[ dean. dean. goddammit. clarisse honestly doesn't even know what to say to that for a moment, completely floored by how utterly stupid breaking into hannibal's office is. sure, she stepped foot into the lion's den, too, but she hadn't broken in. ]
You broke into his office. [ it's not a question, it's more just her repeating to herself in an attempt to process that he actually did the thing. jesus, no wonder he got offed. but, okay, more importantly: ] Did you find anything? [ of course, if he did find anything, it's probably been destroyed now. she figures she should ask anyway. ]
[ at least dean has the decency to look kinda embarrassed by the whole thing. not his finest moment as a hunter-- or just in general. but it happens. at least it'd been him in the office and not sam. ]
No, nothing useful. Didn't really have a whole lot of time to look either before I got busted.
[ ugh, abigail. such a pain in the ass. ]
But I mean murderin' someone over that-- s'a little extreme.
[ clarisse scoffs, staring dean down hard. has he forgotten who they're dealing with here? ]
Yeah, and displaying corpses in horrific and gruesome ways — and then eating them — is a little extreme, too. This is Hannibal Lecter, Dean. [ her hands motion heatedly while she talks, because she can't just stand still. ] How much of a motive does he really need? He's a fucking psychopath!
[ and, yeah, maybe that last part was a little loud, but the anger that's been boiling up inside her for months is finally at a tipping point. she's needed to vent, really vent, but no one else has really understood until now. ] Did you see what he did to me? Because I saw what he did to you and I'm pretty damn sure you didn't deserve it. [ regardless of what dean has done here, regardless of whatever he's done back home, he didn't deserve that. ] He humiliated me, set my own piglets on me. Did I fucking deserve that? I can barely even look at one without wanting to puke now. And don't even get me fucking started on the nightmares —
[ but she cuts herself off there, tries to regain her composure, tries to stop moving even though she's pretty sure she's been pacing again. ] I'm just saying — maybe we have to think outside the box with this guy. [ she hesitates, tries to remember where she was going with this. ] I think we both offended him somehow. You snooping around, and me — well, let's just say I might have poked the sleeping dragon a little too hard. Maybe that's enough.
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Date: 2014-10-03 03:03 am (UTC)You broke into his office. [ it's not a question, it's more just her repeating to herself in an attempt to process that he actually did the thing. jesus, no wonder he got offed. but, okay, more importantly: ] Did you find anything? [ of course, if he did find anything, it's probably been destroyed now. she figures she should ask anyway. ]
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Date: 2014-10-07 06:22 am (UTC)No, nothing useful. Didn't really have a whole lot of time to look either before I got busted.
[ ugh, abigail. such a pain in the ass. ]
But I mean murderin' someone over that-- s'a little extreme.
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Date: 2014-10-18 08:29 am (UTC)Yeah, and displaying corpses in horrific and gruesome ways — and then eating them — is a little extreme, too. This is Hannibal Lecter, Dean. [ her hands motion heatedly while she talks, because she can't just stand still. ] How much of a motive does he really need? He's a fucking psychopath!
[ and, yeah, maybe that last part was a little loud, but the anger that's been boiling up inside her for months is finally at a tipping point. she's needed to vent, really vent, but no one else has really understood until now. ] Did you see what he did to me? Because I saw what he did to you and I'm pretty damn sure you didn't deserve it. [ regardless of what dean has done here, regardless of whatever he's done back home, he didn't deserve that. ] He humiliated me, set my own piglets on me. Did I fucking deserve that? I can barely even look at one without wanting to puke now. And don't even get me fucking started on the nightmares —
[ but she cuts herself off there, tries to regain her composure, tries to stop moving even though she's pretty sure she's been pacing again. ] I'm just saying — maybe we have to think outside the box with this guy. [ she hesitates, tries to remember where she was going with this. ] I think we both offended him somehow. You snooping around, and me — well, let's just say I might have poked the sleeping dragon a little too hard. Maybe that's enough.