Dexter Morgan (hastohappen) wrote in marinanova, @ 2014-09-30 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | carol peletier, dexter morgan, spike |
day 291 » open / closed action
[ open ]
Dexter is out today, looking for a few basic items he needs for his class - some basic chemicals, such as your standard household hydrogen peroxide, the things he needs to mix his fake blood, that sort of thing.
As he's out, he's also observing those around him. It's never particularly overt, but he's always attentive to his surroundings and people near him. He takes note of their behavior and mannerisms as he does and, when they look at him, he provides his own well-rehearsed pleasant smile in response.
It's still holding together - for the time being, the game he and 'Rudy' are engaged in is providing enough to satisfy some of his predatory inclinations, the hunt, the investigation. Of course, there's no payoff to be had here, and that leaves him still a bit on edge.
[ closed ]
Eventually, he gets back to the apartment and sits himself down with his supplies. Before anything else, there is one particular task to be seen to - setting up a blood slide. It's about time his class gets some hands-on laboratory time and learns what samples look like. Of course, since he can't sate his usual methods here, he's not taking someone else's blood. That leaves him carefully taking a drop of his own... from his arm with an appropriate needle, as opposed to the usual slash down the cheek. Flattening it into place, of course, is where he stops to reflect on it.
And there I am. Pressed onto the glass like so many before me, so many who were just like me. And just like me, they've found themselves at the bottom of the sea. And why shouldn't I be here? I'm just like them, a monster that simply had the advantage of a guiding hand to survive.
At least I have the good fortune of being intact.