beingdifferent: (and so misunderstood)
Esther Coleman ([personal profile] beingdifferent) wrote2013-10-21 08:19 pm

Sixth little lie ♰ 'Cause the devil works quick, you know it don't take long

(CW: gore)

Who did this?

[Today you don't get charm, Barge, you're in for something completely different. Esther's standing on the deck, eyebrows knit, mouth a thin line, looking troubled. The reason why becomes apparent when she swings her communicator around and captures an image of something becoming increasingly common on the Barge: a bloodied corpse, this one of one Hannibal Lecter. That in and of itself isn't so strange, and even a young murderess is clever enough to pick up on that. The strange part is that this death was obviously not due to a human attack; the claw and bite marks attest to that.]

This is the man everyone is angry with. Someone set a dog upon him, right? [She doesn't sound disturbed so much as disapproving, and the feed swings back to capture her face still wearing that frown.]

…A warden will need to bring him to the hospital. [By which she means infirmary.] I'm not going to stay here alone.
routemistress: (face)

[personal profile] routemistress 2013-10-22 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhhhh.

[Iris nods, enlightened and unsurprised.]

Arthas, then. Couldn't've 'appened to a nicer bloke. Dead man, if you're watching - and I know you are - that were inconsiderate and messy of you.

[Not that Iris can find it in herself to be particularly disapproving.]
routemistress: (Default)

[personal profile] routemistress 2013-10-22 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't ask me to be sorry summat gave Lecter a taste of 'is own medicine. I just mean it were inconsiderate leaving 'im lying around like that for folk to trip over.

Arthas, don't do it again.
darknessb4me: (oh no u dint)

Private

[personal profile] darknessb4me 2013-10-23 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do whatever the hell I want. You're mad that you didn't get to him first.
routemistress: (Default)

Re: Private

[personal profile] routemistress 2013-10-23 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
You know that's not my style.