#hlecterpsyd

[catnipforkillersbloom-blog]

"I'm your future husband" (hope you don't mind me jumping on the meme)

Our muses are supposed to be married in an arranged marriage in two weeks. Send me “I’m your future husband/wife” for my muse’s reaction to their first meeting and getting the news.

[[ooc: of course I don’t mind, thank you :) hlecter-psyd ]]

Alana was terrified after knowing the news. What was she supposed to do now that she knew she would get married with a complete stranger? She could imagine how her future would be like; married to an old and ugly man, who probably might want her to stay at home. She was already disgusted. And confused, among other things. Alana thought that those sort of things were obsolete. Yet she was wrong. Besides, no one had told her about said marriage.

When she met the man, Alana could only stare at him, he was older than her, yes, but he wasn’t what Alana expected to see. She had no choice but be polite, perhaps, she could convince this man to cancel the wedding. “I guess I’m your future wife then,” she said with a tight smile, “I’m Alana.”

[jamieacquaatyourservice]

Epiphany || Closed

Of all the hundreds of impossible things that had happened in Jamie's life, the short letter sitting in her lap had to be the single most impossible of them all. For the fiftieth time in a single day she reread the tiny formal print, the perfect scrawling signature, as if this time it would say something different, explain more, show some hidden little secret between the lines... and of course there was nothing. 

Somehow she found it in her to find her way to the desk in her apartment, sit down, and pick up the phone. Slowly and carefully, she pressed each number, held the receiver to her ear, and took a deep breath.

"Hello, Dr. Lecter?" she asked as confidently as she could. "My name is Jamie Acqua. I've just been delivered a letter instructing me to call you. I wonder... do you know what it is about?"

[frederickchxlton]

+ hlecter-psyd

     " -- seems you've redecorated slightly since the last time i was here..."

[anempathsbecoming]

@hlecter-psyd

Cause he seemed Mega high., >>

[imreallyjustanactor]

don't like it come in my askbox!

[nomonopolyonmurder]

((SAAAAAM

I'M OVER HERE BECAUSE SPN EMOTIONALLY TRAUMATIZED ME. 

I WOULD LIKE A THING.

PLS. ILY.))

[nomonopolyonmurder]

Chess Match || Closed with hlecterpsyd

All the charges against her had been dropped. The evidence was found to be either unsubstantiated or inadmissible in court. She was free to reorganize her empire, which hadn't even come remotely close to being destroyed, as she saw fit, with one condition. She had to attend counseling with the psychiatrist of her choice. 

She'd since relocated further south from New York, wishing to be closer to DC for business reasons. The person she'd found with the highest recommendations was Dr. Hannibal Lecter. She was hoping he would sign off on her evaluation fairly quickly. She didn't want to waste either of their time.

She was waiting outside his office a few minutes before her appointment time, sitting with her back straight and her ankles crossed underneath her chair. She hardly blinked, which most people found off-putting. She didn't much care. She was too busy to worry what lesser people thought.

[werecogsinthemachine]

hlecter-psyd entered the bar

Now this man was really out of place. Just looked it. But, everyone was welcome after all. "Hey there, welcome to Sky City."