I Just Want To Help

Ophelia Barton, 20-something nurse working at Maryland Misericordia Hospital in the year 1959. [OC blog for the Hannibal Fandom. I will rp with anyone from any fandom, I track unstainedhands. FC: Felicia Day, Meryl Streep [Older] ]

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{Im still around, surprisingly, just a lot of Convention stuff going on, thus the proverbial radio silence!}

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+ daughterhobbs

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Leading the way down a hallway slightly dimmer than the room the two women had been in before, Ophelia shook her head, clutching the clipboard to her chest. “Oh no, no, not at all. Just doing my rounds, nothing more. You seem familiar to me, have I spoken to you before? I might have and just forgot, I do that sometimes.”

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Abigail followed, fingers playing with the ends of the sleeves of her sweater. The question startled her for a moment, and she wasn’t sure how to go about discussing her own situation. “Oh, um—yeah, you might’ve seen me around. I was a patient here.” Then, she added quietly, “I’ve also kind of been in some of the papers.”

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"Oh that's where I know you from. I didn't get much interaction with the patients until recently I might have seen you in passing but not in person." Which was a shame, really she seemed like such a nice young woman, even if she was a little jumpy. "...The papers?" Ophelia didn't pay too much attention to the newspapers, talks of war, issues with the government stressed her out more than her job did most days. 

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+ devourtheimpolite

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"Oh I am but…still, I should have been looking where I was going." She responded quickly, lifting a hand in a gesture of defense, something she wasn’t quite rid of. As she spoke she did a quick once over of the man before her. Impeccably dressed, good posture, a wise but wary look about his face, his expression, a tiny pin-prick at the back of her mind -a warning?

No, not a warning -maybe?- she chided herself as she slipped him a small smile, still apologetic in it’s makeup. “You aren’t hurt are you?” Ophelia inquired with a slight tilt of her head, she wasn’t in such a rush that she wouldn’t stop to make sure this gentleman was alright.

[devourtheimpolite]

He couldn’t possibly disagree with that. People had to be careful with where they were going, even though there were bound to be one or two accidents here and there, and nobody could avoid everything. The most they could do was nicely apologise instead of walking off in a rush, pretending that such things never happened.

“No,” he responded, giving her the smallest of a smile as to calm any fear she may have before letting his façade return to normal. “We should just be glad that you weren’t running any faster, and that you only hit my arm.”

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Oh thank God for that. A more relieved look spread across her face and visibly, she relaxed. "No kidding!" She spoke with more enthusiasm, happy that she hadn't been running any faster. "I might have caused you some actual damage if I was in a serious hurry." Which...well she was but so far she hadn't heard her name requested over the intercom and therefore she was safe.

A line formed across her forehead as a thought occurred to her and fully setting her attention on him, she spoke again. "...Were you looking for someone? Are you a patient here?"

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|| Okay so I have drafts for 4 people:

devourtheimpolite

daughterhobbs

digitalpages

thedistantvoiceofnightvale

I'm having major issues sleeping and therefore concentrating, SO I will finish all of them in the morning.

Until then, good night and thank you for following me! If you don't have a thread started with me and you would like to please feel free to drop a line in my inbox so we can plan ^_^

-Opheliamun

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{Hey lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear... <3 }

{Goddamn you Hannimun <3 }

[coniferousawakenings]

Hannibal-to-English translation.

Episode 1X01.

Scene 2/2.

[coniferousawakenings]

Hannibal-to-English translation.

Episode 1X04.

Scene 1/6.

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tag mending

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+ devourtheimpolite

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He kept his eyes trained forward as he walked, wary of everyone and everything around him as he would always be. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be aware of what was happening behind him at the same time as focusing on what was happening in front of him, and it couldn’t help him when somebody came from behind and hit his arm with a small force. He looked over at the person in question, a woman who had stopped in her tracks, presumably after realising what she had done.

If she knew any better, she would be glad that she had apologised. He was glad she had apologised; it meant that she wasn’t on his bad side yet.

“It is fine,” he responded, recalling how quickly she had been going for the tiny moment after the collision. “I’m sure you’re in a hurry.”

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"Oh I am but...still, I should have been looking where I was going." She responded quickly, lifting a hand in a gesture of defense, something she wasn't quite rid of. As she spoke she did a quick once over of the man before her. Impeccably dressed, good posture, a wise but wary look about his face, his expression, a tiny pin-prick at the back of her mind -a warning?

No, not a warning -maybe?- she chided herself as she slipped him a small smile, still apologetic in it's makeup. "You aren't hurt are you?" Ophelia inquired with a slight tilt of her head, she wasn't in such a rush that she wouldn't stop to make sure this gentleman was alright.

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Two for Tea || revengeofmischa

The only reason she was out in such weather was out of the goodness of her heart. 

Or so she said. Really, what else could she do? Refuse to take Bronys his dinner? Yes she could she really could, but then what? Amelia would take the blame for it not arriving on time, if at all and Ophelia refused to be the reason for yet another bruise on her sister's face. 

Just another bone of contention where she and Amelia were concerned, it brought about a flush of rage to her cheeks just thinking about it now, sitting in the car just outside of Bronys' storefront, none to happy about exiting the car and entering the winter wonderland that lay beyond.

Huffing, Ophelia tightened the scarf around her face neck and adjusted her gloves before taking up the covered plate in her hands and shuffling sideways out of the car into the freezing air and as swiftly as she could, she made a bee line through the lightly dented snow towards the store and up the small set of stairs to the door, entering as soon as she came abreast of it, shivering in the snow-light from outside.

"Hello? Bronys? I brought your dinner! ...Hello?" The store was oddly silent and an odd smell, though not unfamiliar permeated the air. Coppery..metallic and sour to her nose. Well, he was a taxidermist, the scent of blood wasn't...all that unfamiliar...but it was stronger than she had smelled it ever before in his place of business...

[weiweiweiweiweiweiweiwei]

Now tell me your design…

[havingyoufordinner]

It was a particularly mean peacock.

[mtzgtz]

It was a particularly Mean Goat… Hahaha :D

[anempathsbecoming]

(Zany peacock.)

[corvus-canadensis]

It was a particularly jammy stag

CHRIST

[eideticminded-blog-deactivated2]

im a mean goat

[unstainedhands]

Vexing Mongoose? WILL?!

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Eat the Rude

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. How may I be of assistance?"...

[the-sassy-nurse-chapel-deactiva]

Send me a ツ and I'll tell you one thing my character finds attractive about yours.

[drhanniballecter]

I feel bad for people who aren’t fannibals and they go on the food tag looking for food porn, and they see our food posts and think “hholy shit that looks awesome” and then they see  #hannibal

Meanwhile we’re over here like…

"We made you like people."

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Sing with me now.

"When you walked through the door it was clear to me You're the one who they adore, Who they came to see, You're a rockstar  Everybody wants you  Who could really blame you?  We're the ones who made you~"

[unstainedhands]

Good lord there are a a lot of Hannibals on my dash -and following me as well. Is there a term for so many Hannibals? A Brace of Hannibals? A Murder of Hannibals?

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+ daughterhobbs

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"Oh why yes there is. I can show you the way if you like." She offered, curling her hands around the clipboard she held. "There isn’t much in it now, but I hope what you are missing is there."

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Abigail stood up straight and nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” She took a few steps in the woman’s direction and followed. “I’m not keeping you from anything important, right?”

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Leading the way down a hallway slightly dimmer than the room the two women had been in before, Ophelia shook her head, clutching the clipboard to her chest. "Oh no, no, not at all. Just doing my rounds, nothing more. You seem familiar to me, have I spoken to you before? I might have and just forgot, I do that sometimes."

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+ daughterhobbs

Coming out of the next room over from the hospital lobby, Ophelia glanced around the silent, brightly lit room, spotting the dark haired girl almost immediately, she approached, smiling as happily and politely as she could, speaking. “Hello Miss, can I help you? Are you injured?”

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Abigail looked up with a tilt of her head. “No.” She was fine, after all. A pause, and then, “There isn’t a lost-and-found here, is there? I was staying here a few weeks ago, I think I might’ve left something.”

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"Oh why yes there is. I can show you the way if you like." She offered, curling her hands around the clipboard she held. "There isn't much in it now, but I hope what you are missing is there."