Seventh Slide
PRIVATE:
It's a feeling that I know all too well. A sort of itching, tingling at the back of my head that tells me something is not right. Or in some cases, like this one... all too right.
I nearly missed the report. A news flash of a murder. Sure, nothing new. Definitely not for this city, but something was off. There was that itching, prickly feeling as the dark passenger shuffled through the deep cellar of Dexter's mind. If I could have seen myself, I might have been smiling.
And every instinct. Every thought, every hunch. It was spot on. I know him when I see him. And I see his work now, the clean, empty body. His artistic talent had never been lost, but rather blocked by the misfortunate events this city brings about. Of course, it's been so long, he couldn't hold out. And I truly understand that. Now more than ever. More than anyone.
My brother. In birth and death. How I've missed these games...
/PRIVATE
[Filtered to all Police Channels:]
Well, fortunately for me, and unfortunately for you, I have no cause for being here. The crime scene is clean, spotless. Bloodless. And well, I do blood spatter. No blood, no work.
...I'll stick around though. Aid forensics and take whatever pictures needed. I'll grab some tissue samples and get to work on a report right away, since I have less work to do.
If you need anything else from me, let me know before I head out. I'll do whatever's needed. Thanks.
[ooc: PS, THIS LINK might help.]
It's a feeling that I know all too well. A sort of itching, tingling at the back of my head that tells me something is not right. Or in some cases, like this one... all too right.
I nearly missed the report. A news flash of a murder. Sure, nothing new. Definitely not for this city, but something was off. There was that itching, prickly feeling as the dark passenger shuffled through the deep cellar of Dexter's mind. If I could have seen myself, I might have been smiling.
And every instinct. Every thought, every hunch. It was spot on. I know him when I see him. And I see his work now, the clean, empty body. His artistic talent had never been lost, but rather blocked by the misfortunate events this city brings about. Of course, it's been so long, he couldn't hold out. And I truly understand that. Now more than ever. More than anyone.
My brother. In birth and death. How I've missed these games...
/PRIVATE
[Filtered to all Police Channels:]
Well, fortunately for me, and unfortunately for you, I have no cause for being here. The crime scene is clean, spotless. Bloodless. And well, I do blood spatter. No blood, no work.
...I'll stick around though. Aid forensics and take whatever pictures needed. I'll grab some tissue samples and get to work on a report right away, since I have less work to do.
If you need anything else from me, let me know before I head out. I'll do whatever's needed. Thanks.
[ooc: PS, THIS LINK might help.]