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Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She heard Dexter's feet coming up behind her and slowly she turned her head and looked at him as he spoke to her. Of course I am shaken up, someone doing such a thing to a kid, a child...its disgusting. she said softly then blinked when he asked her to work with him on the report. She showed a bit of shock before her face turned to normal. Alright, I am open to that. she said and pushed her chair back and stood up and followed Dexter into his office. However she was aware of what was going on with him and she got a vibe that he was like her. She felt a knot twisting in her stomach as she sat in a chair beside him, she opened her laptop and began to scan already through the pages she had made about the murder and the suicide. However she seemed to still be rather pissed off still from what she had seen. The door was shut behind them and they were alone. Dexter...the suicide weapon was cyanide pill. That was what killed the victim. I could tell from the smell coming from the mouth. He lost blood from when he was hit by a blue Ford Mini Van. You are looking for a left tired with a rivet the size of a quarter in it. she said giving him the information to close the other case. Her attention then turned back to the murder victim and she stared over the body of the boy on the screen. Her anger rose again but it stayed more in check. I already have an idea on the killer. Its a man by the name of David Rynes, a serial pedophile who has been in and out of prison for years. she said as her hand ran over her report and she dropped it over a picture of a rather skinny man mid fifties with bug like eyes. Cop last caught up to him in New Jersey, this is his third victim here and he has gone under the radar. she said. She bit her lip as her eyes moved and she leaned back in the chair and brought up many pictures of past kills the man had made over the years and in different states. She froze though as she suddenly realized where the man was hiding and she knew where she could strike him down that night. However she would not show this in her face or tell Dexter, though she was aware deep down inside that he was like her. The reason why I hate children killers if because I lost my brother to one when we were children, my youngest brother. she said before she looked down at her computer. Letting out a heavy sigh she leaned back in her chair and then looked at Dexter. Guess I should put a BOLO out on Rynes. she said as not to give herself up.
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

It always felt as if their was a solitude in his office once the door was shut, the murmurs of discussions outside almost non existent, usually offering him peace and quiet. This time though he had actually brought Hannah in here so that hopefully he could find out more about the murderer, as he had a feeling just by the way she was reacting she knew more then she was letting off so far. Cyanide... the lazy mans killer, effortless.. emotionless, cowardly..commonly only amateurs used it, as they usually killed with less conviction... they do not kill with a code like me.. he noted that down quickly on his own report that was open of which he would finish up later on. I am surprised you picked up on that before even Mitsuka, unless that was in relation to the bad joke he made... his tone was bland, not even trying to crack a joke as he watched her closely. So full of emotion, something he never would truly understand. You seem to have been following his cases for a little while... he was actually genuinely impressed but was starting to wonder if this research had been done on the side as they had not had any cases with a man by David Rynes yet. He looked like a creep, and it seemed like he had been getting away with it for longer then he should have been. It seemed that Hannah had realized something but but was trying her hardest to hide it away. Finally she started to open up a little, and Dexter had a feeling he was the only one whom had heard of this so far in Miami Metro. He was a little lost of words initially before thinking about what should be said, comforting people was definitely not his strong point. Someone like... if only they could disappear without giving him time to strike again... this was more a test to see how she would react. At this point Dexter was starting to notice the darkness she seemed to have, it most likely brought on by trauma in the past that he barely now had any details on. I could always talk to Deb... get her to try and find the bastard... the comment was more or less Dex trying to take a hold of the case, he was now interested, the urge for justice, to honor Harry's code in effect. She seems like you Dex.... you need to find out if that is the case... we can't have her running around with no guidance, if she is like you.. show her the code.. show her the way before you eventually find her as one of your targets if she spirals out of control it had been a while since he had heard the sound of Harry, commonly when he did they were always right. What was her secret... he had to pry If you do not mind me asking... Hannah, why do you know so much about him... judging by your research it has been off case, in your own time... do you know.. where he is? he paused for a moment, the next part hard to actually ask .. Do you plan to do something Hannah...
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She froze as Dexter spoke about her been following his cases for awhile. She grit her teeth together tightly but kept her mouth shut as he began to speak to her a strange feeling taking over her, the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up and she shut her eyes for a few moments allowing him to speak to her. However when he brought up the comment about having the pervert disappear she almost gasped but she did not say anything to him just yet as he seemed to keep integrating her more and more. Shit shit shit...he is on to me. One fucking word to Deb and I am in huge shit. she thought to herself but she did not show the panic that was rising inside of her. She wondered how loyal he was going to be to Miami Metro, was he going to turn her in. When the last of his words came out of his mouth she had clenched her fist at her side and gulped ever so slightly which he would not be able to pick up on him. She shut her eyes and took another heavy breath and let it out. I have been following him for years, ever since he came to the States before me, this time he was here to stay. After I saw him kill another child back in Scotland...well it had to be stopped. she said coldly. I know where he is yes, but putting your sister after him would just be dangerous. she whispered in a cold yet tense tone. She forced herself to stare into Dexter's eyes and she saw that darkness there, the same as her and she slowly straightened up in her chair as she began to relax. So your asking me all these questions so you can take him for yourself? she suddenly said her face tightening into a mask of rage. Fine I am gonna say it, I am going to kill him, but make him suffer first, see the faces of all those he had killed, get revenge for my brother. she said softly. You can see it in me as I see it in you, the darkness. Can't you...? she said and stared down at her computer. She glared at the picture of the man before shutting her lap top, other memories coming into her mind. She had killed many times before, but not as many as Dexter however, she was not sure what else she could say to him at that moment. Going to kill me yourself or turn me in? she whispered.
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She stayed silent this time as he spoke to her, she frowned as pity showed in her eyes for him as he spoke about what had happened to his own family. However when she spoke of Harry she shifted in her chair. She knew about his father, well how good of a detective he was, not what had gone in the family. He sounds like he was a good man. she said. She remembered Deb telling her once that their father was long dead. Slowly she leaned back in the chair and stared him over a few times before staring down at her sleeve, a scar of her torture hidden away under there. I am not going to say a word about who you are. What you are...it just wouldn't be right. she whispered softly. I wonder Dexter, why are you so interested in me? Why do you want to help me? Most killers would be jealous, want to wipe the competition out. she said gently as she shifted in her chair and brought her hand up to the slender chain that hung around her neck. He could see it was a locket, it said Daughter on the front, most likely something from her family. I am glad you understand me but I wish I could help you come out of the emotionless shell that is part of you. Anyways if you want to help me then I am willing to allow it in some parts. But I do not enjoy the thought of someone taking something from me. she whispered. I don't know if my Aunt and Uncle are like your Harry but they set basic rules for me. Its not like I am not watched, my Uncle knows what I am, knows I kill. she whispered softly. I was trained more a a vigilante than anything else...so I might do things that you may not understand or approve up. she said rolling the locket about in her fingers for a few seconds. She was growing a bit more relaxed the longer she stayed with him. However she would slowly check her watch before she turned to look back into Dexter's face and take in his details. Its strange...having my boss know what I am. Only to find out he is the same as me. Now what am I to do now? I am not sure really how to react knowing that I am not the only one if Miami Metro to take out monsters who are real monsters. she stuttered and forced herself not to slam her fist down on the desk. Is there anything else you want to tell me or anything else that you want to know about me, Dexter? she said softly as a groan escaped her lips. He made a strange sensation take over her body, she had a feeling he might be the only one who could calm her if she lost her temper.
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

This whole situation was causing Dexter to be off guard a little, letting out hints of who he truly was. Discussions like these would always cause such a thing, but it was honestly the only time that he had ever experienced such a thing apart from when he was taking someones life, as if to give them an understanding whilst delivering their judgement. Commonly he left Harry out of those discussions though, so in truth so far only Hannah had heard him talking like this unless it was to himself. Only the ones who deserve it.... I have no reason to take you out Hannah he was uncertain of the emotion he currently was feeling, it was something rare, something occasionally felt for Deborah when she broke down after a break up. Worry.. at least that was what most people probably called it, something that Dex rarely had to feel or experience. His eyes fixated upon the locket, struggling initially to make out what it said before working out it was a memento of her loss. Something that probably helped drive her, but also stay on the correct path. This is who I have been... I have learnt to fake it, to fit in, but it rare that I feel anything at all... he paused, his own tone a little more quiet as he continued to listen to her words. So she had a Harry... someone to guide her, maybe I can help her then... reinforce her ways, teach her the correct way... save her from the downward path she seems to currently be on it seemed Hannah was something of interest to Dex, something of which he did not understand why. Was it because she to was like him, that for once he knew someone that understood what it was like, the struggles. It was odd to hear her state that she wanted to help him out of his emotionless shell, he had thought up to this point he had been doing well to try and cover up that flaw, only seeming a little weird at times to most. She had one thing correct though, it was definitely odd for her to working with him, and that he knew about what she was, and more to the point had experienced it. Better someone like me whom knows... anyone else would probably freak out, and or think you were lying or end up getting you locked up.. it was an attempt at a subtle joke, but it missed the mark, humor not being Dexter's strongest point. After all he commonly only had Mitsuka to try and judge what jokes were, which were commonly somewhat sexual, or Angel's mainly to serious moments where no one usually laughed either except sometimes Deborah. Still he was someone that Dexter trusted, but not to the point that he would ever share the information that he had already told to Hannah, of which this was just the tip of the iceberg. What do you feel.... when you do it? Do you enjoy it? or feel it needs to simply be done? Dex had to make sure she was suitable for teaching the code of Harry, if he taught it to the wrong person, it would create a killer like him, but potentially someone whom also felt justified for killing almost anyone, something that had to be avoided to maintain the honor that Harry Morgan had to Dex, and the significance he had so far on his life.
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She jumped slightly when he clapped, she had not expected him to do something like that. Melia could see that he was impressed, it was there behind his eyes. Though she frowned when he began to speak to her, however her eyes softened when he hanged his tone of voice with her. Then next time I will let you show me the right way in yours yes. she whispered then flushed slightly as his fingers wiped some blood from her cheek. She stepped back slightly and stared around the room wondering why she didn't feel so awkward anymore even after showing him her private side. I like the blood, the mess it makes. I don't like the kills to always be clean. she whispered as she stared down at Rynes and as she slipped the mouth open for a second. Your wondering about the bone? I take it from the inner part of the mouth near the throat. she explained before stepping away and grabbing a machete like knife from her bag. I do it that way so they can still feel the pain but not die right away. she whispered softly yet again. Melia then stretched her body out and cocked her head to the side. I hack them up, trash bags, ocean. Melia said simply. I used to dissolve the bodies or throw them in a peat bog home in Scotland, could take thousands of years before found. However most of the time the body and bones are eaten away by bacteria. Melia explained as she untied Rynes and began to go to work slicing his body part, it was rather easy with how sharp her blade was. Its an interesting process if you get to watch it over time. she said feeling a lot happier now that she didn't have to hide anything fro Dexter, who she really was. She then stared down at the pile of body parts after she had finished hacking them apart and then looked up at Dexter. You gonna help me move them? I am guess you want to see how I do things first? she said to him. However once the room was clean and everything ready she opened her backpack grabbed her change of clothes out and grabbed another trash bag. She changed out of his view, her mind on what all had happened that day, it was really strange for her yet she was glad that she was no longer alone with what she was in life. Thanks for the help with the clean up, would have taken a few hours if it wasn't for you. she mumbled. If he would turn even slightly he would see a massive burn running over her back, down her spine and over her legs. Her arms were badly burned here and there as well. Her left arm taking the worst of the burns though. Not to mention she has stab wounds a few places, whip mark wounds here and there as well. She would cover the rest of her toned body up however with a long black shirt and black pants. She retied her hair and turned around staring at Dexter for a moment. So anything else you want to know about my life? I mean why should I hide anything else now. she said and looked about the spotless room, she had been taught well how to clean no evidence would be left.
Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

She could feel eyes on her when she had changed, though she said nothing of it, wondering what he thought about those scars that ran over her body. She let out a heavy sigh when he had finished speaking to her and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Always wanting to move the conversation to another time. You really are an interesting guy. she said softly. She however nodded her head when he spoke to her about moving the bodies and using the cars. Alright that makes sense. Oh my Uncle suggested the idea, using the ocean since he was here a few years before my Aunt moved me. she said gently. A smile came cross her lips and she laughed softly when he tried to crack his joke. Your a lot funnier than Mitsuka. she said gently and brought her arms to rest across her chest as she crossed them. She would then help him load the trash into his trunk before she nodded and headed towards her car and slipped inside it. Once they had gotten to his place and loaded up the boat she slipped on it with him and slumped down in a leather seat as a sigh came from her mouth. When they had arrived at his dumping grounds she looked over the side of the boat and watched the current. Ah, makes sense. Takes the trash out to sea, good bye for good. she said gently. She then stood up, pulled on her gloves and started helping him drop the bags into the current, smirking as the splash sounded, though no one would be around to hear it. Hmm, mine is a few more miles out further to the south though. she said as they threw the last bag into the water and she turned to look at him. Meila let out a sigh again and slumped further back in the seat and closed her eyes for a few minutes, thinking about the day that she had gone through. Its amazing how fast things change in a blink of an eye. You do owe me a sorry though, what turned you into what you are today? I mean you must have been born in blood yourself. Meila asked him as she stood up and walked over to Dexter. And I felt you watching me, what do you think of those scars? Disgusting hmm? she asked cocking her head to the side but she gave him a soft smile to show him that she was not mad with him peeking. I mean you can tell me part now or later, I am not going to push you. she whispered. Turning she sat down again her hand running over her locket before she closed her eyes. Your lucky you know, not really able to remember what happened to your family, not having to see them flashing behind your eyes every day and night. Maybe that is why I am so emotional, not a turtle hiding in its shell. she said wiping a few tears as they escaped from her eyes. She opened her locket, staring at the pictures inside, through the low light of the full moon ahead. Family of six wiped out in a matter of hours and years. she said before slipping the locket back into her shirt after closing it.
Thread: Little Sister's Boarding School adventure. (Sugo and Ritsu

Damien Jones was a young, charismatic, popular young man. He attends The Williston Northampton School, a reasonably priced boarding school in his home state of Massachusetts. He has been attending for a few years now, in the higher education section of the school, and is now 19 years of age. He'd made a lot of friends at the school, even had a girlfriend for a little period of time. He was sent here by his parents as a punishment at first, they where not happy with his rather rebellious behavior, so they decided the small fee to make him realise how much they did for him would be good for him. But when he's grades started to go on the up and up they decided that it would be a good idea for his Little Sister, the goody two shoes that she was, to come to the school also, as it would be good for her grades. Needless to say, Damien wasn't happy with this, he was enjoying his time at the school, his freedom, the parties, the people. The last thing he wanted on campus was his younger sister. It was the day, she was coming on a Friday, and starting school on the Monday next week. Just the luck, Friday night, the best party night of the week. It was 5pm when she arrived, he was wearing his uniform still from his day of school. A navy blue blazer with a white shirt and blue and red striped tie, a pair of clean navy blue slacks tied to him by a belt and a pair of nicely polished black brogues. He wore his uniform fairly personalized, a little bit more disheveled than the normal uniforms people where wearing. He opened the door to the dorm and moved out towards her. His parents had put her on a train to the school, with only what she personally needed. He had already got all of the kitchen utensils, pots and pans, and all the other important stuff so they didn't buy her a new set, or at least it seemed that way. He walked up to his sister, looking her over before reaching to grab the handle of the pulley suitcase. You know, I'm not happy that you're here right? he said looking down at her, rather blunt of him to say that before hello but it was the truth. He enjoyed his time at this school, he had a lot of friends, a lot of girls that had crushes on him, he didn't need his sister hanging around to make him seem less cool, or at least that was what he was thinking she would cause for him. He pulled the suitcase with him as he moved towards the main entrance to the large dorm building. Come on, I'll show you to our room. even more unfortunately, she'd been put into the room with him, he'd lucked out and not even had a roommate, a whole room all to himself. But now he had someone he had to share it with, and no worse of course than his goody goody little sister.
Thread: Dragon Age: An Unexpected Friend (Cold x Shades of Grey)

Anjali was not sure what had happened. One moment, she was crouched in front of her computer, staring at the screen, hand clutching the mouse tightly and the next, she was face first in a field of some sort. Anjali spluttered, spitting away some of the grass that had gotten into her mouth. She pushed herself up to her feet. Where...was she? It was frighteningly dark. The moon was a tiny sliver in the sky and the light it gave was paltry. An owl suddenly hooted and flew away, rustling the leaves of the branch it was on, and Anjali barely kept herself from screaming. Had she lost time? Had...had someone broken in, kidnapped her and dumped her in the forest? It seemed ludicrous, but here she was, in some godsforsaken hinterland, where seconds ago, she had been in her room! It made no sense! She looked around, clutching herself. It was pitch dark. She could barely make out the outlines of the trees around her. Insects chirped, making the atmosphere even more eerie. There didn't seem to be... Wait. Was that a light? Anjali peered through a bush. Yes! Far away, there was definitely a flickering light of some sort. A fire? Maybe some hunters or nomads or something? Just eager not to be alone in this terrifying forest, she rushed through, at least until she realized that that meant getting scratched and cut by everything around her. Taking her time this time, Anjali approached the fire slowly. It seemed like some sort of camp. She could make out tents and...a dog was barking, very heavily. Wait...was the barking getting closer? Before she knew anything more, something massive smashed into her and she tumbled to the ground.