Hannibal didn't care much for holidays of any kind. He liked Christmas, for obvious reasons, but Halloween wasn't a party famous for its culinary excesses. If he had cared about the date, he might have killed someone and served him with a side of roasted pumpkin slices to a small gathering of people. Or perhaps exhibited him on the steps to this very theatre, where he had been invited to a Halloween party. In truth, though, he hadn't exhibited anyone at all in quite some time. A shame, to be honest. Perhaps he would change that.
Tonight, though, it was time to smile. The party had a Venetian air to it, more Carnivalesque than horror in decoration, though the people made up for it in vampires, ghouls and zombies.
Hannibal wasn't too keen on dressing up, but he didn't mind playing along. So, he'd taken his stethoscope and doctor's coat, splattered with blood. Dr. Death, in some manner.
At the moment, he was outside, taking a small breath of fresh air - interrupted by the many smoking breaks around him.
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Date: 2015-10-29 07:47 am (UTC)Tonight, though, it was time to smile. The party had a Venetian air to it, more Carnivalesque than horror in decoration, though the people made up for it in vampires, ghouls and zombies.
Hannibal wasn't too keen on dressing up, but he didn't mind playing along. So, he'd taken his stethoscope and doctor's coat, splattered with blood. Dr. Death, in some manner.
At the moment, he was outside, taking a small breath of fresh air - interrupted by the many smoking breaks around him.