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Winifred "Fred" Burkle ([info]i_figure) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 16:55:00

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Entry tags:fight club, hannibal lecter, winifred burkle

Big Brains, Mysteries and Wonders (Hannibal, Fight Club Challenge)
Fred was feeling different lately. Oh, she'd been having very interesting dreams, and she'd been allowed to work on some very high tech equipment. She was helping, but she'd felt..different recently. It wasn't a good or bad different, although she did feel a craving. It was one of those cravings she couldn't quite figure out for what exactly she was craving. She couldn't name it, and if she could just name it, maybe then she'd be able to get back to feeling normal. Not that she really considered herself all that normal.

As if the City felt a need to help her out, or give her yet another distraction, she received an invitation from the City Institute. They were thinking of holding a panel for the leading scientists and thinkers on the interplay between science and magic or supernatural. The invitation was to a private meeting, and she guessed it was part of whatever was going on to find answers about the City. The Institute was starting to wonder? Maybe it was someone who was part of that meeting? There'd been flyers, she was pretty sure of that.

She knew she should probably sit at the computers and do more work, but the programs she had running, which didn't seem to be giving her more information than she'd already provided, were working well enough on their own. She wasn't needed.

Fred dressed in her more scholarly gear, even the glasses not that she always needed them much lately, and headed out to the Institute. She'd found the small conference room that looked set up for a small round table discussion, or debate; it even had snacks: small sandwiches, chips, crackers, pastries, juice, water, soda. It didn't look like a lot of food, but she'd guess at least five or six were expected. Scholars, thinkers, did like the free food and usually tried to sneak some home.

Fred Burkle settled down in a semi-plush swiveling rolly chair and waited. She didn't want to touch the snacks until others were there. It seemed more polite. She was a little excited; it'd been a while since she'd gotten to have an in-depth conversation of this kind.


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[info]i_figure
2011-07-06 08:20 am UTC (link)
"I'm not fixated." Fred sat back in her chair; she was lying. Her voice wasn't even all that confident. She kept coming back to being manipulated for blood. To allow a vampire to feed, or worse to forget that a vampire fed. It was some violation, even if she had just said that vampires fed on blood because it was in their nature. "I know one. Actually used to know one. He's not around, not that I've seen." She bit her lip to keep from saying more about it.

Thankfully, Fred didn't connect his eating with part of the topic at hand, eating human bits and pieces. Though she did connect it to eat, feeding. Her fingers grabbed the bottle of water, and she blinked as she heard it crinkle. She had squeezed it rather than just grab it.

"Society has said I was odd. I have accepted that, but I haven't committed crimes knowing that I am different. And, as nice as your words are, if they are nice at all or meant to be nice because they sound nice, I'm not above wanting someone to love me. I don't know too many people who are. Or things that aren't 'people' - belonging. We want to belong." She opened the bottle of water and took a sip. "I have to go. I'm not feeling well."

She stood and looked at him. "I'm not leaving because we're talking about cannibalism. I'm not leaving because of you. You make me uncomfortable, but I'm not leaving because of you. I wouldn't want to give you the satisfaction. I just need to go. If you want to think it's because of you, fine." Her mind wouldn't let go of it, feeding as violation. She wanted to hide away from the world, and she had no idea why. She wanted to find someone she could talk to and forget the feeling, but Hannibal Lecter as much as he might make her think was not the one to hide behind or away with.

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[info]i_consume
2011-07-06 08:27 am UTC (link)
Hannibal believed her. Something had happened in their conversation to seriously unsettle the girl, but it hadn't been their discussion of food preferences or legalities. He had a suspicion that it had to do with the vampires. But she didn't seem to know it herself, so he couldn't confirm it with his usual tactics.

Instead, he tipped his head in her direction to acknowledge her desire and apparent need to leave. He had meant what he'd said about her mind. Though he'd been playing with her at the same time.

He would consider Fred. Roll her around in his mind. Perhaps pay her a visit in the future. For the fun of it.

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