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asgardmeridiem2013-10-17 06:40 pm
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[ closed ] the dark is too hard to beat.
Who: DEXSTER MORGAN/DAVID MASEY and TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE aka LORD VOLDEMORT
What: Just two creeps creepin'.
When: Day 342, 10 pm
Where: Hel district
Rating: PG/PG-13 for mentions of bad things.
Dexter's dastardly plan to present himself as the cute yet unassuming All-American Baptist Reverend David Masey had already come apart at the seams with one well-placed tug. His villainy had showed for just a moment, but it was a moment he couldn't take back; one he knew he would surely regret. He was lost, both literally and figuratively, and this dark winding path seemed like the only option for an oppressive night such as this. The moon was waxing, but not quite full, and Dexter knew it would only be a matter of time before the monster came out to play in the moonlight. Tonight was not the night, but it was instead a night leading up to Something Significant. He was certain of only one thing: that he would know what that something was when it significantly slithered up to him.
And as these things tend to happen when they're on the forefront of one's mind, Dexter and his Dark Passenger both noticed someone else out to soak up some moonrays. How very interesting, and not at all usual. For some reason, the creature in the dim backseat of Dexter's mental moving van sat up and took notice of the other man, walking alone. Maybe he was also lost, but Dexter didn't think so.
He stepped into the younger man's shadow and followed him for the length of a few blocks, steeling himself for what he was sure was going to be an encounter, but he couldn't stop himself, not when his dark curiosity was pinged so conveniently, and by that same convenient cover and comfortable coil of nighttime. Shadow Guy, the few but very wise words of his Step-Son, Cody Bennett, echoed through the ramparts of Castle Dexter as he observed the cloaked form moving through the dark town with liquid ease, and no need for hurrying. Tom had a ridealong, and Dexter was determined to prove it.
"...Sorry, I don't mean to -- bother you? I think I'm lost." The rambling idiot took over and he cocked his head to the side as he stepped up under a streetlight, trying to get a clear image of the other's face. He was well-practiced and quite prepared to be convincing, his facial expressions and voice reflecting minor panic and major awkwardness that he definitely did not feel. He was merely an expert faker, and he looked good doing it if he did say so himself. Which he did. "...Hey. Haven't I seen you around Hel House?"
Giving his best Fraternity Guy grin, Dex waited for the inevitable moment of truth. The Passenger unfurled its leathery wings and got ready to bare its terrible teeth, taking its position behind his human counterpart. Not that Dexter himself was human, in any way but technically.
What: Just two creeps creepin'.
When: Day 342, 10 pm
Where: Hel district
Rating: PG/PG-13 for mentions of bad things.
Dexter's dastardly plan to present himself as the cute yet unassuming All-American Baptist Reverend David Masey had already come apart at the seams with one well-placed tug. His villainy had showed for just a moment, but it was a moment he couldn't take back; one he knew he would surely regret. He was lost, both literally and figuratively, and this dark winding path seemed like the only option for an oppressive night such as this. The moon was waxing, but not quite full, and Dexter knew it would only be a matter of time before the monster came out to play in the moonlight. Tonight was not the night, but it was instead a night leading up to Something Significant. He was certain of only one thing: that he would know what that something was when it significantly slithered up to him.
And as these things tend to happen when they're on the forefront of one's mind, Dexter and his Dark Passenger both noticed someone else out to soak up some moonrays. How very interesting, and not at all usual. For some reason, the creature in the dim backseat of Dexter's mental moving van sat up and took notice of the other man, walking alone. Maybe he was also lost, but Dexter didn't think so.
He stepped into the younger man's shadow and followed him for the length of a few blocks, steeling himself for what he was sure was going to be an encounter, but he couldn't stop himself, not when his dark curiosity was pinged so conveniently, and by that same convenient cover and comfortable coil of nighttime. Shadow Guy, the few but very wise words of his Step-Son, Cody Bennett, echoed through the ramparts of Castle Dexter as he observed the cloaked form moving through the dark town with liquid ease, and no need for hurrying. Tom had a ridealong, and Dexter was determined to prove it.
"...Sorry, I don't mean to -- bother you? I think I'm lost." The rambling idiot took over and he cocked his head to the side as he stepped up under a streetlight, trying to get a clear image of the other's face. He was well-practiced and quite prepared to be convincing, his facial expressions and voice reflecting minor panic and major awkwardness that he definitely did not feel. He was merely an expert faker, and he looked good doing it if he did say so himself. Which he did. "...Hey. Haven't I seen you around Hel House?"
Giving his best Fraternity Guy grin, Dex waited for the inevitable moment of truth. The Passenger unfurled its leathery wings and got ready to bare its terrible teeth, taking its position behind his human counterpart. Not that Dexter himself was human, in any way but technically.