Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-07-12 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, zoe washburne |
Alone? (Open)
Hannibal had done his best to find the ones that he knew were missing. Eric, Pam, Baba, Henry and others. But of course, they were nowhere to be found. Not even a trace of what had happened, not a hint that they would be back. While the City lost people and gained them all the time, in his years spent here, he'd never seen a thing such as this. It was new, and it was worrying. Were these people gone forever? Would they return? Did the City even realize that they were gone?
At first, he'd managed to keep himself busy. Though Baba was not there to help or enjoy the work that he did, Hannibal continued on their quest to punish the last of the Arkham employees. Finding himself first a nurse and then an orderly. They were both undone in spectacular fashion, and he thought that his companion in death would find them enjoyable. He would willingly describe his deeds to her if he ever saw her again.
But it was not the same, ultimately. He wanted her to be there to revel in the end of lives, not just hear about it after the fact. She was as angry as he was at what had been done to them, she wanted the revenge as clearly as he. Dispatching two without her felt more wrong than satisfying.
So other than his job at the hospital and practices at the Opera House - another who had gone missing was Erik, and Hannibal was unsure if things would continue without him, but he refused to give up his time at the piano just in case. When Erik returned - if he returned - he would be undoubtedly ashamed of any musician or dancer who had failed to continue their work. Hannibal would not be one of those.
He left the Opera House an hour and fifteen minutes after he'd arrived. Practice over. Nothing to do for the rest of the evening.