Apr 29, 2014
Claimed (Clarice)
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1. A Passionate Kiss
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Claimed (Clarice)
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1. A Passionate Kiss
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"Dr. Crane?" (young-claricestarling)
Jonathan lowered his book. "Can I help you miss? Oh im sorry Agent" he corrected noticing her badge and gestured to the chair across his office.
"I'd totally fuck you." (young-claricestarling)
"Promise?"
► (young-claricestarling)
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[text; Unknown] So then I told her, if you can make it in the basket across the room by the power of kegels alone, I'll give you a thousand dollars
Victor expected something of this sort to come up. SHIELD could try and spy on him covertly for so long before they had to make the first move. Stalking him wasn't a good way to foster a good relationship, now was it? It didn't mean that he liked the new idea just because he was expecting it. Voluntarily subjecting himself to a psychological evaluation did not seem like something that would be in his favor. But it seemed like a damned if you, damned if you don't situation. And the truth? Since he had come back and revitalized his company and ended up as head of state as his home country... he didn't actually mind so much how things were going. His mind that once been plagued with frenzied revenge had tempered. And while maybe he wasn't good, he was at least doing good. He'd accepted the profiling, but he negotiated not to have it be done at the SHIELD headquarters, namely his office. Victor had a very real paranoia about getting thrown into solitary confinement regardless of what might come out in his evaluation. Instead, it would be done at his business headquarters, which was a public building. The profiler could be escorted by SHIELD agents and they could stand outside his office in the chance that something might happen. And that had seemed like a fair proposition. Victor had settled into his office, making himself comfortable and awaiting for SHIELD to arrive.
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(Φ w Φ) (young-claricestarling)
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Jim didn’t have much care for personal space or feeling he must knock on a door in a place he owned. So walking right into Clarice’s room there was no second thought he simply did it. His lips part about to speak before his eyes process what he was seeing, Clarice had no shirt on. Jim smiled instantly and cocked his head to the sides a bit,
“Exactly how I pictured it.” He hummed.
Ø (young-claricestarling)
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His eyes dart over to her, his mouth constant on the narrating the death of the victim that loomed in vivid form, projected high on the wall behind him. She seems isolated from the rest, her contemplative gaze seeing more than just gore and guts. She sees the modus operandi -- she understands the design.
Clarice. I-I think her name's Clarice.
Will's thoughts were half-hearted, hardly conceived in any sort of an audible method. He worked within jumps of drastic speed, darting from association to association. Almost as if there was an inherent lack of consciousness within his conscious idea.
He looked back to the screen, refreshing his memory redundantly. The spilled blood looked macabre against the white marble floors, the man's throat slit deeply into his neck, practically severing his head from its stump.
If any of them understands the killer, it's her -- the pensive one, the silently intelligent. She conveys a certain subjective objectivity, almost empathic -- but distinctively not.
Hollow words continue spilling out of his mouth, although they resided for a minute. His silent thoughts continued with a downward gaze. He took off his glasses, removing his perception from the tangible reality.
She has potential. Maybe too much.
Will ends the lecture.
"Tell me your design."
There is a small part of him that wishes for Clarice to rise out of her seat, gather her things, and stride over to him -- asking for more details on the case, wanting to talk. A small part of him longs for this to happen, to tap into that brain of her's, and to further understand the drives he saw within her eyes at a distant glance. He knows there is something more to her, an indefinable quality that makes her much like himself.
Come and dance. (young-claricestarling)
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"Dear… what do you think you’re doing?"