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thepheonixesorphanage · 6 years ago

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30 Day OC Challenge

So my friends and I decided to do a 30 OC Challenge just for fun! I’ve decided to post the first 10 days here. Feel free to read and give me any feedback. I’d love criticism or comments on what you think of them. Very much looking to improve on my writing.

Days 1-10 below the cut.

DAY 1: Introduction

Elliot was red. She was cherry lollipops and red vans. Her skin was tan and freckled like constellations, but inside she was burning a dark red that was hot to the touch. Her personality singed skin and left marks that you wanted to show off. With determination and confidence, she owned herself and didn’t let anyone forget that. She was a touch of spice you didn’t know you wanted until you got a taste. And it burned. But oh was it just right. Elliot Katherine Demarco. Even her name rolled off the tongue like waterfalls crashing onto rocks, or the sheathing of a newly forged blade. She was the jump out of an airplane, the start of an avalanche, the build up of adrenaline, and you couldn’t get enough.

June was just as June as her name portrayed her to be. She was vibrant in an array of colors only she could see and outgoing like a bird eager to take flight. She was dark skinned with soft edges that made you want to get lost, with hair just as all over the place as she was. A standard unto her own that no one could take. Her mind was scattered, tangled in thought and question that never seemed to stop. She was warm summer nights that left imprints of curiosity and wonder, a desire unspoken on the tip of the tongue. Her dark brown eyes were filled with a never ending burst of excitement and fascination that you didn’t want to look away from. June was warm, sweet, intoxicating, and everyone craved more.

DAY 2: Job

Lulu’s Cafe was that small coffee shop in downtown San Francisco. It had a cute hipster vibe on the outside with a calm rustique charm on the inside that was always thriving during lunch time no matter the day. Lulu’s cafe was the place that attracted the young teens and hipster wannabes. Mason was made for Lulu’s. A coffee enthusiast, with a love for the simple things in life, and not to mention, a hipster girls wet dream. Mason was a doc martin’s, plaid shirt and leather jacket kind of guy, complete with a close shave and thick, wavy, brown hair.

The customers loved Mason. His customer service routine was equipped with big smiles, laughter, and pleasant conversations between him and the guests. This is what made him so good at his job. Everything he did was genuine. But that’s the kind of guy Mason was. Lulu’s was happy to have Mason, and Mason was happy to have Lulu’s.

Monty’s theater was a fifty plus year old theater in the heart of San Francisco with the charm of a typical grandmother’s home. The type of home with a bowl of strawberry candies and pillow mints that no one knew where they came from or how long they had been there for. The theater smelt of fresh popcorn and at times, the vague lemony scent of furniture polish. As anything over fifty years would be, it was falling apart, with its fading carpet that looked like it belonged in a blockbuster video store, and cabinets that were barely hanging on to its last nail. Even though the theater was a bit “outdated”, to Kam, it was home. Or at least a second home. He had become close friends with the people he worked with and enjoyed his time there. Even though the pay wasn’t the best, Kam treasured the small theater for the people he met and the coworkers he had befriended, and goddammit, he knew he would be stuck there forever.

DAY 3: Hobbies

June spent 90% of her time with Jamie her best friend. At school, after school, before school, at home. They did everything from getting coffee to sleeping over to sneaking out at night. June typically had free range to do whatever she wanted when it came to her dad as long as it wasn’t illegal and she was home before 11pm. June often followed Jamie around after school. Instead of doing her homework she had taken to accompanying him to his improv practices in drama club on tuesdays and thursdays. Every other day, she spent the remainder of her time in her room either watching tv or “attempting” to do homework with Jamie. When Jamie was busy, June didn’t really know what to do besides watch TV or sit on the computer. Hobbies weren’t something she picked up on. Sure she didn’t mind reading but her attention span didn’t really allow her to sit for too long on one thing.

DAY 4: Family

Adopted from Hawaii just after birth, June was very much loved by her mother Stella and her father Aaron. Or so June thought. Four years later, June began to wonder how much her mother really loved her when she left them for another man and his family. Over the next 13 years, her mother kept in contact with her father but June wanted nothing to do with her. So much so she purposely went by June, the abbreviated form of her middle name Juniper, instead of her first name Stella; of course named after her mother. Just saying it was like vile in the back of her throat. June however, loved her father very much. He worked long and hard hours as an accountant to provide for her and gave her a wonderful life full of everything she could want and she saw that everyday when he came home from work with tired eyes. It was just the two of them, and that was how she liked it.

Two older brothers, one younger, her grandmother, a rather young mother and father, and of course, Elliot. The Demarco household was always full. Together Elliot and her family lived in a tiny trailer park that barely housed the lot of them but nonetheless, they made it work. There was never a dull moment. Noah and Liam, the two oldest fought over the dumbest of things. “Those are my fucking socks!” Liam would shout. “We have the same fucking pair!” Noah would shout back. Their mother would simply shake her head. The youngest Ben was always going on about the latest fad or interest. One week would be painting, the next would be basketball. Her grandmother, Camille, hogged the one tv they owned in the living room, always watching TLC or HGTV. Between that, or talking to her friend Janice on the landline from her weekly knitting club. John and Theresa, Elliot’s parents worked early in the morning and came home in the afternoon. Family time was important to them and even though they didn’t have a lot of money, they were happy. It was crazy and loud, and sometimes Elliot thought she’d go insane, but it was home nonetheless.

DAY 5: Friends

June was rather well known in school for her loud and funny personality. She didn’t care what people thought and loved making people laugh. She had a few people she might consider friends but they weren’t really the friends she went to for things or asked to hangout with on a daily basis. Jamie however, was her best friend. Like her, he too, didn’t care what anyone thought and just like her, had a big mouth, except he didn’t have a filter. They were the comedy duo of Ulysses Memorial High School. Jamie was openly gay and proud. He wore collared shirts buttoned at the top with pants in various patterns that changed depending on the day of the week. Every conversation he had usually consisted of, “So listen hoe,” or “Honey you did not?”, and 90% of the time, “Okay sunshine, calm down.” Sunshine was his nickname for June. No real reason in particular. Jamie happened to say it one day and it just stuck. He was the God of nicknames. June tried one day by calling him the “Full Moon” to her “Sunshine”.

“Are you calling me fat? Juniper Martell, calling her best friend full to his face. Okay hoe, I see.” Needless to say it didn’t catch on. Despite the terrible nickname, their friendship was like that of the sun and the moon. They both came with a strong force that brought them closer and no matter what came at them, they would always be there for each other.

It was Linda, Martin, Chris, Jack, and Elliot. Always together, anywhere in town, anytime of day. Besides school of course. Elliot shared a class with all of them except Martin, but they spent enough time outside of school that it didn’t matter. Most of the time they could be found in The Main, a small part of town where a lot of the local businesses were located, one in particular being Fun Center USA, their favorite. Linda and Martin always competed for the top score on Space Invaders. This typically took hours with a small crowd joining in to see the new record. Jack talked to the girls that came in on friday nights, and when there were no girls dumb enough to feed into what he had to say, he hit up the arcade. Elliot and Chris went straight to the batting cages. There was nothing like the rush of the impact and the sting of the bat in their hands. Seeing the ball shoot across the field made Elliot’s adrenaline pump and they constantly fought to see who could hit the ball harder and farther. Chris always said it wasn’t a contest and didn’t matter, but Elliot liked to argue it was because he couldn’t admit to losing. Elliot wouldn’t say she was exactly close to them all, but as far as friends went, she guessed they were a pretty cool group to run the town with.

DAY 6: Guilty Pleasure

Elliot could spend hours upon hours watching TLC. She blamed her grandmother of course but like she said, “You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink.” She was right of course, but Elliot wasn’t going to admit it. Cake boss was the shit. The cakes where beyond amazing. How in God’s name do they create these sculptures that you can EAT?! And the drama??? The show consumed her. She could care less whether it was real or not, that shit was entertaining. That and Four Weddings. Elliot never knew if she wanted to get married, or if she’d even get the option, but that didn’t stop her from rating other peoples weddings and seeing how terrible or great the night went. Some of the women on that show went all out spending thousands on a dress they’d only wear once, and the perfect venue they spend maybe five hours of their life at. Her favorites where the more bizarre brides. The ones with a halloween theme, or a batman themed wedding, or a fucking underwater theme. The list could go on. She would never outright tell anyone, but she had a soft spot for family and home channels.

DAY 7: Casual Outfit

It was all bright colors for June. From yellow polka dotted pants to blue dresses to checkered skater skirts with bright purple tights. June’s closet looked like a rainbow exploded in her room. She accessorized with sparkly rings and necklaces that caught the light and large bangles that matched the days color scheme, if you could say she even had one. Her favorite shoes where a pair of basic black flats that buckled at the ankle and match anything and everything. Her go to pair for any outfit. June’s clothing was loud and bright just like her personality. It wasn’t a secret that she stood out in school, but if she was going to, she was going to own it.

Three pairs of ripped jeans, one nice for special occasions. Graphic tees galore. That was mostly what people gave up to thrift stores, but Elliot was happy to take them off their hands. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure right? Her favorite piece however, was her shoes. Red checkered vans, a birthday present from her parents. She wore them everywhere and anywhere. The only other pair was a beat up pair of off-brand black vans that she wore for when she was running out for something real quick. Elliot wasn’t one for accessories but she was always seen with a faded red backwards hat. It was against school dress code of course, but that didn’t stop her from carrying it along with her for when she decided to leave. Fashion and clothing wasn’t Elliots main focus. They were second handed and worse for wear, but her style was hers and no one could take that from her.

DAY 8: Formal Outift

Elliot was a same four outfits a week kind of person with only one formal outfit for whatever special occasion it called for. If it weren’t for her mother, Elliot would roll up to a wedding with ripped jeans and faded graphic tees, unfortunately her mother nagged to the point they spent a whole day at Goodwill and various other thrift stores looking for the perfect outfit. After trying on a skin tight, yellow mini dress, and a pant suit that made her look like she belonged in a Michael Jackson music video, Elliot found pants that just so happened to work perfectly with the top and shoes her mother found. Everything about the outfit was perfect. The pants were a navy blue with matching suspenders. The fabric stretched ever so slightly fitting the curve of her hips and buttoning at the waist. The top was a white and navy blue striped button up that Elliot tucked into the pants and rolled the sleeves to just below the elbow. The top was soft and lay perfectly over her shoulders, dipping into the curve of her waist, accentuating her feminine figure as the suspenders gave her a hint masculinity to the outfit. It was subtle but much needed addition to the outfit. Elliot felt beautiful and confident and thought maybe this wasn’t so bad afterall.

DAY 9: Spirituality

June had been raised in a non-denominational church her whole life. Her father was a deacon at a reasonably big church a few miles downtown, and June participated in the choir like she had been doing since she was ten. She was religious, but when she discovered she was attracted to girls, she wasn’t so sure anymore. It’s not that she instantly decided God wasn’t real, but most christians preached such things as sin and that you’d end up in hell. Her church had never preached against it, it was just never really...brought up? June believed in Heaven and Hell, she believed in God, but to her something didn’t add up. Her father was a very religious man. Not the kind to drill the word of God into sinners of the world, just one proud to be Christian and expressed that through crocheted pillows and inspirational wall art. One day June would tell her father how she felt, but not for a while. Maybe when she went off to college? Or moved out of state? Or when the people of Earth decided to colonize Mars? Whichever came first.

Elliot’s family wasn’t the religious type. If anything, they’d call themselves agnostic. They knew something had to be out there, but what exactly, they didn’t know. The Demarco’s were quite possibly the most open minded and non-judgmental family anyone could meet. Elliot had come out to her family when she was thirteen. When she told her parents she thought she liked girls, her dad responded with a handshake and a, “Welcome to the club!” The oldest brother Liam responded with, “Wait, so you’re a fa-” but didn’t get to finish before their grandmother slapped the shit out of him, and never again did Liam say another word like that again.

DAY 10: Broken Temper

Mason was a calm type of mad. Not much angered him. Some days he didn’t get enough sleep, skipped coffee, or just wasn’t in the mood. When he was like this he mostly kept to himself. Slight nods, silent treatments, snappy answers. Kam knew not to bother him too much on days like that. Kam had seen Mason truly angry only once. The day began with much begging and a million please’s as Kam finally talked Mason into going to a free concert at a downtown bar. It was open to the public with local performers playing throughout the night. Everything was fine until Mason left to use the restroom and came back to find a man pushing himself on Kam. With a beer in one hand and the other holding on tightly to his shoulder, Mason’s expression changed in a heartbeat. The man leaned in close to talk to Kam, who in return, looked very uncomfortable. Mason knew Kam was too nice to tell him to leave him alone. He was about to politely pull Kam away, until the stranger moved his hand down the small of his back before pushing himself onto him. Mason was there in seconds, shoving the man off Kam. Mason’s voice was loud and harsh. “Hey, get the fuck off of him!” Mason could smell the alcohol on his breath, clearly drunk. “Fuck you man! You don’t own him!” He retaliated, stepping up to Mason who had a good few inches over him. Mason had him by the collar when he felt a light tug on his shirt. He turned around to see Kam holding on, his eyes soft and pleading. Mason turned back to the guy and let go, taking Kam by the hand and leading him out without another word. His grip was tight and firm as he made a beeline for the door. Kam’s only thought after that night was to see aggressive Mason more often.

No one could stop Elliot when someone made her mad. This isn’t the complaining and cursing about life and dumb people type of mad, but the type that actually made her snap. It wasn’t a surprise when people heard that Elliot was caught in a fight at school. Guys liked to test her and push her buttons and Elliot damn well made sure they knew what they had gotten themselves into. 90% of Chris and Jacks responsibility as her friend was spent keeping her out of fights or, when they were too late, pulling her off the poor guy that decided to say the wrong thing to her.

Unfortunately Chris was absent the day Elliot had overheard a conversation between Caleb and his friends over another kid a seat away who could clearly hear every word they were saying. Elliot wasted no time walking over to tell him to “Shut the hell up!” This led to some words being passed back and forth before Elliot took her fist to his face, leaving the giant man baby, as she called him, on the floor, stunned. The end result was a broken nose and a fractured hand, which Elliot thought was well worth it. When questioned by the principal as to why she did what she did, she answered with, “Well maybe if he had left Tyler alone and not decided to call him a, ‘faggot little bitch who can shove a ruler up his ass’, to the entire cafeteria, then maybe I wouldn’t have.” Elliot said holding onto her hand, her voice harsh, brown eyes sharp.

The principal sighed, rubbing her hand down her face. Elliot had gotten to know Mrs. Larsen really well over the past few years.

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vagaries-and-caprices-blog · 7 years ago

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Blood and Will Graham

Part 4: Willed madness, merging reality, imagination, and dreams (”Hannibal” episodes: Potage to Sorbet)

Part 3: Will Graham’s reality, imagination, and dreams

Potage

Let’s take a moment to appreciate Hugh Dancy outside on a fine autumn day in a gray t-shirt and boxer briefs.

Now we can get on with the story...

Hannibal and Will visit Abigail at the hospital:

Abigail: He was loving right up until the second he wasn’t. He kept telling me he was sorry and to just hold still. He was going to make it all go away. […] I’m going to be messed up, aren’t I? I’m worried about nightmares. Hannibal: We’ll help you with the nightmares. […] Will: I worry about nightmares, too.

In a motel near Hobbs’ residence: in a sweaty dream Will sees the Ravenstag, then himself (not Hobbs) holding a knife to Abigail’s throat, repeating the words Abigail’s father told her, “I’m sorry, Abigail. Please just hold still. I’m going to make it all go away.” He cuts her throat with a great spray of blood. Will wakes up extremely perspired and trembling. He holds his head, then peels off his t-shirt like peeling off the dream. He opens the curtains to let sunlight disinfect him.

Oeuf/Ceuf

In Hannibal’s office: Will tells Hannibal about killing Garrett Jacob Hobbs; we see an extended flashback of it.

Will: I got so close to him. Sometimes I felt like we were doing the same things at various times of the day. Like I was eating or showering or sleeping at the same time he was. Hannibal: Even after he was dead? Will: Even after he was dead. Hannibal: Like you were becoming him. Will: I know who I am. I’m not Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Dr. Lecter.

The significance of Will imagining Hobbs has changed and expanded. Previously Will saw Hobbs as an image of himself as “fallen,” as a murderer. But now Will imagines Hobbs when he is grasping to know the copycat killer or Chesapeake Ripper: that is, Will is unknowingly trying to imagine Hannibal Lecter through both Hobbs and the Ravenstag. Will says in the same session that he felt guilty, as if he had killed Melissa Shore. His sensation of “doing the same things” as the killer wasn’t with Hobbs, but with Hannibal. Will just doesn’t know it yet.

[A digression on the pleasures of watching Hannibal snoop around Will’s house: I rewatch this scene a few times to enjoy Hannibal snooping around, and a few more to watch each of the seven dogs do dog things.]

Back at Wolf Trap after solving the last “Lost Boys” murders, Will is in bed and his pack is sleeping on the floor. Will closes his eyes nervously, as if afraid to dream.

Coquilles

Let’s sleepwalk with Will Graham in gray t-shirt and boxer briefs. He dreams the Ravenstag is behind him and nudges his arm with its nose. But when Will talks to the police, the cold nose turns out to be Winston’s.

Will goes to Hannibal’s house to tell him about the sleepwalking. Hannibal’s motives swirl together ironically in the following exchange:

Hannibal: You entered into a Devil’s Bargain with Jack Crawford. Takes a toll. Will: Jack’s not the devil. Hannibal: When it comes to how far he’s willing to push you to get what he wants, Jack’s certainly no saint.

This is the first of many times to come that Hannibal warns Will about his mental illness and how the work Will does is hurting him. Hannibal is (1) playing the “role” of friend and psychiatrist, warning Will to increase Will’s trust in him; (2) undercutting Will’s relationship with Jack Crawford to have options for disguising his crimes and to confuse Will; and (3) truly warning Will because Hannibal is indeed his friend and does love him. Importantly, Hannibal’s pride requires that Will participate in his own descent.

Bryan Fuller and Mads Mikkelsen have said in interviews that they thought of Hannibal as a metaphorical Lucifer, a fallen angel who loves humanity but who wants sinners to use what God gave mankind: free will. Therefore, Hannibal warns Will (and he’ll warn him many times) that there is a way out, that he is stepping forward into madness of his own free will.

This theme of Hannibal/Lucifer undercutting authority is picked up again in another conversation in Hannibal’s office.

Hannibal: What were your expectations of Jack Crawford and the FBI? Will: Jack hasn’t abandoned me. Hannibal: Not in any discernible way, perhaps in the way gods abandon their creations. You say he hasn’t abandoned you, but at the same time you find yourself wandering around Wolf Trap in the middle of the night. Will: Well, this should be interesting. Please, Doctor, proceed. Hannibal: Jack gave you his word he would protect your head space. Yet he leaves you to your mental devices. Will: Are you trying to alienate me from Jack Crawford? Hannibal: I’m trying to help you understand this angel maker you seek.

Will is looking up at Hannibal through this conversation, an image of Milton’s Lucifer looking down on mankind and hoping to find a weakness:

There is a place (If ancient and prophetic fame in Heaven Err not), another world, the happy seat Of some new race, called Man, about this time To be created like to us, though less In power and excellence, but favored more Of him who rules above; so was his will Pronounced among the gods, and by an oath That shook Heaven’s whole circumference confirmed. Thither let us bend all our thoughts, to learn What creatures there inhabit, of what mould Or substance, how endued, and what their power And where their weakness: how attempted best, By force of subtlety. [Paradise Lost, Book II, lines 345-358]

At home in bed, Will falls asleep and wakes several times, looking at the clock: 11:35, 2:02, 5:03. He closes his eyes and wakes up on roof of his porch with the dogs barking wildly.

Hannibal: It’s hard to lie still and fear going to sleep when it’s there to think about. You listen to your breathing in the dark and the tiny clicks of your blinking eyes. Will: I dream more now than I used to. Hannibal: Your dreams were the one place you could be physically safe, relinquishing control. Not anymore.

After Jack and Will find Elliot Budish in his barn, Will tries to appeal to Jack to relinquish him, but Jack knows how to respond to ensure Will won’t quit.

Will: I don’t know how much longer I can be all that useful to you, Jack. Jack: You go back to your classroom and there’s more killing that you could have prevented, it will sour your classroom forever.

Both Jack and Hannibal are manipulating Will, playing on his sense of duty. They both need Will to keep moving forward toward their respective goals.

After Jack refuses to make it easy for Will to quit, Will imagines he sees Elliot Budish in front of him. Budish presages a Red Dragon theme: “I can give you the majesty of your Becoming.”

This episode is packed with symbology and deep thematic material. So, where are we with bloody Will? Keep in mind that Hannibal as Lucifer wants to give Will the forbidden fruit: to fully experience himself as a murderer, but one who experiences the kill as just, powerful, and good. Lucifer is tempting Man with the power of playing God. But Will’s Becoming is going to be difficult, sweaty, tearful, and bloody.

Entrée

Entrée is mostly about Hannibal Lecter taunting Jack Crawford with Miriam Lass. For our purposes, however, there are two scenes of note.

At the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Will imagines Abel Gideon’s murder of Nurse Shell. This scene is a longer and more intimately violent reconstruction than we’ve seen before. Will emerges from the reconstruction deeply disturbed, shaking, and with tears in his eyes.

Later at the FBI Academy, Will dreams that the Ravenstag walks into the lecture hall. Will has dreamed that the Ravenstag was in the hospital corridor outside Abigail’s room, but usually it is located outdoors. The Ravenstag is getting closer, moving towards Will.

Sorbet

Now we see Will’s dream images bleed into his crime imagination. When Will begins his reconstruction of the organ harvester crime scene, the Ravenstag shows up (previously only appearing in Will’s dreams) and leads him to the bathroom (where the body is). In the reconstruction, Will is covered in blood after a struggle with the “victim.” But when he emerges from imagining this scene, Will is not upset the way he was by Gideon’s murder because the organ harvester “wasn’t killing, he was trying to save his life.”

Of course, Will misses his therapy appointment with Hannibal. Cue Mozart’s Requiem in D minor. After driving 90 minutes, Hannibal finds Will staring straight ahead with eyes open. He is dreaming of sitting with Abigail in front of Cassie Boyle’s body on the stag head. Hannibal calls to Will to wake him up.

Will: I must have fallen asleep. Was I sleepwalking? Hannibal: Your eyes were open, but you were not present. Will: It felt as if I was asleep. I need to stop sleeping altogether. Best way to avoid bad dreams.

Favorite image of the episode: As Jack, Beverly, and the gang rush to the ambulance to apprehend Devon Silvestri, Hannibal and Will stand together in the blinking lights of the FBI SUV. Their handsome faces are lit dramatically from the side, Hannibal in his suit, Will in his Filson jacket. It could be a promo shot for a “Hannibal” spin-off buddy cop show. Like a Season 4...

Verdi’s “Patria Oppressa” swells as Will intently watches Hannibal operate on Devon Silvestri’s victim. And we’re all yelling, “Will! Will! It’s him!” Instead, Will brings Hannibal a bottle of wine.

Next up: Hallucinations and disassociation! Boundaries break between Will’s reality, dreams, and imagination.

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