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This is a simple RP with a very simple idea. Or well, maybe not, considering the main characters ore our favorite boys. Nothing pretty here just the draw of the story and the thrill of being able to RP.

Will was not a cop, he had not been allowed to be, when he was first approached to be one instead of jumping the gun Will decided that he would rather stay back and let the cops do what they could. He became a school teacher instead, finding it easier to teach children and avoiding empathizing with them then to live in a world where all he did was get dragged down by person after person. Unfortunately even in his safe little world trouble can come and Will ends up in the middle of a school shooting. He's the first to be shot and the last left alive which is when his problems start. Nightmares, moments of lost time, finding himself thinking as if he were not himself. It concerns his friends but is seen as a way for one "Jack Crawford" to sink his nails into him.

Will just want's to teach his student, watch them smile as he explains how to count or teaches them a new word, butt he lost time is threatening his job and he can hardly watch the news without slipping. He's losing himself quickly and the nightmare's are not helping. A close friend of him suggests he see's a therapist, one who could do more than she could after all her years of helping him, and that day Will calls up and makes an appointment with one "Dr. Hannibal Lecter" and to say the man is intrigued with him could be a possible understatement.

Simple story with a world of potential. I am looking for someone to play Hannibal who can post more than 3 paragraphs a post. I want someone literate who can make things in depth but also enjoy the role they have. Remember the gaia ToS and keep everything PG-13... as possible. I will admit to pushing that envelope quite often but I never go over. Go ahead and send me a pm with a sample of your writing if you want to join.

i would love to try but i can't really be online very often. x-x

Most days when Will wakes up it's to jot down notes in his nightmare book, where he keeps his dirty little secrets after the school shooting, but today he hadn't even had the chance to get to sleep. Calloused hands ran over the rough fur of one of his most recent strays, Donner this one was Donner, he had been doing that all night while he thought about what was to come. The alarm beside his bed screeched at him, piercing through the calmly veiled concern, signaling that Will needed to push himself up from the comfort of his quite bed. Will groaned at the creaking in his body, his shoulder protesting greatly to the weight placed upon it, apparently it was going to be one of those days.

The dogs dutifully left the bedroom with Will, waiting as he went through his mourning routine, before eating their own food and being let outside. It was a repetitive routine but it brought him comfort in it's mindless continuation day after day. It was a set factor in his rather chaotic life teaching kindergarten. Will sat on his porch as his dogs ran around, notebook in one hand and coffee in another, he still had time before he had to leave for the school and then he had the whole school day before his appointment.

That was what he was dreading now, the one thing he had absolutely no desire to do, that damn appointment. Will still regretted making it but he had to admit that he needed help, the note book in his lap was enough evidence of that, but he hated having his brain picked over. Alana was right though, no matter how much Will was loath to admit, he needed to talk to someone beside her. If only so he could keep his job and continue teaching the kids he was teaching. Will sighed, finishing off his coffee, before finally he motioned all his dogs inside and left to work.

Will arrived to smiling face and giggling, the children more than happy to see him, before he accepted a few hugs. Class started as normal, ending just the same, before long Will was heading out to his car and pulling out the directions to the place he was going Will got in his car and drove. He didn't want to be late but once he got to the place it seemed that he didn't have much to worry about. Will was the only one out in the rather odd waiting room, the place seeming rather…homey, when the door to the office opened Will looked up from his seat and was surprised by the man he saw. He wasn't used to someone who looked so… put together. Will stood, brushing his hands on his pants, then he shifted his satchel and smiled "Hi… yeah I am Will."

Wills hands twisted nervously on the strap of his satchel, he knew he looked a mess since he had come straight from work, he felt largely underdressed for an appointment which was not a comfortable feeling. Will was already out of his element, far so, but the added uncomfortable feeling just made him want to turn an leave. It all seemed a bit to formal, a bit to uninviting, he was supposed to be telling this man his deep dark secrets but he felt less like telling the man his secrets and more like quickly scurrying back to the comfort of his home and dogs. Will wasn't a fearful person but he felt there was truly no need for him to see this man, he had someone who could help him if he could just convince her, but he knew it would disappoint Alana if he just turned and left.

Will shuffled inside, looking around the place he had entered, but was careful to avoid looking at Hannibal straight on. People tended to notice when you didn't look them in the eyes that way, they tended to ask questions, Will more often than not was asked if he was afraid. It was a stupid question, idiotic in Wills opinion, because he wasn't afraid of people and their opinions. He couldn't care less what people thought about him as long as those thoughts didn't affect his work or his way of life but eyes were distracting. Too much was said through eyes, to many things conveyed, weather it is emotions or even the state of someone's health there is too much to see. Then there are the different colors contained in each person's eyes and how they mix, where the genetics come from, even without looking at eyes Will is already distracted.

Will looks to the chair that Dr. Lecter has motioned to and he sits down, satchel in hand, before looking at his hands. "I didn't really want to come here to be honest. I don't like therapists and I have a friend that I could have tried to convince but she thought it was better this way-" Will stopped that train of thought then took a deep breath. "I have been having a lot of problems lately with… nightmares." Will shifted his hand up to subconsciously rub at his stiff shoulder. "Not just nightmares but episodes of… lost time. I'll wake up in some place I wasn't before and… strange things happen when I watch the news." Will sighed, running a hand over his face and through his hair. "I have just dealt with it until now because it didn't happen that often, maybe once or twice every month, but now just walking past the break room at the school has the potential to set me off. I am lucky I haven't been fired yet, I should have been the last time, I don't hurt anyone but I don't know how long it will take for that to happen."

Wills fingers twitched on the strap of his satchel when Dr. Lecter asked him about his nightmares, about his dark little secrets, because they were a subject he couldn’t quite touch on. They were strange, insightful, and painful to relive. One was never like the other and they often left him in sweat stained sheets with his heart hammering far too hard in his chest. They were just dreams, he would tell himself this as he clutched a towel to his sweat damp chest, they were just horrible dreams that meant nothing to him. Will wanted to reach into his bag and pull out his notebook, his hands slid down a minute amount to do so, but before he could even reach into his bag he stilled. No he should show his notebook yet, he shouldn’t have even brought it, because the notebook was something completely unprecedented and not even Alana had seen it.

Will shifted in his seat, looking up at the ceiling, he wanted to focus on something but the man in front of him. The room was too quite, he could hear Dr. Lecter breathing so close to him, and the tick of a nearby clock was driving him so mad that after a few seconds of quiet contemplation to gather his thoughts he was standing. "Most people have nightmares about being preyed upon…" Will goes to inspect a statue in the room, his mind finding something else to grasp onto so he could let the words flow out. "Dreams of being tracked like an animal, hunted down, my nightmares are different. I see the news with some strange killer but instead of finding fear in the victim I… Find my dreams pushing me toward the murderer. Sometimes the nightmares are vague flashes and other times I go through the whole scenario of killing this person exactly how the killer did." Will shift on his feet.

"I know what they are feeling when they do it too… just… I know how they did it and weather they were angry, disgusted, happy, sad, over joyed-" The last one slides out without much thought, Will feels sick for even thinking it, but he knows he can't exactly hide these things. "There are other nightmares that I have but they are brief. Barely there but flashes of drowning in blood… these only register as nightmares when I wake up." Will stops there, knowing how insane that sounds. He sounds as if he revels these dreams, as if they excite him, the fear is that they do. He wakes nauseous and terrified at the notion of them but his heart is beating fast and the heat pooled in his sick stomach suggests what Will would never want to admit to anyone.

Will fiddled with something that didn't look to delicate, that looked like it had been fiddled with many times, his hand reoccupying his time. He was not expecting any kind of immediate diagnosis but suddenly Dr. Lecter was going on about night terrors and Will was just standing there trying to figure out what to say. The night terrors was something he could understand, he really could, but how did those explain his lost time? Sympathizing with the killers and not the victims? Will knew what it was like to be a victim of a violent crime and he had always found himself able the empathize more with the victims but now it seemed that all had changed but Will was will to try for answers.

"Alright… yeah I can get some exercise in my day right after I get off work." It wouldn't be hard, and he was needing to get into better shape, Will sighed and ran a hand through his hair before glancing up at Dr. Lecter. "Uh… sure I'll take a glass of water." He didn't know why he was so hesitant with accepting the water but after he had it he sat down and sipped at it. His fingers slid over the glass subconciously, not paying much attention to what was going on. The room was eerily quite, to quite, and Will felt far to much like he was being watched. He knew he was, he wasn't going to delude himself into the fact that he wasn't, but this was what he hated most about seeing therapists.

Alana even observed him when they hung out, it was ingrained into her head to do so, it was just odd to have so many people concerned with what was going on with his head. "There is this man… a police officer, he's been asking after me a lot. He wants me to help with his cases after something I said after one of them. I don't think it is a good idea, neither does Alana, but if I lose my job at the school I may have to do that." Will sipped at his water, not sure what he was tell Dr.Lecter this for.

(Uhg. I got food poisoning... it sucks.)