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Post by Dr. Fell on Apr 10, 2007 1:13:34 GMT -5
*The strangest smile grew over Hannibal’s face. He sat and grinned, ignoring the curses for a moment. His voice was quite calm when it came.*
“I seriously doubt you have room to cast stones in that particular area, sir. Please forgive my awe; it’s not every day one meets a miracle. At least not one as delicious as you. We’ll have to take our time though, won’t we?”
*He stood and walked halfway to the door. There he turned and added.*
“And if you find it necessary to scream, I will completely understand. I would cut out your tongue, but little good it would do, save for the obvious. But fear not. All the money I’ve been saving cooking for myself has allowed me to purchase the entire building.”
*He walked to the door and right before exiting, he added.*
“Ta ta!”
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Post by Irene on Apr 10, 2007 8:32:25 GMT -5
((I'm ashamed to admit it...but that's kinda hot.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Apr 10, 2007 11:40:38 GMT -5
((No shame in that. This situation is rife for slashery. Literal and literary!))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Apr 10, 2007 11:41:35 GMT -5
((There's Something About Psychos.))
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Post by Sir Percy on Apr 11, 2007 14:20:36 GMT -5
((Has it occured to anyone that the liver is NOT the best cut of meat on a human being? It's totally rife with all the junk we put into our body. Hannibal should've gone for the thigh. Or maybe the deltoid. Or a breast.
...Yes, I am insane.))
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Post by Emily on Apr 11, 2007 14:21:47 GMT -5
((I'm sure Thatcher thanks you for you opinion and would like you to shut the f*ck up.))
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Post by Dr. Fell on Apr 11, 2007 14:36:34 GMT -5
((Hey, Thatcher's the gift that keeps on giving. There will be time to sample everything. Probably twice. ))
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Post by Death on Apr 11, 2007 23:54:19 GMT -5
*Death made his way down the street from his last appointment. There was something about morning appointments. They always made him hungry. Perhaps he would take Demiselle out to lunch. He smiled at the thought. He was suddenly distracted by the most lovely smell. Home cooking. How delightful. Meat…beef? No…human. That’s interesting. Death checked his list. Had he missed an appointment? No. Hmm…He looked up at the apartment it came from. Lowering his head, he shifted into the shadows…*
Yep. This is the right place.
*Death materialized in the kitchen. Nothing was cooking, but it had been recently. Nothing was messy or bloody, meticulously clean in fact. How odd. He made his way through the rooms. All were empty, except the last. And it held something even more intriguing. A very angry, very tied up and very naked Thatcher Caine. Death could only smile.*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:03:19 GMT -5
((Death/Naked!Thatcher?))
*Thatcher glared at the dark shape.*
"You can't have me," *he hissed.*
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:06:06 GMT -5
*Death could hardly hide the amusement in his voice, even as he clung to the shadows.*
“And why would I want you, Thatcher Caine? Fate seems to have found you a more interesting bargain than I could offer.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:08:15 GMT -5
"Fate's messed with the wrong man. Trust me--as soon as I'm out of here, I am giving that bitch HELL," *he sneered.*
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:10:15 GMT -5
*Death was strangely cool.*
“Well…I do hope you know that she’s been single for as long as I can remember and she doesn’t have kids…you might have to get creative.”
*He reflected on his last encounter with her.*
“She can be pretty surly in her own right.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:11:17 GMT -5
"I've noticed," *spat Thatcher.* "And luckily for me, I can think of myriad ways to inflict varying levels of pain and trauma upon a being with a single thread of feeling within them."
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Post by Death on Apr 12, 2007 0:14:22 GMT -5
*Death sighed.*
“I hope you’ve got something else. It won’t help with her.”
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 12, 2007 0:19:34 GMT -5
"I'll find a way," *he panted, knowing it was useless to yank at his chains.* "I always find a way." *He jerked his chin towards Death.* "Got a cigarette? If this fucker's going to eat my lungs I'd like to give them that charcoal flavour and smother them in tar."
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