Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-04-14 19:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, challenge 1, dexter morgan, zz:status complete |
Regular Joe (HULK - Challenge 1)
Baseball was one of those things that normal people did, right?
Dexter had this intense need to feel normal. Even if it was just for one afternoon. Just a few hours. Away from life. Away from the police station. Away from knowing that he was some special cog in the universe of Death. Away from George, though she was his best friend. He could be himself around her, but around her, he wasn't a human being. He was Dexter. The killer. And she knew. And he knew about her. It was really really hard to feel normal when you were chatting with a reaper, no matter how cute she might be.
He'd wandered around thinking normal to himself, and what the City had provided him with was a baseball game.
He supposed he was enjoying it. As much as one could enjoy things when they were sitting outside under a hot Spring sun, watching a game that went slower than a dead snail and had no physical contact or confrontation to break up the monotony while eating six days expired hot dogs in stale buns. The hot dogs were the only things keeping him there. He'd already gotten up to get three. Now he was up to get more. And soda. He should have been drinking water, he knew. But if he was going to digest the disgusting food, he needed something sweet.
Thank whoever he'd been born and raised in Miami.
When he reached the counter, there was a little polite smile to the guy standing in the line next to his.