Post by Delilah Ghost on Nov 1, 2008 18:21:05 GMT -6
((she got into my head and won't leave me alone until I do this *lol* so enjoy....hopefully 
It's not a done verbatim sort of thing....))
She smiled at Barney as she handed over her purse, sidearm inside. "I put out a chair for you," Barney says as he opens the gate for her. Clarice smiles in response as she steps through.
Making her way down the long hall, she keeps to the right, nearly hugging the wall. Her rather embarrassing lesson learned at the hand of Multiple Miggs was a perfect reason why. As she drew closer to the cell at the end, Clarice slowed down. To gawk, she supposed, to satisfy a morsel of morbid curiosity as to whether or not Miggs' bed had already been filled. It had, much to her non-surprise. The new occupant was asleep, so introductions were out of the question.
For a brief, irrational moment, Agent Starling thought her footsteps started to gain a quality of dread. The sort of tone one hears in a movie when the damsel in distress is about to be brutally murdered in a dark alley somewhere. Clarice frowned, shaking her head. She didn't want to admit, especially to herself, that the person she'd come to see had gotten to her. She was unique to begin with, Clarice thought, but since hearing that she'd merely talked Miggs into killing himself, invested her with an otherworldly quality in Clarice's mind.
The cell at the end of the row was different than the others. Instead of bars to seperate the criminally insane from their visitors, this one had a heavy-duty bulletproof glass with a line of ventillation holes at the top and bottom. Clarice stopped to look down at a tv that was sitting in the hallway in front of the cell. On it, a preacher ranted on from his pulpit, gesturing soundlessly at the heavens in his expensive suit.
"It's part of my punishment. Chilton takes away all my books and leaves...that...outside my cell. All the time. Barney was kind enough to come and turn the volume down before you arrived."
Starling turned toward the cell, hoping she managed to paste a pleasant expression on her face. The occupant stood there at perfect attention. Dressed in a blue jumpsuit, hands at her sides, her red hair slicked back and pulled into a ponytail. For a moment the light caught her hazel eyes, causing them to flash the copper of a new penny, and turning an interested smile to one belonging on the face of a predator.
"Good evening, Clarice."
"Hello, Delilah."
It's not a done verbatim sort of thing....))She smiled at Barney as she handed over her purse, sidearm inside. "I put out a chair for you," Barney says as he opens the gate for her. Clarice smiles in response as she steps through.
Making her way down the long hall, she keeps to the right, nearly hugging the wall. Her rather embarrassing lesson learned at the hand of Multiple Miggs was a perfect reason why. As she drew closer to the cell at the end, Clarice slowed down. To gawk, she supposed, to satisfy a morsel of morbid curiosity as to whether or not Miggs' bed had already been filled. It had, much to her non-surprise. The new occupant was asleep, so introductions were out of the question.
For a brief, irrational moment, Agent Starling thought her footsteps started to gain a quality of dread. The sort of tone one hears in a movie when the damsel in distress is about to be brutally murdered in a dark alley somewhere. Clarice frowned, shaking her head. She didn't want to admit, especially to herself, that the person she'd come to see had gotten to her. She was unique to begin with, Clarice thought, but since hearing that she'd merely talked Miggs into killing himself, invested her with an otherworldly quality in Clarice's mind.
The cell at the end of the row was different than the others. Instead of bars to seperate the criminally insane from their visitors, this one had a heavy-duty bulletproof glass with a line of ventillation holes at the top and bottom. Clarice stopped to look down at a tv that was sitting in the hallway in front of the cell. On it, a preacher ranted on from his pulpit, gesturing soundlessly at the heavens in his expensive suit.
"It's part of my punishment. Chilton takes away all my books and leaves...that...outside my cell. All the time. Barney was kind enough to come and turn the volume down before you arrived."
Starling turned toward the cell, hoping she managed to paste a pleasant expression on her face. The occupant stood there at perfect attention. Dressed in a blue jumpsuit, hands at her sides, her red hair slicked back and pulled into a ponytail. For a moment the light caught her hazel eyes, causing them to flash the copper of a new penny, and turning an interested smile to one belonging on the face of a predator.
"Good evening, Clarice."
"Hello, Delilah."
