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dexter has the ability of shadow control as a member of hel house;
he is also a serial killer,
and hacker extraordinaire.
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text ☣ 001, redux.
Rita? Can you see this? It's Dexter.
And for anyone else who might be reading, too, hi. Hello. I'll assume my welcome package got lost in the mail if you'll take a minute out of your day to tell me just what the heck is going on here.
Usually I'm a lot more charismatic, I promise to do better next time if you'll take my word for it.
And for anyone else who might be reading, too, hi. Hello. I'll assume my welcome package got lost in the mail if you'll take a minute out of your day to tell me just what the heck is going on here.
Usually I'm a lot more charismatic, I promise to do better next time if you'll take my word for it.
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002. If you complain once more. You'll meet an army of me. [backdated]
A. Action on Goldberg Street or anywhere in town.
[Dexter has gathered for himself quite a little cache of weapons. Knives, mostly, though he did take the initiative to purchase a gun with his first paycheck here. He had become quite attached to his gray henley back home but of course without it or any of his supplies here he was a bit out of his depth. Still he did the best he could with what he could find, a pair of science goggles and rubber gloves accompanying his look as he kept an eye out for children who might need his protection. Something to kill also, wouldn't escape his realm of interest.]
B. Action for his household or any zombies/guests who might try to get in/seek protection.
[Dexter handed out the gloves and goggles to match the ones he wore for his 'children' and Rita. It was his job to protect them in any way he saw fit and he fully intended to do everything in his power.]
Remember, keep your mouth shut and cover your nose. [Now to board up the windows...]
[Dexter has gathered for himself quite a little cache of weapons. Knives, mostly, though he did take the initiative to purchase a gun with his first paycheck here. He had become quite attached to his gray henley back home but of course without it or any of his supplies here he was a bit out of his depth. Still he did the best he could with what he could find, a pair of science goggles and rubber gloves accompanying his look as he kept an eye out for children who might need his protection. Something to kill also, wouldn't escape his realm of interest.]
B. Action for his household or any zombies/guests who might try to get in/seek protection.
[Dexter handed out the gloves and goggles to match the ones he wore for his 'children' and Rita. It was his job to protect them in any way he saw fit and he fully intended to do everything in his power.]
Remember, keep your mouth shut and cover your nose. [Now to board up the windows...]
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001 // Don't worry now. It's all under Control.
A. Action for Rita.
[Dexter curls into the warmth of the other person in bed briefly before FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT. Like the quilt goes flying level of what just happened.]
Rita, I'm late. Sorry--I have to go.
B. Action for all of 830 Goldberg St.
[After his minor heart attack he's scoping out the house still in his pyjamas to see if there's anyone else in his house. Ignore his impromptu weapon of a fire-poker]
C. Phone.
So, this is new. I went to sleep in Miami and woke up in 1952. What a fun trick.
[yeah if he stays on the phone more than this he's going to flip out... but okay he needs to introduce himself first]
Dexter Morgan. Blood spatter pattern analyst. ...Or I was. DNA hasn't even been discovered yet, so I guess that makes me. [ pause ] Obsolete.
D. Open Action Goldberg St & beyond.
[Dexter isn't too happy with his wardrobe though it pales in comparison to the rest of this place. Where are his palm trees? His 100% humidity. His mother-of-pearl buttons. Everything is wrong, and he hates being out of control for even one second.
Virtually incapable of looking casual when it's usually as easy as breathing, Dexter meanders warily down the street, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.]
[Dexter curls into the warmth of the other person in bed briefly before FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT. Like the quilt goes flying level of what just happened.]
Rita, I'm late. Sorry--I have to go.
B. Action for all of 830 Goldberg St.
[After his minor heart attack he's scoping out the house still in his pyjamas to see if there's anyone else in his house. Ignore his impromptu weapon of a fire-poker]
C. Phone.
So, this is new. I went to sleep in Miami and woke up in 1952. What a fun trick.
[yeah if he stays on the phone more than this he's going to flip out... but okay he needs to introduce himself first]
Dexter Morgan. Blood spatter pattern analyst. ...Or I was. DNA hasn't even been discovered yet, so I guess that makes me. [ pause ] Obsolete.
D. Open Action Goldberg St & beyond.
[Dexter isn't too happy with his wardrobe though it pales in comparison to the rest of this place. Where are his palm trees? His 100% humidity. His mother-of-pearl buttons. Everything is wrong, and he hates being out of control for even one second.
Virtually incapable of looking casual when it's usually as easy as breathing, Dexter meanders warily down the street, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.]
[RL] As we sat beneath a willow tree.
[A lazy afternoon. Cody was at a friend's, Astor was at a friend's. And he was packing Harrison carefully into the car, somehow sprouting extra arms to shake his bear and buckle him in at once. 10 and 2, Dexter checks his mirrors, leaving whatever boring talkshow came on the radio when he started the van. He's Mr. Mom today, but he has to wear his Award Winning Brother hat today too.
A trip to the park with Debra and her nephew. How ordinary.]
How's Quinn? [he forces himself to ask as his sister gets in.]
A trip to the park with Debra and her nephew. How ordinary.]
How's Quinn? [he forces himself to ask as his sister gets in.]
[RL] Somehow I feel intact and reassured.
[Dexter helped his sister across the lawn, looking carefully for any lights on; for any sign of light along the suburban street. Nothing and so he followed his brother to the back door to his house. Sofia was at his apartment with the kids, and he'd sooner keep it that way. She needed another raise, he begrudgingly admitted to himself.
Carefully setting Deb up at the kitchen table, he moved to flick on the lights and grab a few water bottles. Everything looked dim and harsh in the sparse kitchen space and Dexter wasn't sure what he should be feeling, because all there was was ... numb. And a vague sense of relief.
He sat down across from Debra and shot a glance to Brian, sitting a water bottle in front of her and opening the cap to his own. There was a third for Brian on the table.]
Are you alright? [he asked softly of her, knowing how stupid it was, but needing to have it confirmed.]
Carefully setting Deb up at the kitchen table, he moved to flick on the lights and grab a few water bottles. Everything looked dim and harsh in the sparse kitchen space and Dexter wasn't sure what he should be feeling, because all there was was ... numb. And a vague sense of relief.
He sat down across from Debra and shot a glance to Brian, sitting a water bottle in front of her and opening the cap to his own. There was a third for Brian on the table.]
Are you alright? [he asked softly of her, knowing how stupid it was, but needing to have it confirmed.]
[RL] We spent some time just talking.
[ After dinner was done, and the kids were in bed, Dexter gathered their beer and inclined his head in the direction of the sliding glass door - the obvious implication that Deb should follow him out.
He may have destroyed his relationship with his only [relatively] living relative the day before, but this, right now, mattered to him far more. His baby sister was hurting and he would see to it her pain ended, one way or another.
Dexter led in with a serious question: ] Do you want a hug?
He may have destroyed his relationship with his only [relatively] living relative the day before, but this, right now, mattered to him far more. His baby sister was hurting and he would see to it her pain ended, one way or another.
Dexter led in with a serious question: ] Do you want a hug?
[Video] 006.
[ Dexter addresses his webcam again, looking a bit frazzled but nothing out of the ordinary. He's holding up this CD for all of you at home to see. ]
I don't know .. what this is, or how it got in my car. But I really doubt I bought it myself, even during the virus.
Anyone have any insight?
... She's extremely vulgar. Maybe it was a prank from Vince.
Anyway, how are you all dealing with the virus aftermath? As you could probably guess, I don't remember any of it.
Probably for the best.
I don't know .. what this is, or how it got in my car. But I really doubt I bought it myself, even during the virus.
Anyone have any insight?
... She's extremely vulgar. Maybe it was a prank from Vince.
Anyway, how are you all dealing with the virus aftermath? As you could probably guess, I don't remember any of it.
Probably for the best.
[RL] It's all going down now.
[ Dexter gets up, shakily, to answer the door. He already knows who it is; the only person he could think to call. His eyes are uncharacteristically red-ringed and slightly puffy as he slowly opens the door and gestures inside. ]
Sorry for being so abrupt on the phone. Thanks for.. thanks for coming.
Sorry for being so abrupt on the phone. Thanks for.. thanks for coming.
[Text] 005.
I think I have to take a moment and thank whatever god of Miami keeps us snow-free. I don't know how the rest of you do it.
I'm taking Cody for a goldfish tomorrow. One of the ones with the brains, he says. Do any of you know what the actual lifespan of a domestic goldfish is? We don't have the best track record.
At least it means he plans on staying. Who knows how Astor feels about that. She's as fickle as a fickle teenager can be.
All of our leads have turned up cold for the Cannibalism Case. It's too bad, I was looking forward to meeting a modern-day Cannibal. Do they watch QVC at midnight with the rest of us? The world may never know.
Oh, and Willow? I have something for you.
I'm taking Cody for a goldfish tomorrow. One of the ones with the brains, he says. Do any of you know what the actual lifespan of a domestic goldfish is? We don't have the best track record.
At least it means he plans on staying. Who knows how Astor feels about that. She's as fickle as a fickle teenager can be.
All of our leads have turned up cold for the Cannibalism Case. It's too bad, I was looking forward to meeting a modern-day Cannibal. Do they watch QVC at midnight with the rest of us? The world may never know.
Oh, and Willow? I have something for you.
[RL] 002, A sister's a sister; A brother's a brother.
[ Dexter usually didn't get nervous, but this would be nervewracking for any person. Maybe even a normal one.
He had called Bruce, burned the potatoes, paced his kitchen, managed to salvage the green beans, and set the table. Things were .. not entirely disastrous.
Yet.
But he knew that could all change once his sister walked through that door, demanding answers he wasn't ready to give. ]
Here goes nothing.
He had called Bruce, burned the potatoes, paced his kitchen, managed to salvage the green beans, and set the table. Things were .. not entirely disastrous.
Yet.
But he knew that could all change once his sister walked through that door, demanding answers he wasn't ready to give. ]
Here goes nothing.
[Video] 004.
[ Dexter switches on his webcam. All that can be seen behind him is an almost sterile kitchen. This song is playing, slightly muffled, from somewhere off-screen. Dexter looks worried. When he does speak it's softly, so that no one else in the house can hear. ]
Sorry to be thematic... My step-daughter has been listening to this all afternoon.
Do.. many people listen to this Ke$ha person? Is there a reason she spells her name with a dollar sign?
Should I let her keep listening to this?
Sorry to be thematic... My step-daughter has been listening to this all afternoon.
Do.. many people listen to this Ke$ha person? Is there a reason she spells her name with a dollar sign?
Should I let her keep listening to this?