Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-09-23 22:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, indiana jones |
All consuming (Open)
Hannibal sat in the park with a sketchbook on his lap, a pencil in his hand, and the newspaper at his side. He was simultaneously reading the words and sketching the face that wouldn't leave his mind. The man who had killed him and dozens of other people. Part of him wondered if the man was still out there. Possibly being hunted down by others. He wondered if he should be hunting himself, or letting the man be. There had been no further deaths which wasn't very explainable. A sudden rash of murders followed by nothing.
It smacked of the City's influence.
Another part of him was deciding if he should be concerned about this at all. After all, there were no more deaths, everybody was alive again. He wondered because his mind worked for rationalities first. Even now, after so many months here.
The drawing of the face was really a compromise between the two paths.
Reading the newspaper, Hannibal noted that there seemed to be some help groups popping up for various things. Amusing. He wondered if any of them would like some professional guidance.