Clarice M. Starling (a_bad_habit) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-01 13:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, malcolm bright |
Who: Clarice Starling and Malcolm Bright
Where: The Lobby
When: January 1st
What: Arrival
Status: In Progress
Warnings: References to Silence of The Lambs/Hannibal (movie-verse)
She could almost dread the sound of a telephone ringing, really. She'd made hundreds of calls over her career, and had received a hundred more but ever since Then, the sharp ring made her pulse race. Clinically, she knew it was the combined effect of that and waking in another strange place, only with vast differences. No sensation of tranquilizers in her blood, no dull throb of pain in her shoulder, and she was still in the comfortable clothes she'd been wearing this morning. And more importantly, no smells. She looked at the phone and took stock. She couldn't say how long she'd sat there, or had been dozing but there were no breadcrumbs near (a good sign) but she also didn't have her weapon on hand (a bad sign). 'What do you have then, Clarice?' Sprang in her mind and as ever the inner voice was not her own. She'd long accepted it might never be. He'd always be with her. And if she made him wait. Well. She picked up the phone, and the sensation she got at the voice was not quite relief and still close enough to make her frown at herself. So she listened, and took in the information, as best she could. The line was terrible, and she shifted enough as she strained to hear so she could see the cord. When it wasn't that, it meant it had to be something else. She ran through the possibilities, discarding the one that could make a trace because it'd be useless considering the quality, and took in the important parts. Crown Plaza. Room reserved. Baggage. She was still good at following the tracks, the part of her that said 'just do as asked, and all will be well' still a remnant of the girl living on that farm and the orphanage so when the line went dead and the laptop blinked at her it bid her to do as prompted. The other part of her, the part that had found Gumb and had survived Dr. Lecter not once but twice urged for caution. She tried for a while to bring anything else up, but nothing did. And things like that were still a growing field, and thus not a specialty. The chill in the air wasn't helping so seeing no other option she filled in her details. When it went dead on her, it wasn't surprising. Annoying though. She could see no way of turning it on so instead she rose from the chair, glad to be feeling firm on her feet. She might as well see what this place had in store for her. |