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May 15, 2008 20:12

WHO: Dexter Morgan (gettingawaywith), Mazikeen (daughterinexile), partially open to Kristoph Gavin (myscarsmiles) if he so chooses.
WHAT: Dexter makes a visit to Kristoph's teahouse in order to follow a possible kill, and encounters more than he'd anticipated.
WHERE: La Casa de Te, Kristoph Gavin's teahouse.
WHEN: Sometime rather late at night, a weeknight.

( What am I doing here? I'm hunting. )

kristoph gavin, mazikeen, dexter morgan

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daughterinexile May 16 2008, 13:26:37 UTC

When she heard the sound of somebody entering the teahouse, Mazikeen paused in her work and quickly wiped her hands on a clean dishrag. Moving quickly from where she was in the backroom, she paused in the door way when she saw who the new customer was. Mazikeen recognized him immediately, for she was not one to ever forget a face. She had seen him several times before, sniffing around the aftermath of a crime scene. It was true, at the time, he had been wearing a breathing apparatus, but Mazikeen had learned early on the benefits of knowing how to see beyond a mask to the person underneath. Police then, Mazikeen thought, or worse the AMC. One of their dogs trained to sniff out blood and death, and Mazikeen knew if he lingered here for too long, it was possible he would start to smell it on her hands as well ( ... )

gettingawaywith May 17 2008, 06:31:53 UTC

If there was one thing Dexter was very good at, it was knowing when he was being watched ( ... )

daughterinexile May 18 2008, 01:12:16 UTC

Typical, Mazikeen thought as the man first smiled at her. It was, however, a curious smile, almost half wince, and she noticed that it failed to travel all the way up to his eyes. The muscles in his face seemed to be acting out the expression, but there was no meaning behind it, a kind of pantomime of emotion, but a well-played one at that.

Curious, she then thought and, unfolding her arms, slowly emerged from the darkness of the back room. She crossed the room effortlessly, seeming to glide along in her bare feet and pressed slacks, until she finally stood alongside of the man's table, her hands offering a small printed menu, but her face still pursed and wary. Her eyes gave him a once over, trying to search his face for his reaction to her and her mask and her thinly veiled aggression. "May I help you?" she finally said, dropping the small slip of paper onto the table in front of him.

gettingawaywith May 18 2008, 01:31:31 UTC

Dexter allowed himself an inner sigh as she moved toward him.

He'd meant to get her off of his trail, not set her on it. The woman didn't seem like a typical person, so he shrugged off this unanticipated turn in events, hoping that pretending to be busy (or completely disinterested in conversation) would shake this woman.

The mask on her face actually didn't interest him much, just like pretty much anything else that didn't have to do with what he was fixated on when he was on these hunts. Her aggression, on the other hand, set off a very natural-looking defense reaction:

His gaze traveled politely to her visible eye, and he picked up the menu; Dexter answered her question with a normality that was almost painful.

"Not really, thanks. I heard about this place from a friend and thought I'd check it out."

The smile never left his face.

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gettingawaywith May 19 2008, 16:13:06 UTC

Dexter watched the woman walk away, relieved that she didn't insist on ...serving him more. He rubbed his forehead, deeply annoyed by the fact that he wouldn't be getting what he wanted that night, but resolved to make the best of it and use the time he had to think about what he would do with his next playmate ( ... )

myscarsmiles May 20 2008, 20:06:51 UTC

"What did you order?" He asked, unbuttoning his jacket and hanging it on a coatrack.

It might not be a good idea to try to avoid someone in their own teahouse, Dexter. Regardless of this, Kristoph, ever so intrigued by finding people like him, sat down across from him, quietly studying his expression without actually looking as intent as he felt. It was always nice to find people like him, Brian being his first discovery, Rhode, Kai, and now this man.

Definitely a commission member, he confirmed after skirting through some mental files. A detective, he idly thought, or some sort, the kind that examined his work and said who did what and where his fingerprints were, if there were any. "I just received a fantastic shipment of imported teas of the more exotic variety."

gettingawaywith May 21 2008, 06:22:28 UTC

He'd planned on having a quick cup of tea, finding the man he was looking for, and getting out of there before being pinned into a reaction like this ( ... )

myscarsmiles May 21 2008, 06:57:21 UTC

Perhaps, one day, if he was lucky, he would be able to find out all about the man behind his charade that sat in front of him and politely asked about tea. He would have liked to peel away layers, antagonizingly slow, pondering and thoroughly examining every last piece of his fellow's facade. One day, Kristoph, he thought to himself. He also added to his thoughts that if he could so clearly see himself int his man, perhaps this man saw himself in Kristoph ( ... )

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