Open RP in the Corridors

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

The moon was different here. A slither, high and pale in a sky black and cold as the blade of some ancient ceremonial knife - so unlike the low, fat rascal of tropical Miami nights. Dexter stood by the window, listening to the whispers of that dark twin brother to the leering, loudmouthed lucifer that had called so often to his Backseat Passenger.

Dexter de-fanged? Perhaps for a little while. But the Dark Passenger was calling him, prowling in the shadows of Dexter's hypothetical soul, urging him to strike, strike hard, strike soon. Why not? They were on vacation, weren't they? People let themselves do all sorts of things in different locales, under different moons; things they wouldn't dream of within the earshot of dear old mom and dad, the daily grind, the wife and kids.

And this was hardly the most normal place, after all. Kick back. Relax. Find a few playmates for a game or two under the half-starved moon...

((Come bug Dexter! :D))

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[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Stephanie." Not Robin. First cape-free introduction. She smiled and held out a hand.