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 Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 9:18 pm
We're going to write a one sentence story.
Rules, you can only write one sentence.
I'll Start.
Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:30 am
Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him.
"I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:25 pm
chases_the_rain Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him. "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprised and excitement to see Will int he office.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 12:59 pm
angel_of_joy chases_the_rain Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him. "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. angel_of_joy "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprised and excitement to see Will in the office. Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:36 pm
iMirla angel_of_joy chases_the_rain Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him. "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. angel_of_joy "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprised and excitement to see Will in the office. Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, i'm not your enemy Will."
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:59 am
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy chases_the_rain Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him. "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. angel_of_joy "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprise and excitement to see Will in the office. Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, I'm not your enemy Will." "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 11:08 am
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy chases_the_rain Hannibal walked into his office, down trod by the way Will had spoken to him before he escaped prison only to find Will sitting on the chaise lounge waiting for him. "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. angel_of_joy "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprise and excitement to see Will in the office. Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, I'm not your enemy Will." "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 11:29 pm
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy "I thought scheduling an appointment, in this case, might be considered rude," Will muttered softly. angel_of_joy "I didn't expect to see you, Will, even though I've been warned of your escape." Hannibal stated - pushing back the pang of surprise and excitement to see Will in the office. Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, I'm not your enemy Will." "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office. Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 12:18 pm
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, I'm not your enemy Will." "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office. Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 10:33 pm
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla Will glares at him momentarily. His eyes were more hollow than usual; his posture dejected, "You've taken everything away from me, where else do you think I would go?" "That's your illness talking, I'm not your enemy Will." "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office. Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.) The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretences. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink )
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:33 am
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office. Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.) The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretences. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:46 pm
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla "You murdered Abigail, I know you did. At the same time, I'm not even sure what to believe anymore, or who to trust." Will sighed, his shoulders slump in defeat. "I didn't kill Abigail, there is no evidence against me," Hannibal said, sighed and began to pace the length of his office. Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.) The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretenses. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan. "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness.
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 11:41 am
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.) The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretenses. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan. "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness. When Will finally awoke he found himself back in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed with an armed guard at the door and Jack Crawford towering over him like a statue.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 3:24 pm
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla Will glanced warily at the pacing Doctor. It was true that there was no evidence for his allegations, but at the same time, he just couldn't wipe away the image of Lecter force feeding him Abigail's ear. Just the thought makes him want to retch.
(I hope you don't mind me writing a little more than one sentence!) redface "They've not found a body, Will, and the ear was detached from the body while she was still alive. She could still be alive and I'm here to help you remember what you've done," Hannibal stated optimistically and passionately, "But you shouldn't be here, you should have stayed in custody, because now you are painting a very guilty picture." (it's ok, it's pretty hard to write just one sentence.) The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretenses. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan. "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness. When Will finally awoke he found himself back in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed with an armed guard at the door and Jack Crawford towering over him like a statue. "It's good to see that you're awake, although some might say otherwise... what were you thinking?!" Jack growled in close proximity to Will's right ear. "Dr. Bloom was about to polish up her statement in support for your unstable condition and you waltz out of here like it's no big deal!" Standing up abruptly, the older man pushed his chair roughly across the gritty hospital floor, before turning to face the door. His shoulders and demeanour quickly faded. "It's hard to see you like this Will, knowing that I pushed you over the edge, but you have to at least keep whatever remnants of yourself together. At least try to defend yourself instead of accusing Dr. Lecter. It's no good for you or the case."
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 4:08 pm
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretenses. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan. "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness. When Will finally awoke he found himself back in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed with an armed guard at the door and Jack Crawford towering over him like a statue. "It's good to see that you're awake, although some might say otherwise... what were you thinking?!" Jack growled in close proximity to Will's right ear. "Dr. Bloom was about to polish up her statement in support for your unstable condition and you waltz out of here like it's no big deal!" Standing up abruptly, the older man pushed his chair roughly across the gritty hospital floor, before turning to face the door. His shoulders and demeanour quickly faded. "It's hard to see you like this Will, knowing that I pushed you over the edge, but you have to at least keep whatever remnants of yourself together. At least try to defend yourself instead of accusing Dr. Lecter. It's no good for you or the case." "I'm not guilty of these crimes," Will said weakly - maintaining his innocents. "I don't know what I have to do to prove this to you - I'll forever be guilty in your eyes. I trusted the wrong people."
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