mercs_muses: (Chilton: inocente)
gettin' my game on ([personal profile] mercs_muses) wrote2014-07-20 10:47 pm

the darkest timeline: chilton hates you

So he has come to a completely inexplicable bar, where the first drink is free and bizarre manifestations of conscience ask him pointed questions about who Hannibal Lecter is sleeping with.

Why doesn't his fractured psyche wish to know anything about who he is sleeping with? (Don't answer that.) For the time being, he has elected to keep drinking until alternatives beyond 'return to prison' present themselves.

Chilton is seated at a table that provides a good view of the bar, but has thus far done only the barest minimum by way of exploring the place. He can't even bring himself to abandon the jumpsuit. He almost likes it, in a masochistic sort of way: He's been indelibly branded. A burnt-orange letter on his breast.

His compliments to Dr. Lecter, Miriam Lass, and the BAU.
schrodingerskatz: (Beverly Katz)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
Beverly groans and leans back in the chair, pressing the heels of her palms to her forehead. (The chair is barely visible through her.)

"I know where she is. She thinks no one will help her. He did too. He makes himself their stability, just like with Will."
schrodingerskatz: (Up close and personal with bad)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-22 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"With pale skin and big sad eyes," she adds, sourly.

"He broke pattern with Lass."
schrodingerskatz: (Quickest girl in the frying pan)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-23 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess if I see any sad brunettes around, I'll shout 'boo' at them."
schrodingerskatz: (Quiet confidence)

[personal profile] schrodingerskatz 2014-07-28 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Beverly looks up at him, a little owlish, then nods.

"Thank you."

She smiles, without much humor.

"Hey, once they clear you, you can make a name for yourself with proof of life after death."