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"Goodness. I just don't understand why someone so influential would associate with such a seedy place. But his name is on all the Eve’s posters, so I guess he isn’t bothered by it.” 

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     ❝       DO Y’ THINK that rapture is truly meritocratic, Mister Ryan? ❞

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if scarlet had a business card it would read: 

miss scarlet  call XXX-XXXX to solve all your personal vendettas  xoxo

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Mun Interpretation Meme: Accepting.

✎ - What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

Ah, see - that’s actually the funny thing.  The more Fuller revealed about Bedelia in canon, the less I liked her.  We learned more about her in season three of Hannibal than in either of the previous seasons, but, in my opinion, what we learned often didn’t match up with what came before.  Then again, so little had been revealed about her that Bedelia as a character was really open to interpretation (and still, to some extent, is, which I like better).

I suppose I wish that Fuller had explained more about Bedelia sooner (as, in my opinion, he shifted what he thought of her throughout the seasons - writing her as needed - which isn’t a bad thing, but something I particularly dislike about most American serial television - the reveals are not always consistent, etc.) - sometime in the first or second season - instead of leaving us as an audience constantly guessing.

I wish Bedelia was a Thomas Harris character.

I really wish I knew Fuller’s original plan for Bedelia when he intended to cast her as Angela Lansbury.  (Due to scheduling conflict, she wasn’t available, and so he went to NBC to see who they would like.  When they suggested potentially looking at Gillian Anderson, Fuller aged Bedelia down and had to look into new reasons for her retirement as opposed to simply age.  I doubt that the whole Bedelia retired because she killed one of her patients idea would have happened if not for the actor change.)

…I also wish we knew where Bedelia went when she disappeared in season two - however, I’m glad to not know because that leaves room for potential threads and exploration.

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the mun's interpretation

✎ what do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

[ A LAST NAME......... unfortunately, only josh/beth/hannah and mike were lucky enough to be given a last name and while it’s not overly important, it would be nice to know. aside from that, i wouldn’t want much else? of course, there’s always the curiosity about family, other friends, hobbies, etc etc etc, but since that has been mostly left out of chris’s in-game canon, it gives me more opportunity to explore his character. which is great because that’s when you see a variety of interpretations in a rp community, rather than just seeing the same stuff over and over again. 

especially back story. i thoroughly enjoy and thrive off giving my muses back story. and with chris’s back story at the bare minimum in his canon, i have a lot to work with. ] 

[aviscerated]

business is business | closed starter for forlions

Running errands on Sander Cohen’s behalf had the unfortunate tendency of leaving Kyle in several awkward positions. 

Sometimes there was a conflict of interest; an instance where he was forced to make personal decisions about people he knew personally. And he did hate firing people, which was often a duty that fell on his shoulders, given his tasks as a stage manager. 

This wasn’t that. 

Among his duties as an employee of Sander Cohen (and “employee” was a very generous word; Kyle had heard of worse ones, many of them profane) was as a courier. This was all fine and good when he had envelopes for people. Envelopes could fit in the inside pocket of one’s jacket, if one felt so inclined.

This wasn’t that, either. An envelope, that is. 

No, this was something akin to a gift basket, although there weren’t really any gifts inside. A more proper name might be “invitation”, but many of the invitations he gave to people were less ostentatious than this. Then again, those people hadn’t been as...public as Andrew Ryan.  Adorning the thing were several playbills from former performances, with the upcoming show’s playbill featured front and center. A rabbit mask had been attached to the back, because of course it had. Inside the basket proper was a collection of trinkets and candies which Kyle found embarrassing. He felt like an idiot even carrying it through the Fort, but he wasn’t being paid to complain, so he didn’t. 

Fortunately, he’d had the foresight to make an appointment with Andrew Ryan’s secretary, and so he had no issue getting from point A to point B. When he arrived in what he assumed was a waiting room, she told him to wait there. That he’d be allowed to see Andrew Ryan as soon as he notified her of such. 

Kyle very strongly hoped that some kind of emergency meeting would pop up and he would be invited to leave the horrid thing there, rather than delivering it personally. 

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Adjusting tie/jewelry/etc symbol

♠:Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

Jack took a deep breath. He could do this. It was not like he was going to be saying very much at all. He just had to stand there. And look Ryan-ish. Was Ryanish a word? No. No it wasn’t. Oh shit he was fucked. 

The young man sank to the ground, effectively setting wrinkles into his slacks and his previously crisp white shirt. He was in so much trouble. He was going to make a fool out of himself and by extension his father and by extension Ryan Industries and by extension all of Rapture and the infrastructure as they knew it would crumble and it would all be his fault.

Long fingers ran through his barely tamed hair letting it once again become a mess. He was doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Jack should just crawl under his bed and hide and hope his father never--

A knock on his door. “Jack?”

OH SHIT! The young man scrambled to his feet faster than he ever had in his life. His father didn’t need him there. He didn’t need anyone really. Because Andrew Ryan was a self made man. And Jack needed to get out of his own way once in a while. If he did that maybe, MAYBE, he’d not be a total failure. 

Desperately he tried to straiten his shirt, giving up and pulling on a jacket to hide the worst of it and going at his hair with a comb. It didn’t help much. It never did. The dark brown locks had minds of their own and his bright blue eyes kept getting distracted by the tie he’d managed to mangle the knot of. Sure it was around his neck but a child could have seen it was not in any real ties knot.

Andrew Ryan entered when, suspiciously, his son never bothered to so much as call an answer. It took Jack another full minute and a half of panicking to realize he was not alone. Blush lit up the young man’s cheek and he shifted back and forth on his feet. 

“H-hey?”

This was a business meeting. A very short business meeting hopefully- in so far as business meetings in Rapture went- and it had originally been at Jack’s own request that he sit in on it. The boy looked a mess. Mess being the polite side of disgrace when Andrew had to know that Jack had been getting ready for some time now. The older man seemed to think better of any number of possible things he could have said.

He reached over and started undoing Jack’s tie. Decisively. “Jack.” He began in that tone. Not the tone of a father per say, not so far as Jack had heard other fathers speak, but the tone of a man talking to a subordinate. Trying to explain to a particularly bad, but promising intern why they were bad, but promising. “You---”

Jack cut him off, though he let the man finish tying his tie. “I know. I’ve heard all your lectures before Father. If you don’t think I can handle being in the meeting just tell me now. It would be better that I go and find something worth my time than waste yours.”

Andrew finished the knot and pushed it into place, a spark of satisfaction in his eye if only for a moment. Whether at the knot, or at what Jack had said, the boy wasn’t entirely sure.