Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki, OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Lobby
What: Ichigo is bored and restless and not looking for Clarice at all no really
Rating/Status: PG-13 at worst cos it's Ichi/Incomplete

A certain red-haired teenager had found himself becoming more restless than ever, his hotel room making him feel confined and caged. Ichigo had listened to the bulk of Ishida's borrowed CDs, worked on most of his homework, and had made several calls to room service in an attempt to find out what was going on. For some reason he kept getting a lost-sounding girl who repeatedly invited him to eat smoked cheese with him. Huh.

Eventually, Ichigo took the elevator down to the lobby, intent on forcing himself into interaction with anyone, as long as it took his mind off his problems. Under his shirt on a string hung his contained of soul candy, just in case. He plopped down into a handsome looking chair and began absently flipping through a copy of Les Mis that someone had left lying around, wondering where the hell everyone was. The lobby seemed eerily quiet for the afternoon.

OOC: Come in and poke Ichigo ♥

Who:: Clarice, Paul, Pazzi, Mason, who knows after that
Where: lobby to start, then who knows?
When: Monday night
What: who knows
Rating/status: tbd, Incomplete

( Along came a spider, and sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away... )

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki; tagged to Clarice Starling ♥
When: Moments after Journal Entry #4; early afternoon
Where: Restaurant
What: Looking for some nom nom nom to fill his stomach, still recovering slightly from duel with Laharl
Rating/Status: PG-13 is the maximum for him; thread incomplete

( yes, when there's work to do you better send for the mighty one* )

Clarice Starling, FBI agent on administrative leave, could have sworn she had saw a glimpse of Dr. Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter as she stepped out of the grocery store. But she shrugged it off, figuring she was just seeing things.
As she turned her key in the lock of her vehicle, she glanced up and saw three or four dark haired men shove a smaller man into a large van and she caught her breath in her throat. Lecter.
As she reached to her gun at her hip to pull it out, everything went white. She had thought that she passed out or something but blinding light poured into her vision and she found herself lying face down against a carpet floor. What that hell, she thought and rose to her feet.
She didn’t know where she was, and she was about to ask some serious questions but there wasn’t anyone around. Groaning in frustration, she walked up to a fairly long desk what she took as the front desk and dinged the small bell two times.