat once hannibal had formally welcomed all of them to his home. she hadn't expected to be sitting so close to the host, but she gives him a winning smile as she sips from her new glass of rosé. 'i'm sure you've heard this a million times, but you've really outdone yourself,' she says this as she tastes their appetizer. the flavors are perfect, despite her being unable to guess what any of those flavors are. she pats at pink lips with her napkin. 'is this what all of your parties are like?' @lambswraths.

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she felt like she was intruding, a bit. the last thing barbie wanted was to polarize will, or make him feel as if he was being watched. she had a tendency of caring too much, taking matters into her own hands when it came to understanding others and their quirks and flaws, vowing to love thy neighbor, even when it may not be keen to do so. this trip to will's house all the way out in wolf trap hadn't been her idea, but she willingly volunteered to do it. jack had wanted someone that wasn't him to go, and it wasn't like brian or jimmy were volunteering. beverly might have, if she was around. but barbie had been the one to say yes.

she climbs from her convertible with full hands, gracefully closing the door behind her, stopping in her tracks as a group of dogs soars from the front porch and gathers around barbie to sniff at her presence. beaming down at them, she moves the papers and ceramic plate to one hand so that she could use the other to share pets among the pack, talking sweetly to them before she realized will was approaching not far behind. 'hey, it's good to see you! i brought case files - and a slice of pie,' barbie stands up a bit straighter, giving a sheepish smile to will as he stares at her. 'jack sent me to check on you. don't be too mad at him, he knew if he came, you two might have gotten into some kind of argument,' hands hold out what she had brought for him. 'your dogs are so cute. is this all of them?' @lambswraths.