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Tweak says, "I LOST THE GAME!!!"

Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-04-19 11:27:00

Entry tags:

gul dukat, lindsey mcdonald

Who: Lindsey McDonald and [Open]
What: A hint of temptation
When: Evening
Where: Random diner
Rating: TBD

It was the dinner rush, people filing in to the diner and picking seats where they could. Plates clinked and food sizzled in the background, orders shouted to the cook heard over laughter and conversation. It was just enough noise to keep Lindsey from completely disappearing inside his mind as he worked, seated at the end of the counter. He'd stayed late to get some more work in but the quiet on his floor had begun to get on his nerves. Strangely enough, it'd never felt like that in his old office.

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face as he scanned over the police report once again, looking for any minute detail that might assist him in making his case. A waitress making her rounds stopped on the other side of the counter, motioning with the carafe. He nodded and slid his mug towards her before returning his attention to his work.

When nothing particularly helpful could be found, he shuffled the papers back together and dug through the folder. As he lifted it to look for his pen, a small card slid out onto the counter and came to a stop against the mug. He picked it up and just about tossed it dismissively back in when he saw the bold letters printed across the middle of the card. Wolfram and Hart. In the bottom left corner, in smaller letters, his name.

There was a small trash can on the other side of the counter, easy enough to toss the card into, but he couldn't force himself to make the effort. Instead, he dropped it on the counter and picked up the previously missing pen, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him.

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gul_dukat
2009-04-20 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Dukat was settling back into his routine on Earth but he could never fully adjust to being on an alien world hundreds of years in the past. It also seemed humans couldn’t get use to a gray skinned non-human wandering around their city but Dukat took it in stride. He could handle being the outsider; it wasn’t any different then being one among Bajorans. Actually he was thankful no Bajorans were on Earth, there was no telling what lies they would spread about him. In truth they weren’t lies but in his delusional mind it was all just misunderstandings and prejudice that made the Bajorans hate him. He believed with every fiber of his being that he had done right by them and they had no reason to loathe him. How deluded he was to think that.

The wayward alien found himself wandering the streets of the city, still clad in his uniform that informed everyone that he was a gul of Cardassia. The scent of food lingering in the air and a hearty appetite brought Dukat to the diner, not really a place you would usually find him but beggars couldn’t be choosey could they? The moment he stepped into the establishment a hush fell over the late dinning crowd that where paying attention to the entrance but he paid no mind as he settled at the counter with a sigh not far down from Lindsay. He took the menu from the wary waitress, her mind already coming up with the solution that he was some eccentric in a costume and if he had the money she would serve him.

“What you want to drink?” she inquired of the gul. He studied the beverages on the menu for a moment before finally deciding on merely a glass of water. He was going to need a little time deciding on what human dish he should try. Dukat was hoping to find one that at least resembled some Bajoran or Cardassian food. Fortunately he recalled from his previous encounter that chicken was similar to Ginli Fowl and the fruit on this planet shared a lot of similarities with Bajoran’s own due to the nearly the same climate. So he ordered two chicken breasts with a fruit plate, which he ordered doubled. He was eager to have himself a feast for his troubles. Now all he had to do was sit back and wait, that was when he finally noticed Lindsay doing his paperwork “Well if it isn’t Lindsay” he said with a laugh.

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morallydamaged
2009-04-20 08:51 pm UTC (link)

The quiet that fell on the diner went unnoticed on the lawyer. Not that he might've joined in had he noticed or seen the cause. For most of his time spent in LA, he'd seen the oddest the city had to offer and then some, so much that he barely batted an eye when people stopped to look. It was as natural to see to him as a normal human being on the street.

But when he was at work, most of the surrounding world ceased to exist. His head was bent low, he scribbled on the pad and then hesitated. A moment later, he struck it out and squeezed his eyes shut. There was something missing, a connection that he needed before he met with the client in question, and it wasn't coming to him. Frustrated, he opened his eyes and reached for the mug in front of him.

It took a few seconds before it sunk in that someone was addressing him. He glanced over, recognizing the alien that had been a resident of the Welcome Center for some time. "Gul," he replied, tilting his head in acknowledgement.

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gul_dukat
2009-04-22 12:49 am UTC (link)

The alien inclined his head in a nod towards Lindsey, his lengthy throat exposing his wonderful display of scales similar to that of a serpent. If he didn’t keep telling people he was an alien he could have easily passed for a sort of demon.

Gently he lifted his glass to his lips, sipping on the cold water before setting it down again “Now you don’t to be so formal, gul is my title, you may call me Dukat” he corrected him with a light smile. His first name was actually Skrain but he very rarely used it anymore. His keen blue eyes lowered to the notepad that Lindsey was writing on “I see you are working late” He gestured with another incline of his head towards him “A difficult case?” the Cardassian inquired in a casual manner as he took another drink of his water.

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morallydamaged
2009-04-24 01:22 pm UTC (link)

Despite the fact that Los Angeles had been chosen as the battleground for the war between the Powers That Be and the Senior Partners, had seen a major apocalypse, eternal midnight, the Silent Hill takeover, and had just been subjected (or maybe forced was the better word) into a sing-a-long, a majority of the city still retained their ability to deny the unnatural.

From the looks on a few faces, having an alien among them certainly wasn't helping. He even caught the expressions on a couple of faces that said brains were close to a metaphorical explosion if they couldn't come up with a logical explanation. It really wasn't all that funny but the smirk on his lips had nothing to do with amusement.

"I'll have to remember that," he replied and finally took that sip of coffee, which turned out to still be a little hot to do anything more than take a quick sip unless he wanted a burned tongue. He shrugged at Dukat's comment, looking back down at the controlled mess in front of him. "No more than usual."

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gul_dukat
2009-04-26 03:21 am UTC (link)

The alien seemed uninterested that people were shocked by his appearance, actually he was quite use by now to the strange looks and amusement at his expense and the fear. Out of them he always preferred the fear. Fear was much more useful for him, at least it had been in the past. He was still feeling out this new environment, who was the powerful ones? Who could he trust (or manipulate)? Who were the ones that could pose a threat? Were all-important questions that the Cardassian kept fixed in his mind as he considered his new temporary home and its residents.

Dukat let the glass he was drinking from rest loosely in grasp at the top while he flashed a toothy grin at Lindsey “Then they either like to give you the difficult cases or you enjoy the challenge? If you are anything like me, challenges are something you thrive in. Often our greatest work comes from tribulation. I know for a fact some of mine have”

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morallydamaged
2009-04-26 04:21 pm UTC (link)

His entire life had been one big trial since the moment he was born but sharing that would never happen. For all the arrogance that he had, he didn't share personal information with many. In fact, he was sure he could count the number on one hand, if at all. "I take the cases I do because I have what it takes to get them done," he replied, leaving it at that.

He set the mug down and shuffled through the papers, sorting them into a stack that remotely resembed organization and reclaimed the pen, settling his elbows on the edge of the counter. "That's why I was hired." Twice.

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gul_dukat
2009-04-28 03:16 am UTC (link)

Dukat smirked at him from behind his glass before taking a big drink of his cold water. It was just then the waitress brought the Cardassian his feast of fruit and chicken, much to Dukat’s sensory pleasure. He lifted his fork and stabbed a few pieces of melon, pulling it up towards his face. He carefully pushed the pieces into his mouth, still unsure if he would actually enjoy the taste or not.

The gul found that it did, in fact, please his palate. So he ate another piece then another then moved on to the small amount of grapes on his plate as he finally responded to the lawyer’s words “You see that is why I respect you Lindsey, you know your abilities and you are fully capable in using them and believe in them to get things done. I repeat my assessment from before, I think you and I are a lot alike” he smiled again at him as ate one of his grapes.

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morallydamaged
2009-04-28 09:18 pm UTC (link)

"Huh." The response was wholly noncommittal as Lindsey tapped the end of the pen against his temple, attention torn a few seperate ways. He snorted quietly and shook his head. "Not that I consider myself a special snowflake but there's not a whole lot of people like myself," he replied, making a mark on the paper.

He reached across the counter to hail the passing waitress, giving her a quick smile. "Those french fries smell pretty good. Think I could get a plate of those?" His stomach growled quietly, a sign he needed a little more than coffee. The waitress nodded and continued down the counter while Lindsey sat back, stretching his arms behind him.

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gul_dukat
2009-04-29 01:46 am UTC (link)

He shrugged his broad shoulders as he picked at the chicken on his plate, ripping off a piece that he ate off his fingers “With my current situation I believe there is less people like me …” he muttered miserably, taking a drink of water. It had recently come to his attention that he was now the only Cardassian on the planet Earth.

It was the loneliest feeling to know he was not only a commander without a ship and a leader without a world to rule, which was terrible for him, but that his entire species was centuries away from him and that he was surrounded by a enemy species. Somehow he was keeping his mental stability together. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost it by now. The gul snorted dismissively at his thoughts, setting his attention to his meal that he alternated eating with a fork and his fingers. Being transported to an alternative universe and centuries in the past certainly had worked up his appetite.

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morallydamaged
2009-04-29 11:45 am UTC (link)

Lindsey sighed, shaking his head. "What I'm talking about isn't the species thing. There's probably a few you'd blend in with," he replied. As far as subtle went, that wasn't his best. "You work most of your life to stand out, to be the best at what you do. Otherwise, you get pushed around and ignored." He picked up the mug in front of him and took another drink. "It's a general mindset in which the distinguishing characteristics is the how."

The statement was followed by a half hearted shrug as he set the mug back down. With everything that was going on in his mind, he didn't need to get riled up over his far past. What he'd done, he'd done, and didn't feel a damn bit apologetic for the overwhelming majority of it. That was life.

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gul_dukat
2009-04-30 02:42 am UTC (link)

The Cardassian was oddly amused that Lindsey would lecture him on the struggle to be someone in the world, though he didn’t show it. He had done nothing but scrap and fight his way to the very top of Cardassia and he was quite aware how he received that placement. He had built his career on the deaths of those he helped to kill and the betrayal of his closest allies. All of it had allowed him to become leader of his world yet he still did not see the evil in his actions, maybe it was guilt that kept him in denial or he like Lindsey didn’t feel bad about it, it was difficult to judge.

Gently he nodded his head in understanding “Oh I am fully aware of that my friend. I devoted a good portion of my life to that good fight” He said as he brought a few more pieces to his mouth, eating them as he continued. His tone was slightly playful as if maybe he was trying to lighten the mood of seriousness that had set around them when he spoke of how “I am more the supporter of the human philosophy that ‘the end justifies the means” Abruptly he switched subjects as he ate some more off his chicken “This chicken is rather good! So are these little fruits here…Do you know what they are called?” He gestured with his fork to the melon.

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morallydamaged
2009-04-30 06:46 pm UTC (link)

"I'm just saying." He had no idea what Dukat had gone through to get to where he was previous to his arrival in Los Angeles and beyond what little he'd given up, he wasn't about to share how he'd gotten as far as he had in the world either. Despite what people assumed about hm, hard work had been just as much a factor as the mind games. Then again, the best mind games took some work when done right. "Which is fine if you have an end to justify."

He glanced up from the papers in front of him, briefly eyeing what the fruit in question was. "Melon," he replied before he returned back to his work. That didn't go much longer before a small basket of hot fries was set in front of him. "Thanks, ma'am," he said with a quick smile and pulled the basket to the side, avoiding wiping grease on the papers.

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gul_dukat
2009-05-02 03:29 am UTC (link)

The gul shrugged his broad shoulders dismissively, as he frowned while he chewed on a piece of his meat. It was obvious he wasn’t very happy. Actually he was feeling rather miserable by the whole thought that the ‘ending’ he had worked so hard for himself had been cruelly taken from him seemingly forever.

He swallowed the food bitterly, before choosing to response to his words “I suppose destiny or whatever you want to call it has a different ending then the ones we have designed for ourselves” he muttered as he took a drink of his water. The Cardassian was quiet for a little while, as he could never fully be silent for very long, but the scent of something new caught his attention. His blue eyes glanced at the basket of French fries that had been placed in front of Lindsey “Interesting dish” Dukat remarked looking at it.

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morallydamaged
2009-05-08 08:16 pm UTC (link)

Lindsey snorted dismissively, shaking his head. "Destiny is an overused term for people who don't want to admit that they can't take what control they do have over their future because they're afraid of working against or with what control over it that they don't. It's all a game of chance. Not even prophecies are set in stone."

It wasn't necessarily the truth but it was what Lindsey believed with a small amount of conviction. Change happened, could and would happen. No one knew the future exactly, it was a matter of interpretation. "French fries," he replied, reaching over across the small walkway that led behind the counter to snatch up some napkins.

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