SOMEONE SPAR HER!

[chaotic_villian]

WHO: Callisto & OPEN!
WHERE: The gymnasium.
WHAT: Callisto is venting frustration.

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[dreaming_dex]

It was time to vent some frustration. It was not long before Callisto arrived that Dexter had slipped quietly into the gym. He eyed the strange set up of logs and buckets, raising an eyebrow with an inward 'what the hell?' before simply shaking his head, and deciding to move onto the equipment he was little more familiar with.

There was a ring set up just beside the circle of logs, which could be used so any manner of fighting; boxing, kickboxing, wrestling, or anything of the sort. Dexter hadn't bothered with gloves or even wrappings for his hands; he was used to fighting, he knew how to fit, and he was feeling far to riled to bother with little trivial precautions against bruised knuckles.

He had been in center ring, practicing a series of swift and fetal looking punches and kicks on a punching bag set in the center of the ring. He fought without hesitation, and with a swiftness and sheer brutality that was strange for a human; it was almost bestial.

It was the war cry that caught his attention. He looked up, trance broken for a moment, rubbing his sore knuckles. He watched the women flip, giving a long impressed whistle. Her balance was amazing, but what impressed Dexter more was the throw-away brutality of her strikes.

"You certainly look like you know what you're doing!" he called to her, pulling on one of his very best charming grins; it was fake, but he had worked so hard perfecting human expression that it was impossible to tell.

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Now if Callisto could only give into such a charming grin; luckily for her, she managed to push down all those lust driven urges to act coy, and cute to instead tugged on a cruel, and rather maniacal smirk. "Mmm, I would say the same about you... however... you don't."

Instantly the woman took to the air, a round house kick sent the bucket flying his way aimed straight for his head. Landing on the second log in a rather feline-esque pose. One leg held out to the side perfectly balancing her right foot which was placed flat on the top of the log. Nails dug into the edge of the log as those hazel brow eyes watched the man in the center of the ring.

A rather obnoxious and almost childish giggle washed over her lips, as deceptively angelic features caught the dim light in the gymnasium and threw a shadow over her gaze. If she wasn't laughing her poise might make her look like a statue, one of those classic Roman figures, adorned in leather skirts and metal.

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter shrugged lightly, clearly not at all bothered by Callisto's little gab. He had spent all his life trying not to look as brutal as he truely was, so in a way what Callisto said had been s great compliment. "Looks can be deceiving," he said with a tiny grin, something in his expression briefly predatory.

If Dexter had been a normal human being, a random bucket flying towards his head would have startled him; but he was not, so it did not. He knocked the flying item from the air with a swift, brutal swing of his fist; certainly a strike to perfect and practiced for the lab rat Dexter claimed to be. He did not look shocked in the least; in fact, he almost looked bored.

Buckets; bah, boring.

"Impressive balance, too," he said in an identical grin, and an identical charming tone, watching Callisto where she perched. He could sense she was dangerous, but showed no outward worry... In fact what felt inwardly was little sparks of interest.

[chaotic_villian]

A brow arched as she watched the bucket get smacked away with such precision and stealth. Giggling, and without warning, she placed her hands flat on the log as legs went kicking above her head cartwheeling off the top of the log, it was almost like she was weightless. The strength displayed with her movements, and the agility, was it possible she was even human? Regardless, the moment she was in the air, body twisted to land on the very edge of the log and kick the third bucket into the air. Instead of aimed for Dexter's head it shot higher into the air to hit the chain that held the punching bag. And angle and the speed it was short shattering the wood and left the metal rungs spinning - much like the chakram that Xena has - towards the chains. Severing them with a slight spark and sending the punching bag crashing down to center ring.

The moment he complimented her... again, even after she was obviously showing hostility, she perched on the third log standing there wish such a deceptive innocent smirk on her lips. Hands clasped behind her back.

"Oops?" A nonchalant shrug rolled over her shoulders, as despite her precarious location for standing, the tip of her left foot dug into the top of the log. "Who are you?"

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter watched Callisto flip through the air, looking slightly impressed. Huh, that had not been something he had been expecting! This woman knew some impressive tricks...

As the bag fell he stepped back, enough out of the way that nothing would land on him or hurt him, but he certainly didn't retreat out of any kind of fear. It was more... practicality. He watched the punching bag fall and his shoulders slumped, and he cracked his knuckles with a short sigh.

"Wow, that was badly made," he said, conjuring up a perfect "friendly-casual" tone. "You're quite the impressive lady," and there was that charm, again. "But now what on earth am I supposed to hit..." it was under his breath, and damn if it wasn't just a little sinister, a little... dark.

"My name's Dexter Morgan, and you are...?"

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Flipping off the log, she landed squarely on the ground right in front of Dexter. This was what she was been waiting for. A certain hint of excitment flickered in that piercing hazel stare as she began to circle around. Movements were fluid, almost serpentine as gaze watched him closely.

Callisto picked up on all his comments, as her lips curled into a rather predatory smirk. She was moving like a predator about to strike its prey. Now, don't get Callisto wrong, Dexter did nothing wrong... he was just there, and oh so intriguing that she had the urge to just tear him apart with her bare fingers.

"Callisto..." Tsking lightly, she was really pushing her boundaries as a hand darted out to drag over his cheek, nails lightly dragging down his jaw line as she continued to circle around him. "Hit me.... do it. I dare you." What the hell? What a sick, twisted... woman. She wanted to be hit? Standing behind him, voice held a certain seduction about it. Nothing should be read into that fact, just maybe... she got off on fighting. What psychopathic woman didn't?

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter moved as Callisto did; he was a smart monster, he knew better then to turn his back on a dangerous creature. That same charming smile lingered on his lips, his face like a mask, save for the small flicker of something dark behind his eyes. 'Hit her,' The Dark Passenger whispered inside his head, 'she want you too, do it'. The logical part of Dexter's brain kicked in with 'She doesn't want--'

Oh. But she did. Dexter could hear, could feel The Dark Thing chuckle. When she touched his face him impulses kicked in, and quite suddenly his fingers were around her wrist. He didn't squeeze, hardly moved her hand along at all, only to very gently bat it away in the end. Yes his impulses were fast, and it took almost all of his self control not to snap her wrist right there.

"Callisto; that's a lovely name, nice to meet you," that sweet voice was so horribly out of place. "Now, why would I go and hurt a lovely lady like yourself?" he followed her moves, watched, turned with her. The Dark Thing inside him was stirring, and he wondered if this time he'd be able to shut it up.

[chaotic_villian]

With his hand wrapped around her wrist, gaze was able to stare directly at him. She noted that dark look within his eyes. She has seen it many times, mostly in Ares. That dark, all knowing flicker. It was the complete opposite of that flame within her own stare, that flicker of glee, and excitment at finding someone who might fight her.

As her wrist was released, movement was swift to take a step back out of his grasp. Instantly leg lifted in a quick kick aimed for his kneecap. "Because you want to... I can see it, you're fighting so hard not to..." Gaze narrowed on him as such a menacing smirk curled on her lips, ready to take any hit he would attempt to throw her way.

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter knocked her foot away, hard. One quick swipe of his arm, the heel of his palm against her heel, and he stepped back, hands up and ready in defense. His muscles tensed under his skin, veins slithering up his arms as his pulse began to pound.

'Do it'

"You think so?" he managed a short, bark-ish laugh, "Now why would I want to strike such a pretty lady?" sometimes he wished he could turn off that shameless charming. Old habits die hard, as they say. He wasn't complaining though; nothing in him protesting the random attack of some frightening woman... no, Dexter actually looked the slightest bit excited.

Still, he was a gentleman... 'ladies first', they said. Dexter new better then to strike before he had a real idea of his opponent's capabilities.

[chaotic_villian]

Oh he was a swift one. Giggling, Callisto went up on defenses just the same. Fingers twitched at the rush of adrenaline rushing through her. "Because, who wouldn't want to fight such a pretty lady. Tear her to pieces and show your dominance, isn't that what all men wish to do?"

Leaping forward it would look like Callisto was pouncing right for him, however her leap took her above him, and over him, tucking her knees to her chest she flipped over his head, hand timed perfectly to smack across his cheek before landing behind him.

If looks could kill, the stare she was shooting him would stab like daggers. Why wasn't he fighting back?! In hopes of getting his attention, foot raised to kick rather forcefully right between his shoulder blades. Just enough to make him turn around and face her.

[dreaming_dex]

"It's not about dominance," the words hissed from his mouth before he could stop them; oops. Dexter felt the tension build between his shoulder blades; coil down his spine like a venomous snake. The singular voice whispering in his ear was slowly, steadily growing to many.

The slap across the face surprised him, and Dexter did not like surprises. He had not expected her to jump over him. Sparks of anger focused his attention, and by the time Callisto was on her feet, throwing a second attack, Dexter was ready.

It was all impulse, really; he turned, and grabbed the offending foot. His hand gave a cruel twist; something that might have been enough to break someone's ankle, before he tossed the foot back with --hopefully-- enough force to knock Callisto from her feet.

Dexter rolled his shoulder blades, and craned his neck to one side, cracking. He smiled, an off-balance, crooked expression.

[chaotic_villian]

The crack went barely noticed as she actually... moaned from the break. Bones will break, but the pain that came with it was bliss in her mind. As he tossed her foot back, she moved with the foot sending her into a backflip and landing in a crouch a few feet from him. Fractured ankle poised out as her weight was placed on the non-broken one.

Though, watching that half assed smile, made Callisto snicker at his cockiness. "If it's not about dominance, then what is it about?" In her flip blonde hair fell within her gaze, then as she spoke, hair was tossed back over her shoulders as her back arched getting ready to pounce once more.

Instantly the woman was back on her feet moving head on for him, hand extended and reaching for his neck. Hoping to catch him off guard, body would be pressed flush up against him as her nails dug into his flesh. "Oh pretty please, Dexter, tell me... what makes you tick." That smile was frightening, was she actually coaxing him to fight her?

[dreaming_dex]

Well, that had been one of the more bizarre reaction to a hurt foot that Dexter had ever seen (and he had seen quite a few). It was less satisfying then he would have liked; it was no fun if it didn't hurt.

At the question he actually considered; it was about the act of course, the pain and the why life lights up as it fades from a body and--

And that was distracting, and it allowed Callisto to land a hit. Dexter gasped as fingers closed around his throat, his body giving an odd, unreadable little shudder as Callisto drew closer then he was used to. Dexter decided to dissect that little sensation at a later time; there were more pressing things to think about.

His hands suddenly clamped onto her shoulders, a small sinister grin slipping across his lips. "It's a frightening story," he said, a certain silky quality to his voice that had not been there before. He suddenly yanked Callisto's shoulders forward, leaning forward sharply so his forehead smashed hard against hers.

[chaotic_villian]

This man was certainly a strange one. She felt that shudder beneath her and took that for a sign of weakness. Though, he seemed to recover quickly as his head came slamming against hers. Oh c'mon, Xena has used that move on her numerous times. That didn't mean it didn't disorient her a bit. As she fell back, hands released his neck to slash her nails across his cheek.

Quickly regaining her balance, Callisto moved to the defense again, fingers twitching with such energy. The woman actually moaned again, like she was enjoying this. Before teeth dug into her bottom lip to stop the noise from escaping. Voice fell into a shrill series of giggles as she began to circle him again, keeping her gaze focused on him.

"Oh, do tell, I certainly love horror stories, besides, we seem to have all the time in the world..." Despite a broken ankle, Callisto was moving fluid, body swaying with each step like a cobra attempting to put a trance on it's prey. "I know a few of my own..." That wasn't a lie, Callisto knew some truly terrifying stories, ones that could leave someone scarred for life, and all of them life experiences.

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter breathed in deeply as he felt her hands slip; it wasn't a panicked breath in the least, it was more as if he was savoring the air. The pain of breaking skin did little other then hyper-focus his attention. He lifted a hand, running it along his throat and... blood. It was almost glowing on his fingers. Dexter closed his eyes, attempting to quell the surge of madness he could feel bubbling up inside him.

And there was that odd little moan again; it struck a strange cord in Dexter, spawned this strange feeling he didn't understand... it made his skin crawl, but he couldn't quite say it was unpleasant.

Dexter waved his bloody fingers back and forth, "Tut, tut," he said, slowly shaking his head. His cheeks hurt; he couldn't stop smiling, wide and maniacal. "It's a secret," he said, "but I'm a good listener; you can tell me a story, if you like..." he moved as she did, always facing her. What he wouldn't give for a knife... despite himself, his eyes began to dart around for something sharp.

((OOC: sorry dex is so passive at the moment xD He's so close to snapping, just push a little more ^_^;; ))

[chaotic_villian]

Callisto took barely a second to look at her hand that slashed at his cheek. Flesh from his cheek was caked beneath her nails, and her fingers were covered in blood as well. "Mmm... we have a bleeder." Like a child playing in the mud, fingers rubbed against each other, even going as far as dragging her palm against her stomach leaving a streak of red across her exposed stomach.

"Once upon a time..." Kicking back once more she retreated to the logs. The one closest to the boxing ring. Lifting up the bucket, the water sloshed over the rims as she took a leap, landing back where she took off from originally. Not too much water was still in the bucket but it swayed in her hands.

Swinging it from the handle, the water fully emptied, as it was a hypnotic swing. Rhythmic and keeping a pace to it. "There was a young girl who had a loving family..." Each word she said, brought the bucket swinging faster over her hands. The precision was uncanny, like her hands were used to using such unique instruments like a bucket as a weapon.

"One day this family was taken away from the little girl, and the little girl had to watch as her entire villiage burned to the ground at the hands of a woman warlord." An obvious sneer curled on her lips, as the bucket went flying from her hands at such a force, aiming straight for Dexter's chest. "In an instant the little girl lost everything...."

Falling to a crouch, Callisto was waiting for Dexter's move at this point. This was like a complex version of chess, she makes a move, he makes a move, and so on and so forth.