ATLAS Sentence Starters / @mcrtyrdom / Still Accepting
Starling looks up from her makeshift desk ( a seat on the carpet floor, neatly organized stacks of papers lying all around her ) when she hears Will speak.
“Did you find something?”
Plotted starter for @mcrtyrdom
It’s a rarity to hear Jack Crawford’s voice strain.
When Clarice answers her home phone, it’s Crawford on the line, and what he tells her almost makes her double over.
With a curt click, she slams down her phone and slips into a pair of old jeans, a grey t-shirt, and old running shoes. There’s no time to fluff her hair or look in the mirror.
The drive to the hospital is a blur of speeding and slowing, yellow streetlights, and the continued mumbling of “it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all goddamn right—- mother fucking god damn this all.” Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
“Mr. Crawford?”
His stoic figure stands outside of the hospital room as the distinct beeping of a heart monitor slams against her ears. They offer each other sad smiles, and he hands her a styrofoam cup filled with coffee. She quietly thanks him and asks how Will is doing, not yet daring to walk in.
“He’s cut up, Starling. This isn’t what you’d see in Hogan’s Alley.”
“Right.”
She looks to him with questioning eyes. He grants her the answer she seeks, and she walks into room 304A. The sight of Will Graham forces a chill to run along the outskirts of her body.
Not a sight she’d see in Hogan’s Alley, indeed.
“Shit, Graham.”
She’s not even sure if he can hear her, so she takes a seat beside him and looks him over. Her mind will not allow her to imagine the trauma that he underwent due to the hand of the infamous psychiatrist. Indeed, she had met with Hannibal Lecter before. He had shown interest in both of Crawford’s protégés. And Starling knew what the man was capable of—- she never allowed that knowledge to blur her perception of him. Still, seeing what he did—- seeing the image of mutilation before her opal-bright eyes, seeing the destruction that not only affects Graham, but also his family and his career, engenders a lump in her throat.
Shamless Sentence Starters / @mcrtyrdom / Still accepting
Starling darts her gaze towards Will Graham and furrows her eyebrows. Then, an amused grin follows. She’s not sure where the hell that came from, but she takes another swig of the beer he offered a while back. ( Were it any other man in the Bureau, making a comment like that, she’d think about decking him. However, she knows that Will’s not trying to get one on her, like the other ones. He’s too messed up, anyway. )
Sometimes she wonders how his mind works when he says stuff like that. Must be the humidity.
“She that mad, huh?”
Clarice tilts her head to the side, momentarily confused by the turn of plot. She already knows a great deal about Will’s days at the academy, but stories like these remind her that not everyone is a special agent every waking hour: a lesson she never fails to forget. The thought of such an absurd event cracks at her composure.
“That’s not the ending I was expecting.”
GUIDELINES
One thing before proceeding: I am a full-time university student with a full-time job. As a rule of thumb, I will not respond to threads in a timely manner. I only post replies when I have some free time outside of my other hobbies, which is not often. If this turns you off to writing with me, that’s okay. I just want to make this clear in advance!
…ONWARDS!
I. Default verse: during- and post-TSOTL.
The default verse for this blog is set after The Silence of the Lambs, during which Clarice is a Special Agent of the FBI. However, I have also read Hannibal, so I can ( and would love to ) write in that verse as well! There is a remarkable difference in Starling’s character between The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal—- if you would like a specific verse, please tell me.
Please note that I prefer book and movie canon to show canon; however, I can adapt Clarice to said canon without problems.
II. Small, private blog.
I tend to follow a very small amount of people only because I tend to interact with a small amount of people. I also prefer a smaller audience to read my writing, to be honest. This is not personal.
Thus, mutuals-only with regard to all interaction.
III. Ask prompts, reblog karma, etc.
Feel free to send in memes or questions at any time. I am more than happy to write multiple threads, and accept and send multiple ask prompts.
I tend to send in multiple ask prompts when I am close with another writer. This is not me pressuring you! It’s just me exploring our characters’ dynamic(s).
After all, we’re all here for one thing: to explore our characters!
IV. Shipping.
I will never force a ship on you, despite personal biases! ( I.e., Clannibal. )
V. Multi-verse, mains, exclusives.
There are massive quantities of AUs on this blog!
I am also very keen on the notion of exclusivity and mains, so feel free to drop me a line if we’ve talked enough ic or ooc. It’s really great to build solid relationships between characters when we have lots of threads going with each other. It’s the shit.
VI. Violence, god modding, etc.
God modding is not chill. Killing or causing serious harm to Clarice is considered god modding to me, but do not sacrifice your character’s personality for ‘nice’ interactions! Pushing, shoving, yelling — all fine. Just nothing serious unless you consult with me first hand.
VII. Discord info.
My Discord ( forjustice #4751 ) is always available for threads outside of Tumblr. I tend to write more often via Discord since I am not on my laptop that often. Feel free to exchange user IDs with me so we can write or chat, or do a bit of both! Just let me know your URL when you do!
VIII. Triggers.
I have no triggers, save for screamers, and I will gladly tag triggers for you. This is what a trigger tag looks like: ‘ abuse // '
IX. Lastly...
Please keep in mind that roleplaying is a hobby and not a job.
* Protocol sounds tough, but it’s really not! As long as we read each other’s and generally abide by it, all will run smoothly. I’m an extremely gregarious person and I always welcome ic and/or ooc interaction! Never feel scared to send in an IM or message or anything of the like. We’re all here to write together, anyway!
** Please do not steal any graphics or any writing that you see on this blog. Unless otherwise stated, it is all of my creation.
*** This blog is in no way affiliated with Jodie Foster, Clarice Starling, or Thomas Harris.
NAVIGATION
GENERAL TAGS
meta.
save.
the sound of bullets ricocheting.
— music.
promo.
— promos of other people.
open.
— open posts.
SHIPS
**i think it would be quite something to know you in private life.
— clarice starling and hannibal lecter.
**start by pulling him out of the fire and hoping that he will forget the smell.
— clarice starling and will graham.
CHARACTERS
sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
— clarice starling.caught in the instant when he did not mock.
— hannibal lecter.close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
— will graham.my father was a marshal.
— clarice’s father.
VERSES
Verses will be added in due course.
