Lala! My powpa just got home from work. Everyone on the count of three say
"Hi her powpa!". ready?
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"HI HER POWPA!"
[I can see my dad roll his eyes, and flip me 'the bird']
Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, Nicholas Burn, Jackob Moorland, *ROSAIRE*, Lillian Madison, Allison Lemoore, Marks burg Arts Academy, Marylyn Station, "Captain Myelin" - - - etc. The rest are THE ABSOLUTE BRILLIANCE OF THOMAS HARRIS *curtsies at the master of amazing writing*
Rating- R for language, content and sexual situations/talk
A/N- My POWPA came home :D
Song- "Once a Year," Unknown
Chapter 5
NYC*
Lecter pulled the car out of Marylyn Station's apartment complex. Though Lecter was surprisingly happy to have gotten rid of Jackob, he felt the loneliness in the air, without a companion to keep himself entertained. But, he thought, he didn't need Jackob anymore. He just needed to get Clarice, to see her in the flesh once again. To wrap his arms desperately around her in an abnormally friendly way.
He was caught up in rush hour, outside of New York, and he knew that he would drive all night, all the next day, and if need be, the night after just to get to her. He for sure wanted to stir up some trouble within the Bureau, just for fun and his own sickening amusement. He wanted to meet his Virginia, who was so interested in him. He smiled at the thought of both Starling women, alone in the house. With him. With 'Hannibal the Cannibal'. He smirked, and drove off down the interstate.
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Monday
Ginny had taken it upon herself to walk home from school that day, because she didn't want to wait until 6:30 for Auntie Clarice to pick her up, so she told her she'd walk her ass home. She needed the exercise anyway. Ginny stood outside of the school gates, putting her head phones on her ears. She was about to turn and head home, when a body slammed into hers, causing her to drop her possessions.
Angrily, she turned to see who it was, but the face she didn't recognize, but it was surely handsome. The boy was her age, perhaps older, with bleached blonde hair, and gorgeous brown eyes, he was slightly taller then her, and he had a handsome pair of black rimmed glasses.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see ya there," He said, picking up her books that he had knocked down.
"It's ok, I'm not very noticeable anyway," Ginny said, as he handed her her things.
"No, no." He said, smiling, "I just meant, I wasn't watching in that direction, I guess we must have moved as one, and ran into each other,"
Ginny smiled, and looked uncomfortably down at her shoes. She could feel his stare upon her body, and she looked up at his outfit. He obviously went to a public school, with his baggy jeans, and band t-shirt.
"You go here?" He said, nodding his head toward Florence.
Ginny nodded, and he nodded in return.
"You're not a snob like the rest of the girls that go there," He said, and Ginny laughed nervously.
"I sure hope I'm not," Ginny said, searching his eyes, which were knee weakening.
"I'm Virginia. Ginny for short, and yes, I go here," She said, sticking out her hand for him to shake it, but instead, he playfully grabbed it and kissed it.
"Good to meet you fair Virginia, I am Sir. Jason Lawyer, and I don't go to school here, when in fact, I attend Washington High School. 'academy'," He added, talking with a frilly fake British accent.
Ginny laughed, and he smiled, happy to see the girl laugh.
"Jason, aye? And Jason, what country are you from?" She said, portraying her own British accent, far more impressive then his, but not as amusing.
"Minnesota," He said, dropping the accent and laughing.
Ginny grinned, and said, "I'm from the fair country of Washington,"
"We have no life, do we?" He joked, and Ginny had to nod in agreement.
"I wouldn't think so, nah,"
"Where are you headed?" He asked, looking around him uncomfortably.
"Home, 'course." Ginny said, feeling scarlet rise in her cheeks.
"I figured that, which way you headin?"
"That way," she said, pointing down the street to the left.
"Cool, I'm going out that way too, I'll walk till our paths part," He said, as he motioned for Ginny to start walking, and she quickly followed.
"Are you a poet?" She asked randomly, from the strong words he had used.
"Not by birth," He said smiling, his pearly teeth showing through his beige blushed lips, "But I do like to write it. Not mushy stuff to girls and what not, I'm not into that, but, poetry that has a real meaning,"
"I thought so, don't ask me why I thought that, you just striked me as a poet," Ginny said, urging the compliment.
"Oh gosh, do I look like a poet?" He said, looking down at his clothes and laughing.
"No, not at first glance. The person has to be lucky enough to talk to you to realize it," She said, shocked at how romantic the compliment had sounded.
"What to know what I think you are?" He said, looking Ginny square in the eyes.
"Hmm, what's that?"
"I think you are a smart person. Not, average smart, but by-passing average smart. You're clever beyond your years, and, and do you sing?" He said, trying to continue, but failing on his part.
"I get that a lot, the smart person blasé stuff. There's not much else you can say about me. I'm just sort of normal, not unique, nor dorky. just, normal." She said, suddenly saddened.
"But you must be more then that, you are more than that. I can't see it, not on the surface, but there is. Do you sing?" He asked, asking the question again.
"Only in front of my mirror," She laughed, embarrassed.
"Would you care to let me listen?" He said, seriously, but Ginny thought he was joking.
"Are you insane? I-I've only just met you, I'm not going to embarrass myself by singing in front of you! I'd scare you away and you'd never talk to me again," Ginny said, an astonished look upon her face.
"Come on, just let me hear it!" He said, begging.
"Here, I'll tell you what, if you walk me home tomorrow, I'll think about singing to you. But I gotta catch a cab home, I live past the freeway." Ginny said, walking toward the curb to flag a cab.
"Hey, wait. I live just a little farther, I can give you a ride home if you want," He offered, and Ginny decided it would be fine with Auntie Clarice.
"Sure, thanks," Ginny said, gratefully.
"Hey, I'm just stalling so you'll sing to me," he said, laughing. Ginny smacked his arm, and he laughed harder.
"I'm not singing to you! I'm not going to make a complete idiot of myself," She said, as he turned to her as the continued down the street.
"Come on, please,"
"Tomorrow, and that's final, don't push me, or I'll slap you into next week,"
He laughed again, and brought up his hands, "Ok missy, geez!"
"That's what I thought," She said, as he grabbed her arm, and led her up the path to his front door.
He opened it and yelled up to his mother, "Mum! I'm just giving a friend a ride home, I'll be back in a little bit to start dinner, ok?!"
His mother, with a true British accent yelled back, "Ok, Jace. Remember to pick up the roses for your sister, eh?!"
Jason yelled "OK!" back, and dragged Ginny to the car on the opposing side of his house. A Toyota Avalon.
"You have an Avalon!" Ginny squealed, for it just happened to be her dream car.
"Well, it's my brother's. But, he, well, doesn't drive it anymore," He answered sorrowfully, as he escorted Ginny to the passenger door, and he opened it for her, closing it once she was in.
"It was your brothers? Why doesn't he use it anymore?" Ginny asked, pulling on her seat belt.
"He's no longer with us," Jason said mournfully, and Ginny smacked her head.
"Jason, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I uh. hell," She said, embarrassed as her face turned crimson.
"It's fine, it's fine," He said, patting her hand as he pulled onto the freeway, and headed to Ginny's residence.
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Jason parked on the street in front of Clarice's house, for there were police cars outside and in the driveway.
"What's going on?" Jason said, as Ginny jumped out of the car with her belongings and sprinted up to the door, as Crawford appeared.
"What's happened? What's wrong?!" Ginny said, grabbing at Crawford's coat.
"Nothing serious, it's just someone had spotted Hannibal Lecter outside of the Bureau and we just wanted to make sure that Clarice was alright." Crawford said, rubbing Ginny's hand affectionately.
Jason jogged up to the porch, and breathed out heavily, "Every thing ok Ginny?"
"Yeah, thanks for the ride Jason. I can uh, sing for you tomorrow if you meet by the school again, is that all right?" Ginny said, as Crawford turned away.
"That, that would be great," And with that, he ran back to his car, and pulled away, leaving Ginny to stare in the space where he disappeared.
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Eeeee! 5th!
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"HI HER POWPA!"
[I can see my dad roll his eyes, and flip me 'the bird']
Disclaimer- Virginia "Ginny" Starling, Malif Dyberg, Marie Seller, Nicholas Burn, Jackob Moorland, *ROSAIRE*, Lillian Madison, Allison Lemoore, Marks burg Arts Academy, Marylyn Station, "Captain Myelin" - - - etc. The rest are THE ABSOLUTE BRILLIANCE OF THOMAS HARRIS *curtsies at the master of amazing writing*
Rating- R for language, content and sexual situations/talk
A/N- My POWPA came home :D
Song- "Once a Year," Unknown
Chapter 5
NYC*
Lecter pulled the car out of Marylyn Station's apartment complex. Though Lecter was surprisingly happy to have gotten rid of Jackob, he felt the loneliness in the air, without a companion to keep himself entertained. But, he thought, he didn't need Jackob anymore. He just needed to get Clarice, to see her in the flesh once again. To wrap his arms desperately around her in an abnormally friendly way.
He was caught up in rush hour, outside of New York, and he knew that he would drive all night, all the next day, and if need be, the night after just to get to her. He for sure wanted to stir up some trouble within the Bureau, just for fun and his own sickening amusement. He wanted to meet his Virginia, who was so interested in him. He smiled at the thought of both Starling women, alone in the house. With him. With 'Hannibal the Cannibal'. He smirked, and drove off down the interstate.
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Monday
Ginny had taken it upon herself to walk home from school that day, because she didn't want to wait until 6:30 for Auntie Clarice to pick her up, so she told her she'd walk her ass home. She needed the exercise anyway. Ginny stood outside of the school gates, putting her head phones on her ears. She was about to turn and head home, when a body slammed into hers, causing her to drop her possessions.
Angrily, she turned to see who it was, but the face she didn't recognize, but it was surely handsome. The boy was her age, perhaps older, with bleached blonde hair, and gorgeous brown eyes, he was slightly taller then her, and he had a handsome pair of black rimmed glasses.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see ya there," He said, picking up her books that he had knocked down.
"It's ok, I'm not very noticeable anyway," Ginny said, as he handed her her things.
"No, no." He said, smiling, "I just meant, I wasn't watching in that direction, I guess we must have moved as one, and ran into each other,"
Ginny smiled, and looked uncomfortably down at her shoes. She could feel his stare upon her body, and she looked up at his outfit. He obviously went to a public school, with his baggy jeans, and band t-shirt.
"You go here?" He said, nodding his head toward Florence.
Ginny nodded, and he nodded in return.
"You're not a snob like the rest of the girls that go there," He said, and Ginny laughed nervously.
"I sure hope I'm not," Ginny said, searching his eyes, which were knee weakening.
"I'm Virginia. Ginny for short, and yes, I go here," She said, sticking out her hand for him to shake it, but instead, he playfully grabbed it and kissed it.
"Good to meet you fair Virginia, I am Sir. Jason Lawyer, and I don't go to school here, when in fact, I attend Washington High School. 'academy'," He added, talking with a frilly fake British accent.
Ginny laughed, and he smiled, happy to see the girl laugh.
"Jason, aye? And Jason, what country are you from?" She said, portraying her own British accent, far more impressive then his, but not as amusing.
"Minnesota," He said, dropping the accent and laughing.
Ginny grinned, and said, "I'm from the fair country of Washington,"
"We have no life, do we?" He joked, and Ginny had to nod in agreement.
"I wouldn't think so, nah,"
"Where are you headed?" He asked, looking around him uncomfortably.
"Home, 'course." Ginny said, feeling scarlet rise in her cheeks.
"I figured that, which way you headin?"
"That way," she said, pointing down the street to the left.
"Cool, I'm going out that way too, I'll walk till our paths part," He said, as he motioned for Ginny to start walking, and she quickly followed.
"Are you a poet?" She asked randomly, from the strong words he had used.
"Not by birth," He said smiling, his pearly teeth showing through his beige blushed lips, "But I do like to write it. Not mushy stuff to girls and what not, I'm not into that, but, poetry that has a real meaning,"
"I thought so, don't ask me why I thought that, you just striked me as a poet," Ginny said, urging the compliment.
"Oh gosh, do I look like a poet?" He said, looking down at his clothes and laughing.
"No, not at first glance. The person has to be lucky enough to talk to you to realize it," She said, shocked at how romantic the compliment had sounded.
"What to know what I think you are?" He said, looking Ginny square in the eyes.
"Hmm, what's that?"
"I think you are a smart person. Not, average smart, but by-passing average smart. You're clever beyond your years, and, and do you sing?" He said, trying to continue, but failing on his part.
"I get that a lot, the smart person blasé stuff. There's not much else you can say about me. I'm just sort of normal, not unique, nor dorky. just, normal." She said, suddenly saddened.
"But you must be more then that, you are more than that. I can't see it, not on the surface, but there is. Do you sing?" He asked, asking the question again.
"Only in front of my mirror," She laughed, embarrassed.
"Would you care to let me listen?" He said, seriously, but Ginny thought he was joking.
"Are you insane? I-I've only just met you, I'm not going to embarrass myself by singing in front of you! I'd scare you away and you'd never talk to me again," Ginny said, an astonished look upon her face.
"Come on, just let me hear it!" He said, begging.
"Here, I'll tell you what, if you walk me home tomorrow, I'll think about singing to you. But I gotta catch a cab home, I live past the freeway." Ginny said, walking toward the curb to flag a cab.
"Hey, wait. I live just a little farther, I can give you a ride home if you want," He offered, and Ginny decided it would be fine with Auntie Clarice.
"Sure, thanks," Ginny said, gratefully.
"Hey, I'm just stalling so you'll sing to me," he said, laughing. Ginny smacked his arm, and he laughed harder.
"I'm not singing to you! I'm not going to make a complete idiot of myself," She said, as he turned to her as the continued down the street.
"Come on, please,"
"Tomorrow, and that's final, don't push me, or I'll slap you into next week,"
He laughed again, and brought up his hands, "Ok missy, geez!"
"That's what I thought," She said, as he grabbed her arm, and led her up the path to his front door.
He opened it and yelled up to his mother, "Mum! I'm just giving a friend a ride home, I'll be back in a little bit to start dinner, ok?!"
His mother, with a true British accent yelled back, "Ok, Jace. Remember to pick up the roses for your sister, eh?!"
Jason yelled "OK!" back, and dragged Ginny to the car on the opposing side of his house. A Toyota Avalon.
"You have an Avalon!" Ginny squealed, for it just happened to be her dream car.
"Well, it's my brother's. But, he, well, doesn't drive it anymore," He answered sorrowfully, as he escorted Ginny to the passenger door, and he opened it for her, closing it once she was in.
"It was your brothers? Why doesn't he use it anymore?" Ginny asked, pulling on her seat belt.
"He's no longer with us," Jason said mournfully, and Ginny smacked her head.
"Jason, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I uh. hell," She said, embarrassed as her face turned crimson.
"It's fine, it's fine," He said, patting her hand as he pulled onto the freeway, and headed to Ginny's residence.
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Jason parked on the street in front of Clarice's house, for there were police cars outside and in the driveway.
"What's going on?" Jason said, as Ginny jumped out of the car with her belongings and sprinted up to the door, as Crawford appeared.
"What's happened? What's wrong?!" Ginny said, grabbing at Crawford's coat.
"Nothing serious, it's just someone had spotted Hannibal Lecter outside of the Bureau and we just wanted to make sure that Clarice was alright." Crawford said, rubbing Ginny's hand affectionately.
Jason jogged up to the porch, and breathed out heavily, "Every thing ok Ginny?"
"Yeah, thanks for the ride Jason. I can uh, sing for you tomorrow if you meet by the school again, is that all right?" Ginny said, as Crawford turned away.
"That, that would be great," And with that, he ran back to his car, and pulled away, leaving Ginny to stare in the space where he disappeared.
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Eeeee! 5th!