A man with signs of Narcissistic personality disorder, who loves to ride on the back of coattails. Don’t tell him he’s wrong. Cause, baby you’ve got another thing coming. Maybe a bit more lonely than he’d like to admit, but still better than you.
[Indepedent roleplay blog for NBC Hannibal's Frederick Chilton. With some influences from Silence of the Lambs/Red Dragon]
u did say u wanted hipstery munday photos rite
k im goin back to cecil
-fades into the distance-
She watched his facial reaction change to what looked to her like a “pissed off” look. She couldn’t quite explain what Chilton was thinking. She nodded, listening to him. “Alright.” She said softly, understandingly.
"Downstairs it is."
Abigail said softly with a smile, her hand out to the hallway as if to say “you first”. She hadn’t a clue where she was going.
She’d rather learn about this head of the facility’s mysteries more than the mysteries of the patients who are housed and aren’t housed in this large building.
Chilton smiled, glad the girl was so willing to adapt. Any other intern he would have brought in would be nagging him with questions right about now. Or pressing him to let them into the wings. But… not Abigail. He appreciated the way she had already conformed to the hospital.
The guard led them downstairs, Chilton made a motion to have him stop at the metal doors before they went in. He turned to Abigail.
" I’d like to pause now to warn you that what you might see down here could be scarring. I cannot control the patients to behave while I have visitors around. They’re use to me, they’re mostly calm and subdued for me. But it will take them some time to get acclimated to an intern. Especially a pretty girl like yourself, are we clear? " He waited for her response before nodding to the guard to let them in.
He pressed a complicated number into the code pad and the doors split open, allowing them access to the hell hole behind them.
The misprision came alive almost instantly. The patients in glass rooms lined up side by side stirred from their resting spots on their beds. Whether they were reading a book, playing with a pack of cards, or simply staring at the ceiling above them. Chilton visibly tensed. What would they say? Hopefully nothing too incriminating while Abigail was around.
IS IT GOOD?
IS IT GOOD?
jfc it’s great
playing cecil is like playing Will Graham only happy
YAY MY FAVORITE SLEEZY DOCTOR IS BACK HI HOW YA…
HI I AM DOIN FINE JUST BEEN INVOLVED WITH THE NIGHT VALE FANDOM LATELY
DID SOMEONE PROMO ME OR SOMETHING BECAUSE UM?
133 FOLLOWERS I
I HAVENT EVEN BEEN ON LATELY CAN I HELP YOU
My Name is Carlos. I stumbled upon this town on a whim and I’ve found it to be the strangest place…
casual reminder about thing
// I’m sorry. It’s in my blOOD.