“The lambs were screaming.”

[xclaricestarling-archived]

Got you a pet lamb. -H

     ”—Did you get it a friend, too?”

[xkanibalas]

i. An indie Hannibal Lecter from the television series ‘Hannibal’ but covers all media formats, from the novels, to the movies. 

ii. 7+ years of experience in writing and in roleplay. 

iii. Open for plot suggestions, icon interactions, and so forth. Doesn’t prefer one over the other but would like a good balance between both formats. 

iv. Leans towards character development between two characters than than just a ship. 

v. inbox is always open, so feel free to message me. 

[xclaricestarling-archived]

Relocation

[justcallmenebraska]

It was already a crappy day. He’d been yanked from the warmth and security of his little office in Williston, and not only had to drive almost an hour, but he had to get dressed. This he resented more than anything as he thought of his cotton pajama pants flung hastily over the back of his computer chair. He left on his t-shirt, covering it with the official uniform shirt. This wasn’t going to fly. He’d do it the first day, but after that, no guarantees. They’d told him he’d be in charge of this operation, and he was going to run it his way.

At the site in Watford City, he was greeted by far more agents than he’d been expecting. They must have called in every border agent and terminal jockey within 300 miles. When he saw the gathered agents, he became more irritated. Just where were they supposed to sleep? There was very little lodging around here. And he didn’t want to raise suspicion. It was bad enough they were all wearing their uniforms. Stupid policies anyway.

His intention was to do the briefing and send at least half of these agents back to their home stations. Honestly, he felt he could do this job on his own, but his superiors seemed to think that throwing manpower at it was the solution. Things up here near the Canadian border were quiet for the most part. And his role near the fracking operations had always been a quiet one, a steady and formidable force in America’s front line defense. But the truth was, these oil companies had their own protection in aces, far more than the government could ever provide. His job was more that of an overseer, which is why he rarely left the comfort of his pajamas on any given day.

While he was talking with a few of the others, creating a communication plan, he noted a group of suited agents slip in, distributing among the ranks of his own agents. They seemed to be lead by a tiny little thing who was making demands after barely introducing herself.

Bryan strode over to her, wishing more than anything he was wearing a flannel and jeans right now. “Ma’am, I’m Bryan Bauer with DHS. Not quite sure what interest the FBI might have in these matters, but I believe we have jurisdiction here. Perhaps we could speak privately.”

He gestured with his hand to a row of offices along the far wall. He didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her team. And he didn’t want the members of his team to see him ruffling FBI feathers. He had a job to do, and she was just one more thing standing in the way.

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     The agents who work for Homeland Security all seem to have sticks shoved up their asses and Clarice is not entirely fond of their delinquent facial expressions while she speaks to the lot of them. A five foot three FBI agent asking patiently if she and her team can take a mini-tour...by themselves...possibly uncover some clues...all without telling the HLS. Not a bad deal, no? For the Bureau, that is. 

     Out of what seems like nowhere a man who - surprisingly - has manners walks up to Clarice and asks for her word. In response, she turns to the one of the squad leaders and tells him that she will be back shortly. Her blue eyes narrow in question once her and Bryan reach the far wall and she extends her hand in a curt motion of a hello before nodding her head in recognition of his own introduction.

     "Agent Bauer - pleasure." A swift shake before the retraction of her hand. "Agent Starling of the Federal Bureau, which I'm sure y'know by now." She allows a small sliver of silence to ensue, her dry humor slowly coming out from the cracks of her taut smile; followed by the clearing of her throat. "My team and I were sent to examine the oil wells out 'ere. Heard some undercover racket was goin' on and that's all I'm permitted to mention, sir."

     Rather than explain her crunch of time, Starling simply turns to her intrinsic instinct to transform into a brusquely worded individual, which generally leads to the gradual demise of her smaller jobs. You want that promotion? You gotta work for it. Don't shut off yet, Starling. And as if on queue, memories of her deceased, once ambitious father begin flood her troubled mind and she further tightens her angular jaw. Though, as per usual, her thoughts begin to melt away with the thick sense of will that she carries over her shoulders.

     A roll of the collar bones, a straightening of the back, and an arch of the brow. "Are you the man who can lead me to where my team and I are to investigate?"

[xclaricestarling-archived]

psa;

     (hey, guys. i'm sorry i've been MIA on this blog, but i've recently been pretty busy and i've spent most of my time on my Carol account as of late. i'm still here, i promise; i'm just not posting at the moment. and i'm not sure when i'll get back into the swing of things, but i hope i will soon.)

     (i love Clarice to death [literally] and i would never full-out abandon this account, anyway. unfollow if you wish, i honestly couldn't give a damn, but i'll be back, friends. <3 i will.)

[fireoflethe-blog]

psa;

i think a lot of people need to see this, honestly.

Read More

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     "We both know how this ends. I was an idiot to think that this changed you." 

[pureempath--archived-deactivate]

(Φ w Φ)

      “I — uh —,”

( Will’s face turns bright red as he forces his eyes to remain locked on something else — something not … that .. those.  Instead, he turns around to face the wall.  He was probably more startled than she was. )

      “my apologies.”

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     The ever resonant tone of Will Graham's voice echoes throughout the office and Clarice nearly falls to the floor from surprise as she fumbles to press her shirt against her otherwise bare chest. The look of shock that spreads across her flushed features would be considered amusing to most, but not to her or Will at the moment.

     She follows by holding her shirt out in front of her and slipping her arms through the sleeves, letting the cloth fall back onto her torso. 

     "Coast is clear," she remarks with a breath - a comical one, at that; a short chuckle. "Well — uh. Hello to you, too."

[willgrahambreak]

Letting out a measured breath, he rubs the back of his neck. “It was supposedly settled by locals, that’s why we never got involved. They closed the case eight months ago and it was all supposed to be all tidied up; Behavioral Science got the report because it was definitely worth studying.” Will couldn’t swallow the bad taste in his mouth; there was some type of guilt bubbling in his stomach, as though he should have been able to prevent this. He watched to leaf through the files, fingers going over what was already burnt behind his eyes.

Nodding along as she talked to herself, he mulled over the ideas in his head. “Bites occur on the brachium and abdomen. Fingers are missing. Although some people like to classify this disorder as a fetish, I don’t think this is sexual in any way. This man wants to consume.”

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     Clarice nods as the man opposite her explains the basics of the investigation. "It is a worthwhile case, yes - definitely interesting," she mumbles, narrowed eyes scanning over black and white evidence sheets, filtering through some choice images attached to the papers. "This can't be a fetish, no." She brings her index finger to her lips in thought. "I don't believe so either." A quizzical brow raise and a look in Graham's direction. "But: --'This man?'"

[xclaricestarling-archived]

i ship silence of the lambs (movie) clarice with jack crawford (played by scott glenn) like, a lot. 

i think the dynamics of the relationship could be extremely awkward because i feel that he plays the part of a father figure a good amount of the time, and when he doubts Clarice she gets all pissed off because he's an authority figure and she wants to move up and get promoted to agent, so she respects him

and when she finally does get promoted, she is genuinely happy and since he contributed to that by promoting her and such i think an emotional attachment began to bloom and with the whole bella situation after she dies of cancer and such, i think the relationship could take a hurt/comfort toll on both ends because at that point both will have reached level ground because they each loose someone very, very important to them and like internal struggles 

i want to appease myself and write another fic for them but i can't because draft obligations wo w w w w

and idk none of that made any sense but whatever i just needed to like say that

[pureempath--archived-deactivate]

biencontre-le-mal replied to your post:

(buy yummy food do it)

[xclaricestarling-archived]

[xclaricestarling-archived]

Whistling Lessons

[cant-be-for-nothing]

At the question, Ellie nods her head nonchalantly. “I guess it’s interesting. It’s just something I had to learn. Shitty world and all.” She mumbles with a shrug of her shoulders noting how slow the woman was eating. She drew a dubious brow up not quite understanding the need to eat so slow, but says nothing as they continue along their path.

Slowing their pace, the two come to a truck and Clarice clambers atop the hood. Casually leaning against the truck, Ellie waits patiently not sure what she should be expecting as there hasn’t been any commotion in the area since having found the place. When she notices the sudden falter in the woman’s expression and the notes point of her finger Ellie nods her head in understanding.

Immediately Ellie’s hands are slipping to her back pocket withdrawing the switchblade and flipping it open so her knife is drawn. The soft thuds of footfalls resounds next to her as Clarice had hopped down from the hood of the old weathered truck. When she picks the can from her bag, Ellie hurriedly shakes her head. Not bothering to duck above the hood of the car, she doesn’t need to see what’s out there to know what it is. The ominous clicking sound echoes loud and already Ellie knew what it was to do.

Eyes darting about the asphalt, she spies a brick and picks it up, mouthing the words: wait for my signal. She made indication she was going to chuck the thing as far as possible, bringing up three fingers, drawing them down in slow pandering seconds so they had enough time to react. When her final finger curls into her fist, Ellie ducks up and hurls the brick as far as she can before nudging he woman’s shoulder hissing: run, c’mon!

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     Clarice bends down to silently set down the can and looks up at Ellie with a curt nod, understanding the mouthed commands. In the matter of three seconds, she stands back up and waits for Ellie's cue of 'go.' The younger of the two then throws a brick across some cars with the intention of distracting the Clicker and nudges Starling's shoulder with a sharp warning; in response, the woman has no time to look back and see if the distorted creature has been successfully distracted or not, but she runs anyway.

     Strong, agile limbs guide her along the hard asphalt with each muscle contraction and dilation as she runs with impressive speed alongside her younger counterpart, who is well and keeping great pace. She's not entirely sure how long they should run, but it is better to stop further away from the creature as opposed to in its range.

     Buildings go by in a thick, colorless blur; wind resists against angular facial features; shallow breaths escape parted lips; and adrenaline filled limbs move numbly.

     Within minutes, Clarice comes back from her trance-like state and realizes that they're heading further and further away from her current camp setup, where there have been few to no Clickers around. Though with the one they just escaped, she's not entirely sure that her temporary setup is safe anymore. Shit shit shit, she muses. "Here," she breathes and brings her pace down to a light jog, glancing over at the girl, "think we're clear for now."

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     Friendly reminder that roleplaying is for fun, not for pressuring people and forcing things. (◡‿◡✿)

[eidearchive]

       No, I am not giving extensions on the Criminal History essay. On my desk, Monday morning.

                       Take any other questions to the TA. You know who she is.

[xclaricestarling-archived]

           "With all due respect, Mr. Graham, I have yet to ever ask for an extension from you."

     Clarice wants to tell him the unruly amount of homework that she has received within the past week from other professors, along with taking time to practice for a final exam regarding the muscles of the human body - a time consumer, and the fact that she's not going to drop everything in her schedule to work on essay in which she feels that is unimportant in the entire scheme of things.

     "I have a solid A and you know how hard I work in this class. I can't drop every other homework assignment at the moment to write a fifteen page essay on history that I all ready know."

[deniablyplausible-deactivated20]

; anonymous or not, send me an honest opinion on my writing / character

[xclaricestarling-archived]

.

[willgrahambreak]

       ”Had big lunch, not feeling too hungry now.” He smiled vaguely, humour apparent but muddied by his usual unease. The pictures in front of him were too loud, so he looked away to silence them.

        “Another body just dropped in a Cherokee County, Alabama. Chunks of flesh had been ripped out by teeth, and we found blood other than the vic’s on the floor. It’s the third body with the same MO, so the FBI is getting called in.”

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     The corners of Starling's lips quirk in response to Will's faint smile, but the expression fades as soon as the man mentions yet another casualty. "Damn," she mutters and brings the tips of her fingers to her temples. "Thought that was done a long time ago. What's it been... Eight or nine months, now?" Her jaws tighten and un-tighten by the second and she walks up to the desk that separates her from Graham, hands carding through some manila folders until she finds the victims in chronological order. "If it's a self inflicted...problem, there won't be any pattern, will there be? No," she muses aloud. "I need patterns." 

[xclaricestarling-archived]

Whistling Lessons

[cant-be-for-nothing]

When the woman takes her hand and gives it a shake, Ellie purses her lips into a crooked smile, nodding her head. “Howdy,” she responds before ending the gesture and sheepishly scratching at her head. “I’m really not. I just… don’t have much to say right now,” she admits not wanting to be explicitly rude and say: because I don’t know who you are. So she keeps that little statement to herself and resumes walking in the direction of the small hovel she’d been holed up in.

Cautiously nodding her head, Ellie eyes the woman becoming a little leery of her as the area for the most part has been free of people and infected for the last few days. She hadn’t the slightest clue that anyone else had been staying in the small abandoned town either. “Sure,” she murmurs keeping in step with Clarice as they continue down the lonesome road.

As they walk along the road moving about the cars that had long-since been left behind at the start of the infections, she notices Clarice slip her knapsack around, rummaging about its innards for something. When she withdraws a small wrapped bar, her eyes widen slightly, but quickly tamps down her excitement as it’s been the first sight of food she’s had since she was traveling with Joel.

At the offered bit of food, Ellie nods her head and takes the half of it, immediately shoving it into her mouth and licking at her fingers. Letting out a content sigh, she glances over towards the woman and replies, “Thanks. I haven’t had a chance to go hunt. No arrows in this whole damned place for my bow and I only got two left. Sucks.” She doesn’t know why she shares this information but she does, feeling grateful for the small bit of food she had to offer.

[xclaricestarling-archived]

     As soon as Ellie takes her respectful piece, Clarice bites into the compressed bar and savors its taste. It's rather bland, but food in any way or form will suffice at the moment. "So," she takes another, this time larger, "a hunter, huh? That's interesting." A thumb wipes at the corner of her mouth.

     Not wanting to come across as overly curious, the agent says nothing more for short while as she finishes the piece of food. Unlike Ellie, she tries to eat as slowly as possible so it can seem as if more than it really is - been too hungry for too long. As they walk, trees sway in the wind and cars begin to stack atop of one another, it apparent that people were stopping for something in the way of their vehicles.

     She lifts herself onto the hood of an old Ford as silently as she can and stands to look around, her bright blue eyes scanning around them. Her lids narrow in the slightest and she internally curses to herself. With a turn of the head to face Ellie and a raised index finger, her expression indicates that she has spotted a Clicker not too far away. She purses her thin lips and lets the candy wrapper fall silently to the ground, as she doesn't want the creature to smell them. An agile jump later with only the smallest of thuds comes immediately afterwards and she slowly pulls out an empty can from her bag, showing it to Ellie as if saying, 'I throw this, it gets distracted: we run.'