[kill 06]

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[---Locked to Lily---]

Hey Lily Worth - haven't seen you around the ship! Where've you been hiding, kiddo?

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[EDIT: ---Locked to Even---]

I like cupcakes, and dresses, and, umm... Even!

Oh, Even? Lily and I are having a marvelous time on Deck 8, over by Spectacular, Spectacular.

I like the ones with icing! Muffins are okay, but cupcakes are

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[Dexter crouches behind a stand in one of the miscellaneous shops directly beside Spectacular Spectacular, fitting his black leather gloves over his hands. Best to not leave any fingerprints, after all; though the ship obviously lacked any sort of staffing that could handle the forensics aspect of what he was about to do, one can never be too careful.]

[He waited for the sound of Even's steps approaching, with all the patience of a killer.]

[The door cracked open.]

[Dexter clicked on the tape recorder:]

They're not as good! What is iiiit?

[Click. And it was off again. He talked lowly, so Even wouldn't know where is voice was coming from exactly;]

Oh, nothing. I just thought I heard something.

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Aww, you don't want to go with Even, do you?

Don't you want to stay here with me? Have a couple more cupcakes?

[click.]

..............................

YES!

[Dexter shifted, in attempt to get a view of Even. He was a cautious bastard, and that didn't bode well for Dexter - especially when he was out of tape, and had to give the general jist of his position in order for the bait conversation to work.]

[I should have recorded more. ...And recorded myself.]

[He spoke boldly, deciding to use this in his favor as misdirection.]

Even's no fun, is he.

[He swiftly pocketed the tape recorder in the messenger bag he both picked up from the shops on his earlier errands; he'd need the recorder later for taunting. He then moved in his crouch, silent as a shadow, to be closer to where Even would appear if he were to go directly for Dexter's previously flagged position.]

[... ... ...Hindsight is 20/20. That's a sloppy mistake I won't be making again.]

[Dexter was ready to pounce.]

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[Dexter could hear fabric rustling a few yards away; that wasn't close enough. He wouldn't be able to get the jump on him from there. As soon as he was seen, Dex knew - if he didn't have the element of surprise, it was game over.]

[Dexter slinked a hand into his messenger bag, the clicking noises muffled by the fabric. Slowly, delicately, he brought the tape recorder out of the bag without a sound, setting it on the floor beside him - out of Even's sight.]

[Click.]

[Still in his crouch, Dexter slowly moved away from it to circle behind Even - if luck was on his side, Even would focus on Lily's voice, despite how awkward it was...]

I want it, I want it! Where are you?

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[Dexter rounded on Even and pounced from behind, hooking his arm around the man's neck and jerking suddenly - keeping his hand locked between his bicep and forearm for added strength to his sleeper hold.]

[He talked steadily into Even's ear, alarmingly calm.]

Cute kid, isn't she.

I like cupcakes, and dresses, and, umm... Even!

[With a violent tug, he intended to throw Even off of his balance, dragging him backwards, always keeping pressure on that hold.]

It's too bad that she found someone like you.

I like the ones with icing! Muffins are okay, but cupcakes are better!

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[Dexter gives a startlingly reptilian hiss, the knife lodging itself in his thigh before coming loose and clattering to the floor in the struggle.]

They're not as good! What is iiiit?

[When Even goes unconsious Dexter drops him like a rock, letting his body thud to the floor carelessly. He had work to do before the man woke up; Dex shut off and scooped up the radio, sticking it in his messenger bag. He limped over to a rack and snatched a scarf, tying it tightly around his leg - blood trails could be very telling, what a nuisance.]

[He pocketed Even's knives as well before he began dragging the man's body over to the stairwell - two flights of stairs and five or so steps to his right, they'd be in his room.]

[The room that he'd prepared for this very special occasion in Even Worth's life.]

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[When Even awoke, he was nude and restrained on a bed by a substantial amount of seran wrap - but also by duct tape, seeing as seran wrap was incredibly difficult to get around the bed and Dexter had unknown time constraints. He wasn't lying on the bed itself, though - Dexter had taken his shower curtain and laid it out underneath him, covering the floor with extras that he got on his errands. It was a bit sick, the patterns that covered the room from them; little ducks et all. He tried to get plain white, but not everybody had his sensibilities, it seemed.]

[Even's mouth was stuffed with cheap cotton balls so he couldn't speak - just whimper, show pain, possibly show remorse but remorse never worked for anybody, not at this stage...]

[His tone was flat and lifeless.]

I apologise for the shower curtains, it was the best I could do with what I had.

[He dragged Kage's balisong diagonally across Even's cheek.]

...But the shops aided me enough in restocking my materials.

[Even's blood ended up on a glass slide Dexter stole from a

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[He nonchalantly smacked the side of Even's face - the sliced cheek - getting a bit of blood on his rubber gloves, also curtesy of the shops.]

Oh please, you and I both know that's not happening.

[Dexter sat, noticing the lack of fear.]

[He pressed the play button on his tape recorder. He let it play.]

I want it, I want it! Where are you?

I like cupcakes, and dresses, and, umm... Even!

[Click.]

Children. So innocent.

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[Even's smile went ignored; some were fearful on the table, others... cocky. Usually the gang members - positive that their deaths would be avenged. It was pathetic, grasping onto that hope of a sloppy retalliation, as far as Dexter was concerned.]

Too many, just like you. Killers.

[He turns over the knife in his hands, admiring the tool.]

But I ask the questions here.

Where would you get a knife like this, on a ship that doesn't allow weapons. I figured you wouldn't come unarmed but this is quite an astonishing piece of equipment.