SOMEONE SPAR HER!

[chaotic_villian]

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

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[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...?"

[chaotic_villian]

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.

[dreaming_dex]

"Most living things bleed," he commented idly, though there was a certain breathlessness to his voice that he could not hide. He watched the blood glitter on her skin and something inside him suddenly snapped; there should be more of it, and she should be tied down in pretty plastic wrap, and he should have a blade, if not a power drill. The images were damn distracting, and Dexter knew he had to focus. He knew this was dangerous... but he could only feel excited.

He listened, eyes taking in every detail, every tiny move Callisto made. When the bucket was thrown he caught it, not an ounce of hesitation on his face, though it did knock him back half a step, and press the air right out of his lungs. He felt dizzy, rattled and unfocused for a moment.

"That's a sad story," he said, losing the ability to call on his "friendly-charming" voice with such ease. He could feel his skin bruising. Slowly he leaned down, picking up the broken cable-wire that had been suspending the punching bag. He tugged it between his hands, smiling gently, testing the strength of it. "If you're going to employ the use of convenient weapons, I think its only fair I do the same..." he said in a dark, almost detached voice.

Then suddenly, he lunged, attempting to wrap the cord around Callisto's neck.

((OOC: I'm working on the assumption that she's on the ground next to a pole, and not on a pole xD I hope I'm not wrong >_>; ))

[chaotic_villian]

"Most living things..." Callisto emphasized on 'most', mainly because unlike him, if he were to cut her... she wouldn't bleed. She didn't attempt to fight him as he lunged for her, instead she fell back allowing him to pin her down to the floor, "Isn't it? One of the saddest that I know...."

"Mmm, are you going to kill me now that you have the upper hand? Play judge, jury and executioner?" Voice was a gentle, almost seductive tone as there was a little hint of a purr beneath that coaxing charm. It was almost like a change of roles, now Dexter held that dark menacing tone, and Callisto took on the coy-charming tone in her voice.

He wasn't holding tight enough YET to extinguish her breath, instead it would just leave a pretty little mark upon her skin. Why wasn't she fighting back? Instead, it seemed like she submitted.

Almost, don't jump to conclusion, considering he would have her pinned down by the neck, his body had to be somewhere, right? Possibly on her chest, holding her down? If that were the case, legs swung upwards heaving her lower portion of her body off the ground to wrap her legs around his neck and pulled backward; hopefully tugging him off of her. All this came with a piercing war-cry.

(OOC: Your assumption was correct... now I am working on the assumption that in wrapping the cord around her neck, he was then pinning down her chest. xD! I hope I'm not wrong. )

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter felt a surge of power run over him like hot water; she crumpled under him so easily. Her question made his eyes dilate, his blood rush unbearably hot under his skin. Every single molecule of his being chanted yesyesyes even as his logical mind rushed to keep up. He couldn't kill her, he wasn't prepared, though when The Dark Passenger wanted something--

And she was just laying there, letting him, almost like she was begging him to try. Dexter wished he had a knife, or anything sharp, so he could section her body into neat, pretty little pieces.

It was dangerous to let his thoughts wonder; he hardly noticed the legs coming up behind him until they were locked around his neck. Dexter was almost incapable of panic but he certainly was surprised, especially when the floor came up behind him to quickly, and smashed into the back of his head.

Uhg. That was going to be a concussion. Dexter rolled with the blow, landing back on shaky legs, still holding the cord between his heads. Apparently the wit had been knocked right out of him, for all he had to give was a slow predator's smile.

This time is was Dexter who began to circle Callisto, this time. If he would only get behind her, and get the cord around her neck from there...