(OPEN) Event Catchall Log for Jack Harkness and Hannibal Lecter

[camebefore]

Who: Jack Harkness and Hannibal Lecter (HR)
Where: Class 1-1 (Hannibal), Class 2-3 (Jack) and anywhere around the school.
When: Entire Event
Rating: PG-13 for now because Jack is a warning in and of himself even at sixteen.
Summary: Jack Harkness, captian of the inneundo squad and Hannibal Lecter pass their days in school.
The Story:

The Art Room - Hannibal Lecter

Hanni Lecter, the younger of the twins, was known to be quiet and withdrawn. If talking needed done, it was generally the more outgoing Hannibal. Some thought Hanni incapable of speech, not that he cared. Teachers tended to like him, the silent but dutiful student who turned everything in on time in perfect script and never called attention to himself when there were more than enough troublemakers to see to. Only a few had discovered that Hanni had a temper ten times worse than his brother, quiet and vicious when need be. Whoever higher power a person believed in help them if they disrespected Hannibal. Chances were that something bad could and would happen to them later when Hanni had laid out revenge.

It wasn't often they were apart, but they were today. Hannibal was off doing whatever he did (Hanni suspected he was stalking that strange Will Graham) while Hanni sat in the empty art room and studied the easel before him. The canvas sitting on it was blank for now as he began forming up in his head what he wanted to replicate there. A small nod to himself and Hanni began laying out his mongoose hair paintbrushes with the pig bristle ones to the side. He preferred the old ways of doing things.


The Library - Jack Harkness

Maybe someone intelligent and sexy will come along and help. Sexy would be nice. Very nice. Still need a couple of dates for the dance.

Captain Jack Harkness, captain of the ... well, no one was quite sure what Jack was the captain of, but he claimed it... stared at the book in front of him. It stared back. Thus the contest began. It ended when Jack's forehead thudded down on the table in front of him. Literature claimed victory as smugly as an geography book could.

"Why am I ever going to need to know any of this? Can't I just ask for directions? Shouldn't that be encouraged? How am I going to learn about another culture or find anything interesting if I'm stuck staring down at pages?" he lamented to the tabletop. The table was unsympathetic. One shouldn't smack their forehead on it rudely and then whine.

Jack peered up and around him hopefully. There had to be someone here smart enough to explain the lesson. Right?


Outside

Both Jack and Hanni preferred to be outside after classes. For some reason, both were more comfortable without walls surrounding them.

It was anyone's guess where Jack might be. If there was a makeout spot, he was generally there with some girl or boy he had decided to snuggle up with that night. He was the bane of more than a few teachers that kept having to kick him and whatever boyfriend or girlfriend (or multiple partners) of the week he had met up with. For now, he was slouched on a bench, waiting for something or someone interesting to cross his path. That or hire someone to do his homework. He was good with either.

Hanni Lecter barely gave the school flirt a second look as he passed him. When not wandering along with his twin, Hanni set on his favourite activity: people watching. There was a rock he liked best to climb up and sit on with a never-read book on his lap. He often wondered if they were even aware of what all showed on their faces. The girl over there had a blush creeping over her cheekbones as she looked up at the star athlete while his eyes had a sheen of boredom to them while he spoke to her. True love had failed there. Then on to the boy skulking over by the bushes. Hanni would have laid money on that there was booze or cigarettes stashed in there.

Comments

Library;

[iguanasolution]

Frank should really have known better than get into this kind of mess, but he had always been bad at ignoring people who might need help. Even if said help was, actually, simply reading a book.

"By... reading on said culture?" He suggested, looking up from his own History book. "Actually, if you want to travel knowing Geography of all things will definitely come in handy."

[alifetime]

Jack was supposed to be reading the book, but he had returned to giving it his best glare. The book's pages fluttered a little (probably a breeze from the open window) but appeared otherwise unaffected.

"I can figure out where I am if I ask enough people," Jack said, glancing back at Frank and looking as pitiful as he could. Big-eyed puppies in pouring rain couldn't do it better than Jack could. "I'm sure there will be someone helpful in town that can give me directions that I won't need a geography book for. Locals always know the layout better."

[iguanasolution]

Well, he actually had to give him that one. There was nothing in geography book a nice local couldn't tell you.

"What about deserts, or stuff like that? Sometimes there isn't a local to ask..."

Library.

[humanities_greatest]

Wow. Rude, Jack. Some people in here were actually trying to study. She wasn't too far off however the banging on the table was enough to distract her. She figured it was probably some idiot first year or even... some idiots dong things they shouldn't be doing in a library in the first place. Either way, she shut her book with a loud snap and started walking to the sound of the noise. Did someone call for someone sexy? What was hotter than a smart girl who could pull off glasses with this body.

"Do you mind? It's a library. Keep it down." Or, you know, she'll throw this book at you.

[alifetime]

Jack Harkness could do pitiful look as well as a lost kitten on a poster could. While it had no effect on his geography book and homework, he was hoping it would on the girl approaching.

She wasn't one of his usuals that Jack showered with gifts and attention, and that left her name sitting in a black hole in his memory. He'd probably heard it somewhere along the line, but he could roll with it regardless.

"It's the book, not me."

[humanities_greatest]

Don't bother, Jack. Sure, Integra had a taste for boys but her interests revolved around felons and really good boys. Talk about extremes. She's young and stupid, let's blame it on that.

"I don't know what's worse, you blaming an inanimate object or you thinking it's charming to do so."

(PossiblyMad)

[mischiefandlies]

Hannibal may be people watching, but he wasn't the only one. And a certain dark haired teen with keen green eyes caught onto the fact that he wasn't alone in his interest of his classmates in their 'natural' environment. The younger boy seemed to be intently watching the behaviours of their fellow peers as he perched on his rock. It was easy to hide in plane sight if you knew just how to do it. The first thing was to not draw attention to yourself, and Hannibal had that down quite well. Fortunately, so did Loki. When he wasn't the center of attention, he could slip into the shadows of any room and go completely unnoticed. It was an innate skill of his and he used it to his advantage just as he did now.

Loki crept silently up to slip in next to Hanni on his perch, smiling slyly. "See anything interesting? How about anyone interesting?" Honestly, the best way to get Loki's attention was to try to avoid being noticed. You were almost guaranteed an encounter with the green eyed youth in those cases.

"You're..." He hung onto the word, drawing it out as he thought back. He was two classes older than Hannibal--and probably three years--but he made it a point to key into interesting people. "...the younger Lecter twin, if I'm not mistaken?"

[camebefore]

Hannibal barely twitched as Loki joined him on the rock, but there was that momentary startle. The unread book in his lap was closed, his hands resting on it for something to do. Being the focus of someone was unsettling without his twin there to force a watcher to divide their attention. To let his twin do all the talking.

"I am Hannibal Lecter, yes," he said calmly as he turned enough to take a look at Loki before going back to the people before him. "Hanni. Most people call my brother Hannibal."

Wasn't incredibly inspired of their parents to name them both 'Hannibal', was it?

"I've been watching that one over there. The one who makes those pies. See him trying to dash past the school lechery expert?"

It was a trick of sorts, one to take Loki's attention off him and focus it on someone else.

[mischiefandlies]

"Sounds like your parents and mine went to similar parenting schools." Loki chuckled but didn't bother to explain further unless prompted. Honestly, who names their kid after the Norse God of Mischief and Lies? It is a sure fire way to ensure your kid won't get to have a normal life or become anything but a troublemaker.

"Hanni it is, then. I'm Loki." He introduced, though he probably didn't need too much of an introduction given his reputation. Then he let Hannibal direct his attention away for now, glancing at the young man being harassed by the other. Often times, Loki felt the urge, or compulsion to do something in these situations. Not in a heroic nature, but out of a desire to complicate the lives of others. A well placed chair to foil an escape or a ill timed sprinkler to douse the pursuer. How unfortunate that he couldn't control small things in their reality like the being he'd been named after. Maybe his parents were onto something when they named him after all.

"Does the lecher ever get his prey?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the scene. The terrible desire to foil him was so hard to resist.

Outside (for Hannibal)

[humanities_greatest]

People watching was fun if not depressing for Integra. Nothing was always what they seemed and at the moment she wasn't up for it. The girl had just gotten out of fencing and she was pretty worn out. The air was cool outside and she figured she might as well wait before heading in. With headphone in her years she took a seat on a bench, climbing to perch herself on the table as she hugged her knees. She looked about and caught sight of the twins. Wicked. Twins. Those were always interesting to her. What did they have to think about this platinum blond hanging by herself and brushing away the boys with a wave of her wrist. No time for that.

[camebefore]

The single twin present looked her over and then his attention moved on. There was about to be an uproar it looked from the poor older class student that had accidentally stepped into the path of the school's biggest flirt. Things like that always proved interesting for Hannibal.

It was the little things in life some days.

A glance down at his book and then back up to those around. For now, Integra seemed safe enough from Hannibal's attentions. His maroon eyes slid from person to person, sometimes flicking back to the impending flail that was sure to be Jack and Ned.

art things

[dissemble]

[Lucifer enters quietly, not speaking until he is beside the painting Hannibal. He knows better than to interrupt something like this, regardless of which twin it is.

He studies the painting over his classmate's shoulder.] Interesting.

[camebefore]

Is it?

[For now, it was something generic and easily done with a watercolor design. A line of red paint softened and spread out slowly with water across the surface. It weakened the red and sent it out from the main stripe it small arteries. The emerging pattern seemed to be a tree of some sort with heart's blood blossoms drifting down.]

[A last touch and he finally turns to take in Lucifer.] It's a matter of technique. Knowing how to use the water against the paint. [It sounded lame, and Hannibal knew it, but social matters never had been his best.]

[dissemble]

[If Lucifer finds anything awkward in his schoolmate's words, he doesn't show it. He folds his arms thoughtfully, still studying the painting rather than the other teen.]

Isn't that how most things in life are?

[He shrugs, and gives Hannibal a smile.] I was starting to wonder if the two of you could separate.

Library, Jack!

[dyskinesia]

[ A smart person, was it? Jack's in luck, then. Whatever entity his pleas have reached, they've been answered in the form of the most socially awkward yet friendly person he could have hoped for.

Sexy, however... that part, not so much. But it's better than nothing at all. ]

Jack? [ The frustration's easy to tell, and Bruce picks up on it immediately. With a smile he steps closer to where he's sitting, so he can talk more quietly and not bother anyone else at the library. ] Hey. Need help?

[alifetime]

['Sexy' is a word that could mean a lot of different things to Jack. It could be physical beauty. It could be an act of kindness that had been unasked for. It could be a brilliant person that didn't know it or lord it over others. Lots of things could fall into that category. When it came to failing geography, nothing is sexier than someone who could help him pass.]

[It took Jack's mind a second to click up a name for him, but when it did, Jack breaks into a wide grin.]

Bruce! Come sit, come sit. [Multiple 'shhhh's erupt from around them which Jack promptly ignores. The seat beside him is scooted out some to try and trap convince Bruce to come to him.]

[dyskinesia]

[ As the people around them protest when Jack speaks a little too loud, Bruce looks around and ducks his head apologetically, even if it's not his place to feel bad about it. He takes the seat next to him without second thought, just in case he'll speak up again and disturb everyone there.

Not that Jack's even talking that loudly, but in the silence of the library it's all the more noticeable. He glances at the books open on the table in front of him, setting his backpack down on the ground next to the table.

When he talks, he keeps a quiet voice that won't bother anyone around them. ] So what don't you know?

outside; -> pour hanni :>

[glumshoe]

The school flirt could keep on waiting. Will took alternate routes, careful not to come into line of sight for a repeat performance of Jack's public flustering comments the other week right in the midst of lunch. The rock looked appropriately immense and concealing, perfect to be out in the open and still safe from unwanted attention. Some retained an uncanny ability to find him, like the elder of the strange Lecter twins, who were nearly identical except in demeanor and whose unblinking attention made hiding away so very appealing, when Will wasn't somewhat flattered and baffled.

Will was happy to ignore and be ignored. Watching others begged for connections to be drawn; if he wasn't doing work for advanced psych, he wasn't making connections at all, if he could help it, blocking out faces and foot traffic with the rim of his glasses but they just kept walking toward one another. Passing and touching and never quite separating after.

In a notebook he recorded what he'd seen around school that day, scratchy handwriting warped with attempts at cursive, a vestigial habit from middle school. When the sun shifted, an odd shadow was cast that did not fit the rock's shape. Will looked up, blocking the sun out with his hand.

"Hannibal? What are you doing up there?"

Oh Will

[camebefore]

In Hannibal's opinion, finding Will wasn't incredibly hard. Probably helped that he wore that atrocious aftershave that he probably saw his father using. One could smell its stink halfway across the school. After that, it was simple tracking. That reek stung his nose on his next breath in and alerted him to Will's presence before he heard that voice over his shoulder. Hannibal didn't glance down at Will. Even he had seen how it seemed to upset his twin's love interest.

"I am sitting up here, Will. Would you prefer I be down there with you?"

The question was mildly asked, not bother to say which Hannibal he was. He doubted he needed to. Will always seemed capable of knowing which of them was which.

"I doubt you do," he said, not allowing room for a reply on Will's part. Commanding and taking over with Will was a habit he had picked up from his twin. "So you can continue to lurk down there and spy on people, come up here and sit with me, or you have five minutes until I alert my brother to your presence."

So there. Bossy just like his brother. Really. No faking it here.

:T

[glumshoe]

Well, no, not with that winning attitude, Hanni. The pronounced uptick in hostility was what easily distinguished him from his twin, along with near muteness unless without the talkative brother at the fore. Will's brow wrinkled, slowly packing his notebook into the backpack as if he hasn't already made up his mind.

"Why do you say that like a threat?" he wondered and found himself a foothold, scrambling up. And how to Hannibal? By telepathy, if I had to guess.

He plops down near Hanni cross-legged, a grudging sidelong glance sent his way so he doesn't have to bother interrupting his own spying session to look on him. "You're doing the same thing and I don't think it's for psych." Hanni isn't in psych.

Outside || Jack :D

[wordvomit]

[Ned has places to be.

Namely, the little kitchen in which they are working on preparations for Class 3-1's "restaurant," if it could even be called that. He's making a concerted effort to be understanding with students who have little to no skill in the culinary arts, but as someone who excels in it (he's been baking since he was nine), it's painful to watch.

Arms full of notebooks - which are full of recipes - he speed-walks down the length of the school building, screeching to a nearly audible halt when he sees him.

He's only sitting on the bench, sitting on it for now, so Ned hesitantly picks up his speed again to walk past. Jack is nice, he's friendly, but he's also aggressively forward and that is a real recipe for disaster.]

[alifetime]

[Oh happy day. It's Ned. Jack uncoils as quick as a viper setting its eyes on a wounded sparrow and stands. Even at sixteen, he has most of his height and likes to use it to his advantage. Probably doesn't help much in Ned's case.]

Ned! [Can Ned hear the delight in Jack's voice? He has to. Because Jack is beyond delighted to see poor Ned.] Need some help carrying all of that?

[And Jack never hesitates to use that movie star smile on the unwary.] I was just thinking about you.

[wordvomit]

[Nope.

Nope.

Nope nope nope.

Ned begins to walk faster in an effort to avoid an unwanted confrontation, but he is cut off by Jack's annoyingly dazzling smile and tenacious pace. The one boon to their encounters is that Ned still has a couple of inches on the younger student, which therefore makes him a more-difficult-to-reach target.]

You don't say, [he grits, hugging his notebooks tighter to his chest.] What sort of things?

outside ( leaving it open for you bb )

[avoirfaim]

[ Lately, Hannibal has been spending an abnormal amount of time away from his brother. The truth of it is that he wants more than just unconditional affection, and he believes that he might have found it. Or, at least, someone capable of it. Right now though, the breeze is nice, the sky is clear, and Hannibal is sitting by his brother's side, drawing people as they pass.

should Hanni step away for a moment, Hannibal will remain and continue to draw the people passing by. That includes you, Jack. ]

[camebefore]

[While Hanni isn't particularly thrilled that his brother has outgrown him, it doesn't mean that he holds it against him. Hanni is one of the quiet sorts who can endure most anything until his temper is stirred. Anyone else might be subject to one of his vicious fits except for his twin.]

Are you going to Geography class tomorrow or am I?