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You've reached Will Graham, leave your name and your number after the beep and I'll get back to you, thanks.

[Call - 10/15/11 - 11:47am]

Date: 2011-10-15 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
She had been thinking about calling for some time now and really she needed to check up on him as it was as it had been some time since she heard from him. With everything that had been on her thoughts lately and that weird set of dreams that flooded her mind that morning... she did it. With out a proper thought of how it wasn't a good idea to bother the man, while sitting around a table gazing off at her cup of tea, she dialed.

Leaning her elbow on the table she waited for the rings, watching her bird watch her. "Don't look at me like that..." she chirped at the bird while the phone rang. Maybe it wasn't the right number. She was sure she found the proper NetVice number though--"Oh!" She heard the message and smiled. Yes, right number.

After the beep she spoke in a cheerful enough voice. "Mr. Graham...ah, Will? This is Himawari. I had hoped I found the right number and it looks like I did! I was just calling to see how you were doing. Hope all is well! Give me a call back if you have a moment of time."

With that she pushed the button to turn the NV off, clapped it closed and balanced it on the table, frowning at her bird. "I... do hope he doesn't mind..."

[Call - 10/15/11 - 12:33pm]

Date: 2011-10-27 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
Will had been stuck beneath the dash-board of a inoperable speed-boat at the time of her call. His long sun-soaked legs draped over the driver's seat as his back pressed into the floor-board and wires dangled about his head. The ex-Profiler was in the zone as he tried to get the starter-connections cleaned with nothing but a rag and some WD-40, but that blinking of a red light in his peripherals was starting to distract him.

It took him another 5 minutes to realize that it was actually a message waiting for him on his tape-recorder.. although he had to remind himself not to think of it as a tape-recorder anymore as it worked more like a phone now. Which in itself confused the hell out of him and was just another thing of Siren's Port he had to force himself to ignore in order to pretend to not be crazy.

Laying his head back on the sandy floor-board he touched the receiver to his ear and listened. His particularly disinterested-with-the-world look slowly melded into the guise of sincere interest and his brows raised with rather touched bemusement at the cheerful voice twittering pleasantly in his ear.

All the time you need.

His conscious blathered out before the sun-burn on his cheeks turned even redder. Immediately he fumbled with the device, taking care to not slam his head on the underside of the dashboard and hit the call-back button. . .

Every little ring synchronized with the thumping in his chest.

She's just calling to check up. That doesn't mean anything.

There was nothing like feeling like an awkward 16 year old to make a man want to punch himself in the face.
Edited Date: 2011-10-27 08:05 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-10-27 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
It wasn’t like she was sitting around and waiting for him to call her back. No, not at all. No, she wasn’t keeping her NetVice open on the edge of the spare bed while she sprawled out across the floor and pieced together packets for Newcomers who showed up suddenly. She wasn’t checking it to make sure it had power or that it was still on or if she had missed anything either. It wasn’t like she was looking forward to talking to someone, especially someone interesting, to help her get her mind off things.

She wasn’t admitting it at least, but that was what she was doing.

There was something about the dreams she had that morning that had her on edge in general. The headache she picked up as well didn’t help either. Sylar on the network again had set her into a mild (ha) annoyance that put her thoughts into the wrong place and-- ah well, the point of calling anyone at all was to help her distract herself from those thoughts, right? Her decision to call Will actually surprised her, but she was looking forward to talking to him again anyhow.

In the forty six minutes it took for him to return her call she had already had three cups of tea, sorted another stack of 30 packets and had taken something for her headache. When her NV did go off she sat up almost immediately, her hand reaching out to grab up the smaller cell phone style NV and---paused.

No need to rush. Don’t answer on the first ring. That’s silly! She thought to herself, looking at the caller ID and smiling. He called back! Turning to settle her back into the spare bedroom bed she drew her knees together and rested the NV on one for a moment. Three rings. Good enough. Flipping it open she sounded her normal chipper self.

“Hello, Will! I hope I’m not bothering you with a call out of nowhere.” because she did wonder if her most random and unexpected call might have bothered him. A strange girl sometimes, but she didn’t like to intrude on people she didn’t know well yet.


Date: 2011-10-29 12:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
How did she know it was--Right, Caller ID. For a moment he had a chill that she was reading his thoughts from across the city and subconsciously started thinking about Jesus Christ Superstar to throw her off the trail.

The dull roar of the ocean lulled across the receiver far behind his voice, "It's no bother, I was just taking a break."

It was break-time right? He paused to crunch his abs with a bit of a shiver in his leg as he pulled himself up to peek over the edge of the boat to see if his boss was in the shack. Coast was pretty clear as old Gil Gibson was likely avoiding the afternoon swell of blue-gill that came in with the easy noon tide. Said his 'superpower' was talking to fishes, but with the memory of guppies they didn't make very good conversationalists.

"You alright?" There were a number of reasons she could be calling a dead-beat like him, but just having a chat was the last he could fathom. He didn't fancy himself very interesting, let alone enough to want to know anything past his generic name.


Date: 2011-10-30 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
[She's got the power to control luck, not read mind, Will. You're alright, but yes, caller ID and the fact that she knew his number from calling it earlier. Cheerful as ever though not really feeling it deep down, she simply said]

I'm fine. I was just thinking about a conversation we had a while back and thought I should see how you were doing. Are you at work? [she sounded curious, but also careful. She hoped she wouldn't get him in trouble or anything.]

[Also... he didn't seem like a deadbeat to her. Just... interesting, like he had seen a lot in his time. She always did enjoy people with history.]


Date: 2011-10-30 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[It was good he couldn't see her face. He'd hate to know it was only the tone of her voice that sat well with him and put him at ease. He'd understand none-the-less, she'd been through what he had narrowly avoided not so long ago.]

Yea I'm pretty much here 24/7. [He might as well have lived there, and he certainly would have if he could afford a trailer. That required a bit more saving on his part. The new AGI booze-crisis was a smoking hole in his pocket.]

But I got time. [Oodles of time... whispered his subconscious.] What were you thinking?
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 07:05 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-10-30 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
[Oh hello, sorry about that sudden format change. Doing these on a cell phone is hard haha.]

[She tended to wear masks around most people. The more you get to know her the easier it is to tell when the tone doesn't match the expression (even if you can't see the expression). To people who get to know her she's a very open book. You just have to know the language is all.]

[She had been through a lot more then he would think, really. Still, she kept a smile in her voice... because she did like talking to him as it was.]

It must be nice out there to keep your attention so long. [or it was like where she worked and she just didn't bother to stop. At least he had the ocean...]

If you're busy with work, I wouldn't want to bother you, but I was reminded about you today and was wondering if you would still be interested in showing me around? I haven't had the chance to snoop around the docs over there yet. [this was said with a small giggle, though she was still unsure about coming over to bother him while at work. Clearly she was trying to be careful here]
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 03:42 pm (UTC)


Date: 2011-10-31 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[Graham was learning. The more they went back and forth, the more his inner empath picked up on her syntax.. and often without his knowing, he would match it in a manner that would sync. Whether he did this to try and get into one's shoes was anyone's guess, but to him, it was something he just couldn't help.]

There's nicer things than this to keep me interested. [He flinched after that, wishing at times there was a filter for his stupid mouth. She sounded like wind-chimes when she laughed.]

W..why don't you come by? I'm really just.. here on call. If something breaks, I'm here. I just have this starter connection to fix, then I'm free if you want?
Edited Date: 2011-10-31 09:02 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-10-31 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
Is there now? [This was said with a bit of an amused teasing sound. The more comfortable she is with a person the more she was willing to tease. This? This clearly sounded amused with his statement.]

You really wouldn't mind? [She... did sound a bit hopeful and happy.] I promise I'll try to stay out of the way.


Date: 2011-11-01 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[Her playful needling was enough to make him fluster. His face was starting to hurt.]

S-sure.. If you act like a customer I'll be paid to have you in my way.

[Spoken as jocularly as possible. If he was taking her out on the water, at least he'd have an excuse to work and play at the same time. ]
Edited Date: 2011-11-01 07:24 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-11-01 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
[Deep down, somewhere, she might really adore the fact that she can fluster him easy. It's a nice change to being the one so easily flustered.]

Getting paid to show a friend around? I think this sounds like a great deal. I should be able to pull off 'customer' well enough. [she was tapping hr finger to her chin, pondering this over.] And you're sure it will be okay?


Date: 2011-11-03 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[It was a feat for him, at least. Most women tended to rub him the wrong way. Or tried to superficially 'figure him out' as if it were a contest of who could make him crack. Her prying, in the least, endeared him, where most would disgust him.

Something about her.. she was so genuine. The sort of blatant honesty you would only find in the mouths of babes.]

I'll tip my boss off that you called for the regular tour, it'll be fine.
Edited Date: 2011-11-03 05:59 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-11-03 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
[Oh she liked to pry and learn what she could about people... mostly because she found people s interesting, especially around here. None of it was ever a game of 'figure him out' as that just... wasn't her concern.]

[If only he knew just how much of her she really showed and how much of it was a lie somewhere or another. She was getting better about that at least. She tried to hide a lot less and didn't lie so easy anymore. She... didn't mask and hide herself as much. But still... she did think of herself as a great huge lying liar.]

All right then. Today would be alright with you? [because after those nightmares this morning she'd really like some good distractions as it was...] It shouldn't take me long to find my way out there.


Date: 2011-11-19 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[There was oodles he wanted to know. And not in the way his mind would subconsciously pick her apart till she was nothing but social constructs and statistics. She could have been all of that. She could have been like his ex-wife. Strong, sweet, brutally honest with him. But she would turn on him the moment his face went from man to monstrous.

It was just a boat-ride, it didn't have to mean anything. After all, she has said she hadn't been far from the city yet.

It was an act of kindness to bring them as close to home as they could be. That's all.]

Today..Today's perfect, actually. I usually take the highway north between Sector 4 and 7 an-and then head east, you should hit the shipyard and the docks without a problem.
Edited Date: 2011-11-19 04:21 am (UTC)


Date: 2011-11-19 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] controllingluck.livejournal.com
[That was a nice idea, wasn't it? Just to come out on the water and get a little closer to home. Home.... she hadn't seen in it years and it felt odd. The boughts of homesickness weren't as bad anymore however. With the last two friends from home gone she had managed to sever those ties to make it easier on her, but once in a while she missed it still.]

[Even if they sat on the dock, she'd be happy right now. It would get her out of the house and make her mind stop thinking about those nightmares.]

Okay then. I think I can get there just fine. So I'll see you soon, all right? [she sounded a little bit excited about this.]

Call. 1 AM.

Date: 2011-10-29 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
[Ring, ring~ Will. Ring, ring.]

Call. 1 AM.

Date: 2011-10-29 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[The buzz in his pocket nearly knocked him off the edge of the dock he was sitting on, watching the moon rise out of the ocean depths. He had been in a dreamy state, imagining he was still back in Florida and the Keys were just experiencing a mild cold spell.

Reality crept in and shattered everything he had built up in what would not be his memory palace.. no, more like a memory hovel. The creeping Darkness ruined what could be a quiet and solemn night, but it could never touch the moon or the ocean. He sighed as he picked up the receiver, hoping the something better be on fire.]

Edited Date: 2011-10-30 07:09 am (UTC)

Call. 1 AM.

Date: 2011-10-30 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
Good evening, Will.

[The sounds of the night are not unknown to the Doctor, who, at that current moment, was enjoying a moonlit view of the Winther Lake manor grounds from Will's room. He'd taken the liberty of leaving him a little something on his pillow...A personal invitation to the masquerade that would be taking place the evening thereafter.]

I hope you won't mind the intrusion at such an hour but we both know you weren't asleep. I would simply have left you a message but I thought it best to..phone you directly.

[There's almost a smile in his voice as he continues...He can hear the sound of the ocean in the background, and he knows exactly where he is now.]

...You best go inside Will. Wouldn't want a repeat of the incident several weeks ago when there's no one there this time to save you.

[The added scar to his torso throbbed as he spoke about it. A rather nasty cut from last time as a reminder of the sacrifice he'd made.]
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 08:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-30 08:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[The metallic sound of Lecter's voice, like water on brass, sent a tremor up his spine that made Canada's coldest frost feel like a sweltering Summer's day.]

I'm fine, I'm right by my car.

[It was at the end of the dock, an old third-hand Volkswagen, just like home. He spoke concisely as usual, not a tone or pitch of ill-will nor content, but he was surely un-amused with his former mentor's false concern for his well-being.

That night after the theater when he fell pray to the darkness and Lecter stepped in... It had jarred him considerably, and he was still reeling from the aftereffects of such a move by the man who would see his doom crafted.]
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 08:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-30 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
Now, now, Will. Don't be hasty. You could catch your death out there. Strange illnesses going around, if you haven't heard. Best bundle up to keep warm, too. Wouldn't want to lose you prematurely.

[Or it could very well catch you. He can only offer his old friend his advice again, as much as Will might loathe to accept it. He knows better than to ignore Lecter, however. Knows the consequences for that, too.]

Though, I noticed your closet..[And there, the sound of rustling. Is he going through your things?] is looking rather absent of articles. Only t-shirts and khaki shorts? When was the last time you went shopping? Canada, I think you'll find, tends to get rather chilly most nights. We both know you're not particularly fond of cold weather.
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 08:50 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-30 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[His closet, though bare to the bones with the most minimalistic of styles, was well organized... Just how he liked it. There was a twinge of hostility in the way he stood from the dock. The wooden boards creaked beneath his feet as he righted and turned towards the direction of the house, as if his eyes could pierce the dark and burn at the back of Lecter's neck.]

I make do with what I have.

[He was right. As usual. Graham loathed the cold, as much as he should have gotten used to it in Maryland and Washington, the Keys had spoiled him with its warm and savory embrace. The tropic air was often so thick he could taste it. Piña Colada and shellfish.

There was food on his brain.]

I thought I would wait till Black Friday.

[The only excuse he ever had to go shopping when Molly wouldn't shove him out the door to buy a new pair of shorts after he had torn so many holes in his favorite pair she was sick of mending them.]
Edited Date: 2011-10-30 09:08 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-30 09:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
[His hands fall from the shoulder of a brightly colored blue-and-yellow Hawaiian printed shirt as though he might have felt that heated glare from the many miles that separated them, a thoughtful expression arising in passing as he considered Will's poverty in spirit as well as finances.]

I'm surprised your doctor friends haven't tried to spirit you out the door and fit you with a suit, already.

[Though no doubt that they might have tried, and in their generosity Will mustered one of those awkward excuses to avoid it as the guilt took over. Bowed out...Like a servant.]

Black Friday..Yes. Though that is a long time from now, Will, and I rather think there's a high chance of you freezing before then.

[Here, he places a newly purchased cashmere sweater along with a more casual one in amongst Will's things for him to discover, as well as a few pairs of pants. Each colour would be suitable to the other's tastes. He made sure of that.]

Though, speaking of fittings, Will, I have already set you up for an appointment for a tailor. You see, I thought you might want to ask a certain lady friend of yours to the Masquerade for tomorrow night. It's at 1:30PM sharp. Don't be late. I'll be by to pick you up around that time.

[In his newly imported, supercharged Jaguar, but he's not going to tell Will that.]

Date: 2011-10-31 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[I don't have a choice in this, do I. Groaning within, his midnight outing was already ruined by the prospect that Lecter would torment his sense of style and dress him to the nines whether he liked it or not. He was much like a stubborn dog who had never been put on a leash.

He'd stick his haunches into the ground and be dragged till he learned who was master. Graham stuffed at the analogy and walks back to his car for what would be a long drive back to the mansion.

If he found the man still lurking in his bedroom, he could not guarantee there wouldn't be blood. It would likely be his own. Squeaking into his seat and shutting the salt-water corroded door, he leaned back to collect himself.]

We've barely spoken, I'm not going to presume about her.

[No, he was too modest for that. What masquerade was he talking about anyway? Right, it was almost Halloween.. probably some rich shindig he'd stand out like a sore thumb in.]

It would be.. rude.

[Talking to Dr. Lecter like this again felt so alien to him. Were it 4 or even 5 years ago... Were he still on the Hobbs case. Were Lecter still seeing him on those peaceful Fall nights in Maryland.. Maybe this wouldn't feel so wrong in all senses of the word.]

Date: 2011-11-02 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
[Not at all. But don't worry. You're in good hands, Will. Hardly torment when you secretly like it. At least, in his mind Lecter treatment is equivalent to the treatment of a God. And in some fashion, it could be seen as such, given he tended to lavish those he liked with extraordinary gifts. Besides, he'd be looking forwards to having those greasy Mechanic hands of Will's taken to the spa for a good soak and manicure.

At that moment Will returns to his vehicle the phone that Lecter was using gave a crackle as he passed from the closet to the bed, sitting down on it for a half-measure of consideration.]

No, of course not, Will. I would never ask you to do that. But what's the harm in asking when it's going to be quite the event I think even you would enjoy.

[He has to push Will a bit to get him the proper incentives, he can sense that already.]

So I'll be expecting you to be ready by that time tomorrow. Don't forget.
Edited Date: 2011-11-02 08:26 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-03 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eidetic-graham.livejournal.com
[No harm... but an extreme stress he could live without. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about going out with Himawari... Hell who wouldn't? She was cute. Pale like a China doll and just as fragile-looking.

He often feared that if his dirty hands touched her, she would shatter.]

...I'm putting it in my little black book as we speak.

[Which meant it had been burned beneath his eyelids and even dreaming tonight wouldn't ease him to the horrors that awaited him in the afternoon. At that, he started up the car.]

Goodnight, Dr. Lecter.

Date: 2011-11-03 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eats-the-rude.livejournal.com
[A shift in the background as he stood up from the corner of the mattress he'd been seated upon, inscribing something in his copperplate hand on a small note for him to find later, which detailed the time he expected Will to be awaiting him.

In the mean time he'd take great care when retreating from the Stoker household, as he wasn't exactly an invited guest as of yet, despite the incident which occurred several months ago.]

Goodnight, Will.

[He murmured breathily into the receiver, closing the simple 90's flip phone with a 'snap'.]

text | nv virus

Date: 2012-01-31 03:15 am (UTC)
cheerhealer: (rυdιмenтary)
From: [personal profile] cheerhealer
I will not hesitate to go down on a dick for some cream soda.


Date: 2012-01-31 11:25 pm (UTC)
cheerhealer: (paυcιтy)
From: [personal profile] cheerhealer
Better than a harassment suit.

I didn't text that btw. Its a weird virus.


Date: 2012-02-01 01:49 pm (UTC)
cheerhealer: (love is a lie.)
From: [personal profile] cheerhealer
i'm sure you would have if there were technopathic college kids living around you back home

Viral NV text.

Date: 2012-01-31 08:22 am (UTC)
eats_the_rude: (Hannibal - Evil Calling)
From: [personal profile] eats_the_rude
You tried to tell her that the salad was an aphrodisiac then proceeded to stroke yourself with the feather duster.

Re: text.

Date: 2012-02-01 04:36 am (UTC)
eats_the_rude: (Hannibal - Quid Pro Quo)
From: [personal profile] eats_the_rude
You mean you actually did stroke yourself with a feather duster, Will?


Date: 2012-02-01 07:06 am (UTC)
eats_the_rude: (Hannibal - Disguises)
From: [personal profile] eats_the_rude
Now, now. You'll be needing to tell me this story. Were you hazed as a freshman?

[text | nv virus]

Date: 2012-02-02 06:12 am (UTC)
controllingluck: (leaning)
From: [personal profile] controllingluck
Well we can cross off dogs, dating sites, and real life as ways to help you meet a chick.


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