dear_dexter (dear_dexter) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-11 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | dexter morgan, kahlan amnell |
Who: Dexter Morgan and open
What: Arriving in a blink of an eye
When: Evening, May 11.
Where: Around the apartment area, maybe a little towards an alley near by
Warnings: TBA
The night was a cold one. Bitter air biting suddenly and abruptly at his skin. But... it shouldn't be cold. Not at all. Seconds before it was hot, warm, and sticky. Noisy with lights above and cops chattering away easily near their cars as night fell. Something he was far more familair with; something that ran alongside the tempratures of the usual Miami air and his usual every day job. But not now. Not now, a sudden and completely abrupt drop in temprature as Dexter looked keenly and easily over his shoulder. On his way with his usual bag over one shoulder and car keys neatly held out in front of him. Readying his trip home to his sister, his sister Debra waiting at his apartment still afraid and dismissive and loud as ever. A small plastic barbie head carefully hanging from the collection of different keys in his hand; an ornament and symbol that on any other given moment would hold far more weight to it than it did now.
Now as the world around him had shifted in the blink of an eye and the sudden drop in the air. Things felt different and all at once his instincts, keen and honed so naturally to perfection came so sharply on edge. So clearly, kicking all at once like a car crash spurred into motion. His hair at the back of his neck rising and eyes sharply casting off across the street. A different street. In a different place. How was that possible. That wasn't possible. Dexter had already faltered but now he stopped completely. A confused and different sort of expression to come across one dear Dexter's face; one confused and darker as if trying to place a puzzle that didn't yet even want to be answered...
Oh. This wasn't right.
This...certainly was wrong. All wrong. How did he end up here? No gap in memory. He checked his mind, blazing and spinning. No long space of hazed time. No drugs. No nothing. Just. A single blink of the eye, a single moment; encapturing Dexter in the claws of disbelief.
This...wasn't right.
"Hello?"
He tried, numbly, thickly against the colder, unfamilair air. Unfamilair smells. Sounds. Feelings entirely shifted from what Dex considered his norm. Darker eyes surveying the fleeting shadows all around. Taking a step, than another, all full circle to get his bearings. To really be sure he was actually here, here in a place he didn't even recognize at all. This was...unsettling. Even crazy. Bizarre...impossible maybe? "....Hello...?" He tried again, a little louder; dear Dexter Morgan however far more wary sounding in the crisp cold of the night air at this point.