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Who: Dexter Morgan, Elle Bishop, open.
Where: The fifth floor common room.
When: RIGHT NOW.
Warnings: Season four finale spoilers. I'll be doing this warning stuff for another month. WATCH DEXTER! :)

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[cautionarystory]

To avoid the real crazies sneaking into her room in the middle of the night, Elle was trying to give the impression that she still lived on the fifth floor. Not that it wasn't obvious, but at least she could say she was trying. So she made sure to get there a little early.

She wasn't entirely sure what to make of Dexter so far. If he was what he said he was - some stupid little lab geek - then he was somebody she could manipulate. If he was something more interesting, he would probably wind up either an ally or an enemy. Either way, she wanted to know more. Call it her Company training kicking in.

When she heard his voice, she looked up from the magazine she'd been reading and gave him a smile, calling, "Hey you." She closed the magazine and set it down on the end table, but didn't bother to get up from the couch she was lounging on. "How's the barge treating you so far?"

Begin Dexter's inner-monologuing D:

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Dexter walked into the room when she greeted him, putting his hands non-threateningly in his pockets. He grinned just so, hoping his regular routine of being as agreeable as possible went over well. She seemed sharp -- he wasn't sure. A little too much like Lila.

She was beautiful, young. Maybe ten years his junior, but all woman, regardless. Her playful, casual air seemed -- what was the word -- predatory? It made him a little tense, so he did his best not to show it.

He strolled toward the couch and stood several feet from her, looking sheepish, "Hey. Nice to meet you in person. It's a little disorienting here. Do you think this is limbo?" He laughed at his own joke. That was human, right? Masuka laughed at his own jokes all the time. It made him look insecure, so Dexter had picked up on it.

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Elle tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, biting her lip as she watched the slightly awkward way he talked. He was cute.

"More like hell. You get used to it." She offered him a little shrug before her demeanor turned serious. "Kinda."

He was still standing up. Didn't normal people usually sit down when they were talking to each other? Maybe you were supposed to wait for an invitation or something. "You gonna stand there all day?"

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He laughed and shrugged, "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Control. It seemed like she enjoyed being in control. Another thing to note and store for later.

Her took a seat next to her, looking around the room, his arms folded across his chest. "What's there to do here, anyway? Is there television? Movies? Do Inmates just fight with their Wardens and commit crimes when they're not watching?" He was getting a little carried away with the questions, he realize, and it wasn't consistent with the awkward, non-threatening demeanor he wanted to have. He laid off, ending with, "Sorry for all of the questions. This place is really disorienting."