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This is not an exit.

Mar 02, 2007 19:33

There were only a select handful of scenes from American Psycho that really appealed to Brian. Arguably, there were other ways to make the afternoon go by but he couldn't see anything wrong with taking a break and watching someone else kill people was the next best thing to getting to kill people himself ( Read more... )

dexter morgan, kate mcnab, delirium, brian moser, dream

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darklydex March 3 2007, 02:27:07 UTC

All in all, the movie hadn't been too bad as movies go, right up until the chainsaw scene, at which point I left my perch in the doorway and scurried down the hall to the kitchen like a frightened rabbit. Shameful, I know, and even worse, I've spent the better part of an hour convincing myself it was all due to a sudden craving for tea.

Now I'm watching the water, waiting for it to boil. It's taking forever, and I can't help but think that if only it could borrow some of my inner turmoil, it'd go a lot faster. I guess I'll have to settle for cranking up the burner.

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 02:35:40 UTC

After having no luck with the newspapers on the bookshelf and one short game of pool, Brian wandered towards the kitchen for lack of anywhere else to go. He considered the boiling water, frowning a little and eyeing the empty pot of coffee before shrugging. He was more interested in his brother than what he was going to have to drink anyway. "Hello, Dexter."

darklydex March 3 2007, 02:40:04 UTC

I don't jump at his voice, but it's a near thing. A second later I do jump, because the water's finally boiling, small bursts that send tiny splashes onto my hand.

"Hey," I say, wiping my hand off on my pants. "You want some tea?"

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 02:55:37 UTC

Brian didn't normally worry about people but he felt a brief flicker of concern for Dexter's fingers. He also would have loved to know what was weighing so heavily on the other killer's mind. "Yeah, that would be great."

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thelordofdreams March 3 2007, 02:30:52 UTC

Dream walked into the rec room just as the light from the projector snuffed out, leaving the room slightly dimmer.

He recognized Brian right away.

"Hello," he said, eyes scanning the other man darkly.

The Corinthian had been proud of this one.

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 02:37:16 UTC

"Hello," Brian replied, eyeing the man with polite interet as he rewound the film. If the man thought he was going to answer questions about the projector, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

thelordofdreams March 3 2007, 02:42:42 UTC

"How long have you been here?" asked Dream. He hadn't noticed a body count.

Strangely, the way he thought about it, he still very much separated himself from the island. Brian was one of the Corinthian's, yes, but that was simply the way of things, and killers were as necessary as saviors for the balance of the world.

Dream was not concerned so much as curious.

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 02:57:29 UTC

"Eight days," he replied. "I'm Brian." People always wanted to know how long he'd been there but he wasn't sure he knew what the difference was. They were all stuck there forever apparently.

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new_ophelia March 3 2007, 04:13:40 UTC

Oh my God what is this movie? The guy on the couch looks kind of disappointed which isn't the first reaction that Kate would have had. She finds herself frozen, watching the last few minutes seemingly against her will and still has a pretty freaked out expression on her face when the guy on the couch finally gets up.

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 04:25:03 UTC

Brian looked over at the girl and shrugged. He wasn't going to pretend to be offended by the movie or shocked. It was a little late for that but he could look unimpressed. That wasn't too unusual. "Yeah, it's weird but Bale's a good actor."

new_ophelia March 3 2007, 04:37:22 UTC

"Yeah, he is," Kate agrees, although she kind of prefers Little Women. "I, uh, I met him once...well sort of. I went to New York for a casting thing and he was there and..." she trails off, thinking this guy really didn't give a shit. "Anyway, hi. I'm Kate."

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 04:42:54 UTC

Brian didn't really give a shit about a lot of things but he was vaguely curious about Christian Bale. He was pretty good at pretending to be absolutely insane. He offered her his hand and grinned. "Hi. I'm Brian. That sounds pretty cool. Are you an actress?"

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endlessdel March 3 2007, 04:16:55 UTC

Delirium had come back from the party earlier than she had expected, as she entered the kitchen she pulled the helmet off her head and grabbed a bottle of the wine located there. Heading towards the rec room to try and take her mind of her suicidal Ragetti, who wanted to climb a magic mountain she saw Brian there.
Brian. The source of her problems. She had liked him and he had almost hurt her pirate, intentionally or not.

"yOU! BRiaN DiD yoU TeLL a pirATe to gO CLimB A MOUntain fOR magiCAL puRPoses?"

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 04:33:39 UTC

Had it been four days already? Brian had been at the pool table lining up his final shot, but it looked like the one-eyed freak was Delirium's pirate. Drawing her had definitely been the intelligent thing to do. He straightened up and smiled brightly. "Yes, I did. We were playing a game."

endlessdel March 3 2007, 04:42:21 UTC

She really, really wanted to smash the bottle over his head. She held it by the end willing to strike him with it. She had to behave, she wanted to hurt him. It was all his fault. This hurt her head a lot. Pulling the cork out she drank from it, she was not irate- she was a little psychopathic right now. "a gaME? mY gamES ARe fuN, WHen yOUr skin itChes frOM the bugS and thE monstERS No OnE CAN See oR whEn yOu'rE TRAPPed inSidE YOur owN MiND SCREAMing. tHE rEvERSE bEAR Traps, IrON MaidEns- tHEY arE FUn gamES." Delirium said as she picked up the ball he was aiming at and threw it towards him, missing but the purpose was there.

"hE hatES Me nOw, dO yOU knoW That?"

icetruckkiller March 3 2007, 04:53:00 UTC

Brian watched the ball sail past him before glancing at Delirium dispassionately as she continued to throw a tantrum.

No one ever appreciated his games. He wasn't too surprised by from someone who claimed to be so crazy, he would have thought she'd appreciated his effort. In the back of his mind, he took a page from Patrick Bateman's book and spent a moment imagining what he'd do to her with the chainsaw he didn't have. (First he'd probably chuck the ball at her head. Poetic justice.)

On the outside, he remained the master of emotional control. He simply wrinkled his forehead, looking very confused and hurt. Because, hell, he was the good guy now that she'd fucking started throwing things at him. "...how was I to know he'd actually do it?"

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