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[born_in_blood]

Who: Dexter and Jack/Tyler Durden, later T'Pol. If you'd like to join, contact Kari.
Where: Jack's room.
When: Nowish.
What: Dexter's killing Jack, but not before Jack shows Dexter what Fight Club taught his fists.
Warnings: Violence, language, torture.

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[psychosnowflake]

Jack had been writing in his journal intermittantly, but mainly he'd just been listening to the chaos. The flood was uncomfortable for everyone and he really wasn't feeling good. Being in a woman's body brought out all sorts of strange thoughts and feelings, on top of the weirdness of the physical change. Maybe it was his imagination, but he was feeling more emotional, and that in turn made him think of Marla

When I was a kid, I had a fake ID. The name on it was Marla Singer. I was a dumb kid.

[born_in_blood]

The hesitation of the door made Dexter more than just nervous -- it made him feel desperate. In his state, desperation lead to thoughts of panic. What if he didn't get this kill? If he had to spend another night without the satisfaction of someone on his table?

The thought was unaccepted to Dexter. It was the most abhorrent fate he could think of for himself, and his emotions got the better of him. Slowly but surely, he inched toward the door. Jack called out, causing him to hesitate for a moment before flinging a hand out to grab the door. Once he felt it was open sufficiently, he used his foot to kick the door open, and nearly took a leap inside. He'd forgotten to take the first needle out of his pocket, an error which he regretted immediately upon seeing Jack. He opted for the piano wire, then, and began to string it between his hands as he kept himself on a collision course headed straight for Jack.

Lolol.

[psychosnowflake]

Before the door was kicked open, Jack briefly glimpsed a woman he'd never seen before, which didn't really tell him much, because it was probably a man who was affected by the flood. Then she - he? - was rushing at him, wire strung between her hands, and Jack let instinct take over. He threw himself sideways, trying to dodge the oncoming attack.

Breathing hard, Jack tried to think. Who was this? Why were they attacking? What kind of experience did they have? He was distracted, thoughts going all over the place. This female body felt different, strange, distracting, probably even unused to fighting, which could end up being pretty bad. He tried to sink into a usual fighting stance, but it felt awkward and off somehow. This was not how he'd planned to spend his day.

[born_in_blood]

Dexter cursed out loud when Jack managed to dodge his attack, and reflexively moving toward him again. Dexter knew the woman in front of him was Jack, and that inside, there was a man who would fight like a wounded Tasmanian devil. He didn't want to be distracted by the fact that he was female at this particular moment. He was a dangerous man with dangerous ideas, and he needed to be put down.

Attempting to match a fighting stance much the same as Jack's, Dexter also felt the inhibitions of his female form. His jiu jutusu training wasn't as easily recalled, and the stances, the movements, weren't coming as easily. Suddenly, he stood still, hoping his confusion would abate with a moment of calm, waiting for Jack to make the first move.