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Here's how this works. As a player I am comfortable doing anything so long as it's discussed beforehand if it affects Hannibal, but he has no qualms about doing everything possible to everyone else. If you have specific triggers that you would like me to avoid with your character, please comment here!

It is important to note that the more limitations Hannibal has with a person the less likely I will be able to have him interact with your character due to his inability to give a fuck.

I will also be making a big OOC post asking if anyone wants their characters to die before he does anything like that, so be aware that he won't be killing anyone without their express permission. This is simply about less severe forms of Hannibal-inflicted torture.

Some examples of what he might do are:
• Cannibalism/Talk of Cannibalism
• Bad Psychiatry
• Purposefully messing with someone's head
• Drugging
• Strangulation/knocking them out in different ways
• manipulation towards self-deprivation and self-harm
• manipulation towards the harm of others

But really the possibilities are endless so just let me know what to avoid with you.

The one thing Hannibal is not is a rapist, so there is no need to opt out in that area since it's not going to happen.
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Mar. 21st, 2014 06:22 pm
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Name: Miri
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Other Characters: N/A

Character Name: Hannibal Lecter
Series: NBC’s Hannibal, drawing from the Thomas Harris books for background information.
Timeline: 2x02
Canon Resource Link: http://hannibal.wikia.com/wiki/Hannibal_Lecter
Character History:

NOTE: The beginning of this history is adapted from the original canon to fit the shifted timeline of NBC’s Hannibal. The change of 20 years changes major historical details. Therefor his childhood in his history has been arranged to still hit the key points of his development while fitting within the new setting of Lithuania in the 1970s.



” I see him as one of those pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals. They feed it, keep it warm, but they don't put it on machines. They let it die. But he doesn't die. He looks normal. Nobody can tell what he is. “


Hannibal Lecter is not a product of nature nor nurture. His nature and his nurture worked together, stroking each other until his personality formed into something solid, a combination of his natural disposition and the influences around him. Born in Lithuania, 1965, he was raised in what was then the USSR. His family, descended from a medieval warlord called Hannibal the Grim, was well-to-do and deeply nationalist as Lithuanians in spite of communist socialization. His father and mother, a count and countess, renounced their Catholicism publicly and joined the communist party as was required by the new Russian regime, but remained actively liberal. Not naive enough to speak openly about their disapproval of the communist party and the Russian seizure of the Lithuanian state, they kept their politics within their home and passed on their beliefs onto their two children. Still they were watched by the KGB, particularly when Hannibal’s uncle Robertus left the USSR as an escaping dissident.

Hannibal and Mischa Lecter lived comfortably, and were highly educated even at their young ages. They knew when to keep quiet, when to talk openly, and how to avoid getting into trouble. Where Mischa was a bright, smiling baby, the same could not be said about her brother. Hannibal was, from the day he was born, more reserved and less emotive. He thought differently from other children, something considered by his parents simply to be shyness. He made few friends, more interested in reading and learning than playing, and kept only Mischa close. He learned quickly, understood others but failed to empathize, yet he never displayed any other signs of a psychopathic personality. He didn’t harm animals, didn’t lash out. He was reserved and intelligent, with an advanced sense of self and a hand holding on to that of his baby sister.

When Hannibal was still young, his family decided to retreat to their dacha outside a small village, rather than remain in a big city where the KGB could continue to watch them with ease. At the same time, in a completely unrelated circumstance, a group of young, proto-Pamyat skinhead thugs accidentally murdered a member of the KGB. In their terror they ran and hid in a nearby village. It just so happened that the house they chose to hide in, then uninhabited, belonged to the Lecters. When the family arrived the hiding skinheads killed the parents in front of their children, out of fear of being discovered. The children were kept captive in the basement, but not before the thugs killed the beat their jewish tutor to death.

By the time winter came, all the food that had been stored in the dacha was gone, and the thugs (as well as the children) were starving. Not long after they stopped sharing what little they had with the kids, they realized that the little girl, being younger, would die first and by their estimation, it made no sense to die as well. They took Mischa, killed her, and ate her.

From that moment until he was found in the woods by the authorities, Hannibal has no memory. All he knows is that he ran. He was found in the snow and taken to an orphanage. He said not a single word in his time there, and there were no words he felt necessary to say. The only person he loved had been torn away from him violently, and he would look back upon this time as when he truly stopped feeling anything, if he had ever truly felt to begin with. A hollowness settled in him, and the logic of an intelligent and religiously inclined mind took precedence. He lost all faith in the kindness of God, believing any God that exists to be cruel and calculating. He would later, in discovering and assessing his own psyche, come to believe that being made so cunningly in God’s image, it was only natural that he would rise up on the human food chain. At present though, he only took out what he believed to be justice on other orphans. He repeatedly attacked and injured various kids in the orphanage, but only those who had hurt or harassed others. He showed kindness and benevolence to the victims of such bullying, where he took their vengeance in his own hands. He did it himself because he knew God would not.

His childhood ended when Uncle Robertus Lecter got word of Hannibal’s situation and formally adopted him. Hannibal left Lithuania silently for France, with no love lost for the orphanage or his home country. It was in France that his teenage years began, under the tutelage of his aunt, Lady Murasaki. His relationship with Lady Murasaki is a complicated one, because he experienced in knowing her something akin to love. It was not love in any traditional sense, with the gears in Hannibal’s mind working very differently from those of the general population. He had little to no desire for physical intimacy with her nor any desire for a relationship beyond the bounds of what they already had. In Lady Murasaki he found someone whom he believed truly understood him; a rarity for someone whose personality showed various signs of psychopathy. From Lady Murasaki Hannibal learned to be a man rather than a boy. He learned control and inner peace, while also learning to paint by his uncle’s encouragement. He channeled, in his formative years, his tumultuous sense of justice into a refined, logical ideology: that justice was a false concept among pigs and sheep, and was left to the best of God’s creatures to parse. He learned, through Murasaki, to find inner peace and to accept himself as he was.

Unfortunately, accepting himself as he was did not quite play out as Murasaki likely intended. Hannibal was, in his nature, a narcissist with little to no sense of guilt. Coming to peace with who he was became a call to take matters into his own hands. When his uncle had a heart attack after a confrontation with a butcher in town, Hannibal took it into his own hands to deliver justice. He killed the butcher and, as if butchering a pig himself, cut meat from his cheeks and ate them. If God made some men better than others, then such a vile creature as the butcher who insulted his aunt and caused a commotion that sent his uncle to the grave was no better than the pigs he slaughtered, and was only good as food. It was, in a way, catharsis for what happened to Mischa, who deserved better. It was also a rush of power that he hadn’t felt before, and which he felt he deserved.

Of course, Hannibal was young, and didn’t do particularly well at cleaning up after himself. He was suspected and interrogated, but managed to be so calm in his lies that he passed a lie detector test. He didn’t feel, much less feel as if he had done anything wrong at all, and lying came easy to him. With the help of Murasaki he averted any disaster from the situation and was sent to the boarding school in Paris. While in Paris he kept in close contact with Murasaki, but grew distant as Murasaki came to realize what sort of person Hannibal really was. She had not understood him quite as well as he had thought, and cut herself out of his life piece by piece. It was during this time when he slowly lost that closeness that he believed he had with Murasaki that he came to his own as a killer and a cannibal. He graduated from his boarding school early, and went on to study medicine in Paris. Ever one with the brilliant intellect, Hannibal managed to track down the surviving Pomyat members who had been in the Lecter dacha so long ago. Each and every one of them he killed and cannibalized, though not yet with the flare for the artistic that he would have later. It wasn’t until he carved Mischa’s initials into the last of them that he realized the potential artistry of putting swine on display. He could have humiliated them, as well as murdered them the way they murdered Mischa.

There was an investigation, of course, and Hannibal was arrested, but the trial did not go anywhere. There was not enough conclusive evidence, and too much disinterest in avenging the deaths of known neo-nazis. The case was dismissed and Hannibal left France when presented with the opportunity to intern at Johns Hopkins Medical Center in the United States. He had sent in the application, along with the medical drawings that gained him his internship, before the case against him had even begun. That was the last Hannibal saw of his aunt, Lady Murasaki, and the beginning of Hannibal’s life as his own man, with no shadow hovering over his shoulders in the shape of a vengeful beast. He had done what he needed to do, was entirely at peace with it, and had found his calling.

In Baltimore, Hannibal Lecter made his new life, one that was entirely his own. While he worked as a surgical resident at Johns Hopkins, he took the knowledge that he could get away with murder and put it to good use. He began to collect the names and identities of people who had been rude to him, who didn’t deserve respect or life. He took it into his own hands to dole out the justice of God, as one made in God’s image. He did it because it was satisfying, and because he could. At this point in his life the few murders he did commit were experimental, not flaunted in front of the public eye. He was creating himself as an artist. In this time he transferred departments at Johns Hopkins, at the realization that doing what he intended on doing while actively involved in physical medicine would create a connection that he didn’t need nor want. The mind, he found, was far more interesting anyway.

From this point until some years later, Hannibal Lecter lived two lives. He finished his psychiatry doctorate and graduated with honors from Johns Hopkins. He learned in his studies that he was technically, by the limited definitions of the DSM, a psychopath, and that by his estimation there was nothing crazy about it. It was merely a higher state that others could not comprehend, where intellect and drive were not bound by the constraints of empathy. A state considered madness by those who felt threatened, when there was nothing mad about it at all, not full of chaos but clarity. After graduating he taught part time at the Johns Hopkins Department of Psychiatric Medicine, and opened his private practice. In the meanwhile he refined his tastes and experiences, delivering his judgement and taking select organs and body parts as tokens. No murder was the same, with no traceable motive nor connection. Some he falsified as suicides, others he simply made disappear, stripping their flesh from bone and using every part of the animal. His personal storage of meat products grew for his own use. He developed his palette, his oeuvre, and found his place in the social strata of the Baltimore well-to-do. His teaching assistant at the time, med student Alana Bloom, later informed him that she thought he had been having an affair, because what else could he possibly have been so invested in that wasn’t work?

The Chesapeake Ripper, as he was called by the media, was a cultivated persona. At the apex of his confidence he put on a show, when the prompt was given: why don’t you cook for us, Hannibal? He had been feeding his victims to others on a one to one basis for some time, but for a select crowd of Baltimore’s elite he could stroke his ego even further. As the Chesapeake Ripper he put his victims on display, humiliating them. He killed in sounders, sets of three for pigs for the slaughter. He took certain organs and other various body parts, creating grand feasts for his guests and reveling in their applause. He wouldn’t kill in that way, for the artistry of it all, until another dinner party was planned and an audience gathered once again. The Chesapeake Ripper was about theatrics, about putting the work he had perfected on display for an audience, and about receiving praise and applause for his talents.

Hannibal truly enjoyed being the Chesapeake Ripper, but it had to end sometime. One day, he received in his office an FBI trainee by the name of Miriam Lass. She seemed innocent enough, but her questions were too close for comfort, and he had not had the law so close on his tail since Paris. He left her alone for a moment, only to pad up behind her, his socks making no noise on the floor of his office, and hold her until she stopped breathing. Miriam Lass was his last victim as the Chesapeake Ripper, but he did not put her on display. She was smart, there was no reason to humiliate her that he knew of, and it would be better if she simply disappeared. He ate her piece by piece, made gelatin from her bones and left, as he always did, certain pieces of her whole in his cold storage for a rainy day. Pieces that would hold up well over time. Never a brain, never guts or a liver. Bones, muscle, skin, solid weight of a human body that could handle a little freezer burn. Ever conscious and aware, Hannibal let the Ripper fade into unsolved mystery. He returned to a more subtle manner of murder, ever aware that the eyes of the FBI knew he existed in some capacity. His kills were more spread out, and he used more of the bodies. Whole bodies, dissected and kept in cold storage for his own personal use.

Two years passed before Hannibal found himself in the presence of the FBI again, but for an entirely different reason. His former TA turned teacher and psychiatrist in her own right Alana Bloom recommended him to Agent Jack Crawford. The task: to profile one Will Graham and make sure that he was mentally capable of going back into the field. Upon meeting Will he saw someone interesting, someone worth spending time on, and someone whose disorder could be interesting to toy with. What happens when you prod at someone with too much empathy? The question was posed, and the experiment began.



Hannibals life, from this point forward, revolves to some extent around Will Graham, and to a lesser extent Abigail Hobbs as a satellite to his own presence. His first moves while watching Will Graham were tentative, as he was not yet attached, and can be seen more as a game of cat toying with mouse. Still they formed the basis for what is to come. On the case of the Minnesota Shrike, who was killing and eating young girls who looked like his daughter, Hannibal killed a girl who fit the profile in his own manner, ripping her lungs from her still living body, to show Will exactly what the Shrike was not doing. He showed him a negative in order to get Will’s brain moving, to put it to a test. He also called The Shrike (Garrett Jacob Hobb)’s home when they went sniffing, warning him to see what he would do. Mere curiosity brought him to where he then found himself, with a hand around the bleeding neck of Abigail Hobbs, lying on the floor of her serial killer father’s kitchen.

Thus began, before he even formed a relationship with Will Graham, what would be a serious relationship in his life with Abigail Hobbs. He saw, in the daughter of someone who ate his victims, an echo of his sister. Will found Hannibal later, at her bedside, asleep and holding her hand. This is a sort of private intimacy he had long since abandoned, and terribly significant. Abigail is a victim with potential in her blood, very much like himself and the one he lost long ago. He solidified their bond not long after when they return to Abigail’s home with Alana and Will. When a young man named Nicholas Boyle showed up to harass Abigail, stones were thrown (literally). Hannibal hid the stone with his foot, and used the blood on it to frame Nicholas Boyle for the murder of a friend of Abigail's who was also present at the time. He expected Nicholas Boyle to come to Abigail to try to convince her he had nothing to do with it, and his expectations were fulfilled to a tee. Abigail, in self defense and terror, stabbed Nicholas Boyle and killed him. Hannibal manipulated her, convincing her that no matter what the jury would never believe this to be self defense. The body had to be disposed of, and he would help her. The deal was struck with the devil, and the bond made.

After the case, Hannibal was requested to give Will Graham a psychological evaluation. He presented Will with a brilliant move of trust, by signing his psychological evaluation right away. He did not make this clinical, he made it about helping Will, whom he has already begun to find fascinating. This first step allowed Will to come to him later on his own, as a confidant. Hannibal took the opportunity to make friends with Jack Crawford as well, inviting him to dinner and discussing Jack’s personal life like the ear of a friend. He revels in seeing through the eyes of the FBI and behind the curtain, simultaneously eliminating himself as an (at least emotionally) easy suspect should his case ever come up.

The Chesapeake Ripper, whose MO Hannibal had not followed in some time, made his appearance again when Abel Gideon, a patient at the Baltimore State Hospital for the criminally insane, killed a nurse and claimed that he was the Chesapeake Ripper.  Bait was set for the real Ripper, knowing that the Ripper would not take kindly to someone else taking credit for his work.  The bait was taken, but not in the way that they might have hoped.  Hannibal went through his cold storage and his archives for bits and pieces of Miriam Lass, haunting and stalking Jack Crawford with her presence.  It was his way of saying that the real Chesapeake Ripper was still out there, without giving them too much and with the added bonus of getting under their skins and watching them squirm.  Inspired by the whole situation, Hannibal acts again as the ripper for one more dinner party: that is, three more murders, all while sending Will on a wild goose chase for shits and giggles. 

This is where Hannibal and Will's relationship begins to get complicated.  Hannibal began his work with Will out of curiosity, getting close to him in order to learn more about how his brilliant mind worked.  He wanted to see how far he could push him, and what happened if he pushed certain buttons.  It wasn't until the idea of friendship was brought back to his attention that he realized being around Will actually made him happy, and that when Will missed an appointment he felt something, which was unfamiliar at best.  Ever the logical, albeit unconventional, thinker, Hannibal found a way to solve his friendship conundrum. A friend of one of his patients, who happened to be a serial killer himself, approached Hannibal with the offer of friendship and understanding.  Hannibal, preferring Will to Tobias, sent Will straight to Tobias' den.  The test was, of course, if Will could survive.  If he did, he was worthy of Hannibal's affections, and if not?  Well, he saved himself the trouble.  When Tobias arrived at his office later and said that he killed a few police officers, Hannibal expected the worst and finished Tobias off himself.  The sight of Will, alive and well, fixed his place in Will's life.

Will is Hannibal's friend, and he doesn't have a choice in the matter.

Meanwhile, Abigail Hobbs decided to make things more difficult for everybody.  Stressed and overwhelmed by her own secrets, she enlisted the reporter Freddie Lounds to write her story.  Hannibal urged her not to, because with both of their past actions that would be a violation of both of their privacy.   She then unburied the body of Nicholas Boyle to add to the violation of privacy with a violation of trust.  It's through this actions that Will himself realizes that Abigail killed Nick Boyle, and Hannibal manipulated him into keeping the secret as well.  Together, with this secret, they were a family unit, with Hannibal Lecter as the alpha male.

The question was then raised, however, about what to do about Will's pesky morality.  He saw in Will someone who could understand him ( and subsequently whom he could keep as his own personal standing ovation) but chose not to.  What, then, could be done about that?  He had already been drugging Will,inducing seizures, as well as trying to poison his opinion about everyone around him, but now the infection (namely encephalitis) he put into Will's mind and blood stream had a purpose: Destroy will's relationships with others and burn that morality right out of him.  Will continued to get sick, hallucinating and losing time, and Hannibal continued to prod.  With the assistance of a neurologist, Dr. Sutcliffe, Hannibal tried to make Will believe that he was not sick, but rather suffering from mental illness. Sutcliffe then referred to Will as a pig undergoing an experiment during a one on one dinner with Hannibal, and to insult Hannibal's friend is rude enough to warrant murder.  Sutcliffe's murder was then joined by the murder of the mentally ill woman who could identify him as the man who pried open Sutcliffe's face with a pair of scissors. Hannibal's experimentation on Will reached it's peak when Abel Gideon escaped.  While Hannibal didn't care much that Gideon was trying to call out to the real Chesapeake Ripper, he took the opportunity to convince Will that he was hallucinating Gideon's presence and to lead him on to commit murder.  Kill Gideon, or in Will's case the hallucination of Garrett Jacob Hobbs, and be freed from your morality. 

After shooting Abel Gideon, Will was finally hospitalized.  It was in the hospital, under heavy medication for his raging fever, that he started to finally put the pieces together.  He pieced together all of the murders of the copy-cat killer, known to us as Hannibal, were done by the same person.  Someone with access to the FBI, who knew the cases, who was close to Will.  Simultaneously, new information came to light to prove that Abigail was indeed the lure for her father's killings and was an accomplice.  This lead Jack Crawford to believe that Abigail Hobbs was herself the copycat killer.  In an attempt gather more evidence, Will took Abigail back to her home where this all began, and came to the same realization on his own. 

For Hannibal, who always believed himself two to ten steps ahead of everyone else in the game, this was getting too close.  There were too many ties to him, too many obvious links, and one very blatant one was Abigail Hobbs.  She was going to be arrested no matter what now, for being an accomplice in her father's murders or for being this new copy-cat killer, and with her would go his own secrets that he had shared.  It seemed, though, that being  what he believed to be Mischa brought back to earth was a strong enough motivator to keep her alive.  Instead he only injured her by cutting off her ear, and kept her locked up in his basement in the meantime.  It wouldn't be enough to eliminate Abigail though, and while it wasn't his first choice he was forced into the back-up plan he had already worked out.  Upon returning home, he drugged Will, took Abigail's ear and shoved it down his throat.  Will awoke, still hazy and confused, only to vomit up the ear of the girl he last saw in Minnesota.  

And so the pieces came together, and Hannibal Lecter framed Will Graham for the murders he committed as the copy-cat killer.  He planted evidence, and continued to act as if he didn't believe a single word of any of it.  Will Graham was his friend, after all, and the whole purpose of plan B was to keep himself safe while continuing to convince Will that he was the only one who cared, the only one who didn't suspect him now of being a murderer.  When Will escaped, desperate to figure out who did this to him, he came straight to Hannibal.  Hannibal whom he trusted, Hannibal whom he was beginning to suspect because every sign and question pointed right back to him in the eyes of the only one sharp enough to figure it all out.  He did figure it out, but not before Hannibal, in a moment of pure ego, showed his hand a bit too soon.  He tried to pull the strings, tried to convince Will that perhaps he did kill all those people and didn't it feel powerful?  Would it have been so wrong?  It was only a glimpse behind the person-suit that came too soon, and Will threatened to kill Hannibal.  Jack Crawford stepped in at the last moment, saved Hannibal's life, and the charges became official.  Will Graham was under arrest for the copy-cat murders.  




” You're obsessed with Will Graham."
"I'm Intrigued."
"Obsessively."

We come now to the point at which Hannibal Lecter was taken from his home into Wonderland.  With Will Graham in prison, the FBI has turned to Hannibal for help on cases that would have otherwise been given to Will.  The case continues against Will, and while Will is trying desperately to prove to the world outside that Hannibal is truly the villain here and not him, Hannibal continues on with the path he has set.  The plan is now to convince Will that Hannibal is the only one left, the only one who believes in even the hope of his innocence, and that Hannibal is his only hope.  Unfortunately, Hannibal's own psychiatrist has her own opinion.  After finally realizing exactly how dangerous he is, Bedelia du Maurier created another loose end for him to tie up.  She left town, but not before telling Hannibal to never visit her again and letting Will Graham know that she believes him.   The web is beginning to unravel, and Hannibal's ego doesn't think too much of it.  

Abilities/Special Powers: Hannibal doesn't have any special powers, but it should be noted that he has a very keen and heightened sense of smell. He also speaks like, six languages. What a jerk.

Third-Person Sample:

Beethoven's 3rd wafts through the kitchen like a scent to the ears, reverberating against the stark walls and the steel and aluminum of hanging pots and pans.  He had been lucky, Hannibal thinks, to find something to listen to, along with a few suits he found to his taste.  A closet full of whatever he desired from what he could tell, and that would do, for now.  It seems the patrons of Wonderland know well enough to give him what he wants, and for now he takes no offense.  No wrongs have been rung that he can't evade, so long as he has a moment to think.  

People think, occasionally, with their noses and tongues.  There's a sensory nature to the thought process, and with the prompts of comfort all manner of creative endeavors can be sprung.  Plan where you are most comfortable, he sometimes tells his patients, and act only when the lion in the room is staring you down.  Your head is clearest in comfort, your legs fastest in fear, because that's the thing about basic human nature, isn't it?  Most are only at their best when it's convenient.  

There's nothing convenient about any of this, though, and Hannibal Lecter is not most people.  

Violins begin and Hannibal rolls up his sleeves.  There's no meat in front of him, and that really is the quandary isn't it?  How to start again, where to start from, and who to start with.  Strong hands sit on the cleaned counter, scrubbed and solid out of compulsive habit for a lack of physical evidence and contamination, but there's nothing to cut.  There's only a knife whose handle is in his tight fist and whose blade is flush against Hannibal's thumb as he considers, thinks, works out every option.  

A kitchen, with good music, fine wine and a clean surface is a safe space, but this isn't his kitchen, and the music isn't very good.  

First-Person Sample:

[ Hannibal does not make himself known on the network right away. He instead explores, reading what he can and figuring out exactly where he is. Wonderland, Making a move on the board without knowing what game you’re playing is be naive at best, but more likely just plain stupid. His device is comfortable enough in his hand, like the familiar shape of his ipad, and he’s already scrolled through, until he found he understood the situation well enough. Only then, after checking his person suit in the mirror and adjusting his tie, does he show himself. It’s a video, and Hannibal is the model of concerned professionalism. ]

Good evening, my name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and it seems that I’m what you might call a new arrival. I’ve combed through the archives and believe that I have a good understanding of the situation at hand. While I do find it terribly rude that I have been torn from my home without the courtesy of an invitation, one can hardly expect such a formality from any higher power.

[ Not that he considers himself to be lesser in any way, but it’s curious, and he keeps the thought to himself, as he does so many others. He then pauses for a moment, choosing his words, before continuing. ]

It seems that I’m not alone in being pulled from my world into this one, so I find myself somewhat obligated by my profession to provide you all with a warning. There is a man here now, another new arrival, by the name of Will Graham. While I do consider him to be a friend and a good man, he has a history of mental instability and is currently on trial for multiple murders. I would suggest exercising caution in his presence and referring to me should you have any questions or concerns.

[Do you see that waters of being genuinely concerned in his eyes?  Good. ]
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE #2:

The doorknob was cool to the touch, unused for at least twenty four hours.  

It's rare that Hannibal finds himself concerned about something outside of his own well being.  For each potentially negative experience the world has to offer it continued to rotate on its axis, unmoved and unthreatened by the changing tide of human existence.  The earth turns and his well manicured existence continues on as it was and as it will, if he has anything to say about it, always be.  Bumps on the road can and should be adapted to; to fret over every dead raccoon hit in traffic would be silly.

It does concern him, though, when Abigail doesn't show up for a second day in a row.  

Their meals had not been formally scheduled, yet had fallen into a familial form of habit.  She would have lunch or dinner with him, occasionally breakfast, and they would talk.  It was small talk at worst, small talk masquerading as philosophical and moral dilemma at best, but that, it seemed, was what family did.  Family didn't stop appearing for lunch two days in a row, not without saying something.

That was just rude.  

The door handle was cold when he touched it, and he knew she wouldn't be inside. He was proven right when he twisted open the door and the lock clicked open.  He stared into emptiness of the room and the emptiness stared back.  

Concern is acidic sitting on his tongue, unfamiliar and unwanted.  

FIRST PERSON SAMPLE #2:

[ The video begins with a look of mildly frustrated concern.  It's an air he puts on for the occasion, the presentation of being offended by allegations that just so happen to be true. He holds, in his hand, a book. ]

Some of you may recall that when I arrived here in Wonderland, I was accused of being someone that I am not.   I was under the impression that I had clarified to everyone that I am not that man, even though we share a name and a few similarly named mutual acquaintances.  It seems I've fallen victim not only to a case of wildly different alternate universes, but to slander. 

[ Without missing a beat, Hannibal holds up a book to the screen.  The title reads Silence of the Lambs. ]

This is the book in question, and it's a shame that I must resort to proving myself.  I'm disappointed and hoped for better from those of you insistent on spreading lies.  You are all welcome to read it and make the decision for yourself, though I can assure you I am not capable of the horrendous behavior of this Hannibal Lecter. 

Private to A. J. Crowley (text):

I believe we need to talk.
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