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 Monsters stuck in your head;, tagged: drusilla
PANIC
TWENTY FOUR
FEAR INDUCEMENT
TBD
HETEROSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by TEEJAY5 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
i gotta wake it up the
devil in me
Crime in New York City was something to be expected. It was prominent in every big city across America. Dex could have gone anywhere in the world to become a medical examiner but there was just something about this city in particular that had called to him. He couldn’t explain it. He had never been a person who went chasing things and he didn’t feel incomplete. Hell, he didn’t feel much of anything as far as emotions were concerned though he could fake it with the best of them. Being in the field that he was in allowed for most people to believe that he simply internalized. One had to have a strong stomach to be a medical examiner because some of the things that happened to people were gruesome. Gruesome had never really bothered him. Not much did. Not the mangled bodies or the judgement passed on him for being so young. Not the fact that he barely slept or that he was addicted to Adderall. What did bother him; however, were the people who slipped through the justice system. People like his mother who had locked her two children away to suffer while she moved on with her life. Dex had a plan for her and one day he would carry it out. For now, he was biding his time and taking care of the scum that roamed the streets at night looking to prey on the innocent. Was it a twisted sort of justice? Absolutely. But it was the only way to make sure the rapists and murderers got what they deserved. It was a blurred line. Dex didn’t feel that he was wrong.

It had been another late night in the morgue of the NYPD when he received a call from the chief of police that a body had been found in an alley a few blocks from the precinct. Dex informed his assistant that he would be leaving for a little while and to carry on with the task at hand. Dex liked his assistant. Well, as well as he could considering. She was smart and hardworking and didn’t go out of her way to annoy him. There was no judgement coming from her despite the fact he was six years her junior. They worked in harmony.

Dex gathered his things and left the morgue a few moments later. The van provided by the NYPD was black and his position was displaying in yellow paint on both sides. People couldn’t miss this van if they tried. A police escort was already waiting for him so they could get through the city quickly without worrying about fighting traffic. Luckily, the crime scene was only a short distance and it wouldn’t take too much time. They made it to the scene with relative ease and Dex parked the van outside of the crime scene tape. He grabbed his bag containing the things he would need and exited the van. He met briefly with the lead investigator to make sure the body had not been moved before he began to examine it. Of course, further examination was required but for now he would be able to give a time of death and the most likely cause.

”White female, mid-twenties, the bruising around her neck is indicative of strangulation but they don’t appear to be finger marks. Likely the vic was strangled by something else. Possibly a rope...I’ll have to look further for fibers…” Dex finished his cursory exam and stood from the ground, peeling off the latex gloves covering his hands as the body was loaded onto a gurney by the paramedics and then into the van for transport. Once again, Dex spoke briefly with the detective leading the investigation when a flash of red hair and a familiar face crept into his line of sight. Of course he wasn’t surprised to see a crowd of people just beyond the crime scene tape. That was typical of any large crimes that happened in the city. People always wanted to be the first to know what was going on and news reporters wanted to be the first to run the story. But what surprised Dex was to find that one of the faces in the crowd was almost a mirror image of his own framed by long red hair the same shade as the hair atop his head. Drusilla was here and she was watching him. Dex didn’t know that she was in New York and he wondered just how long she had been here.

And as much as he wanted to go to her, to speak with her, and hold her in his arms, he couldn’t. There was work to be done. So he gave a small nod of acknowledgement to her before disappearing from the scene. Once Dex was back in the van, he pulled his phone from his pocket and texted her quickly. It had been weeks since he had last spoken to his sister and for good reason. But she was here and he couldn’t ignore that. So he asked her to meet up at Gapstow Bridge in Central Park at dawn. Dex knew he would be in the morgue all night and it was the earliest he could meet with her.

DRUSILLA A. HALLIWELL
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Pain
Twenty-four
Pain Inducement
Office Manager
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious7 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
We're the beginning of the end
Drusilla had been in New York City for well over a month now, probably closer to two months if she let her eyes stray to the calendar. She'd already begun classes for this semester, already settled in at the new office she was managing. People had come to recognize her, to greet her every day with professional smiles and wish her well in class in the evenings. She her her routines down pat, knew how to get from here to there in Manhattan, at the very least. She was a quick study, she always had been, but she slept so little that it lent her a great deal of time to get to know the area. That and she spent any free time she had obsessively articulating her twin brother's whereabouts. She'd invested in a police scanner early on, always listening for strange deaths and always showing up when the medical examiner was called. Dexter was the youngest medical examiner in the city and likely one of the most talented. It was more than just pride for her brother speaking, it was confidence in his ability. He was brilliant, she knew because she had grown up alongside him, knew him like no one else ever could. He put so many others in his field to shame.

This evening she'd done as she did on many others, made her way to the latest crime scene, intent upon catching a glimpse of her mirror image beyond the yellow tape. She'd been playing with the idea of letting him see her for weeks, but had yet to do so. She still wasn't sure how she'd receive him. They hadn't spoken in weeks, an emptiness that clung to her heart having settled within her that only he could fill. They had spent so much time together over the years and his sudden departure from their home some months ago still haunted her. He'd left without even so much as a good bye and though they had been in contact several times, he'd never given much in the way of an explanation. The fact that he'd been able to leave her behind was something that drove her to the brink of insanity, so many unanswered questions left in his wake. She was hurt and angry and thus far, had stayed away only because she feared what she might do if she let her emotions run out of control. She'd come to find she could cause grievous amounts of pain in people with only the mere thought of it. It would be a lie if she had said she hadn't thought of hurting her brother, of twisting him up and making him scream her name, but the thought always brought with it horror. So little brought her that emotion, she'd lived through so much horror, but the thought of hurting Dexter, no matter how angry she was, frightened her. She didn't want to risk it, didn't want to risk permanently maiming him if she lost control.

She'd been lingering behind several people, sunglasses in her hand. She usually came out with a hat on, but she'd forgotten it back at the apartment. She had the sunglasses, but she'd removed them when she'd seen him. His hair, the exact same shade as her own, was dulled by the lens and she found that she wanted to see him, to really see him. She'd been watching him from afar for so long, always stepping out of the way when he turned to glance behind him. She hadn't seen his eyes in months, hadn't held him in longer. Drusilla wanted to hear his voice, hear her name on his lips, feel his hands on her skin, run her fingers through his hair.

She froze when their eyes met. She hadn't consciously made the decision to be seen by him, but he'd found her none the less. Her expression never changed, it remain neutral even as he gave her the briefest of nods in acknowledgement. At least he'd done that much. She a fraction of a second she'd thought perhaps he would turn his head and ignore her.

She'd escaped the area then, fleeing even though she wanted nothing more than to stay. A few moments later and a message came across her phone. It was Dexter, advising her to meet him a Gapstow Bridge in Central Park at dawn. She should have anticipated this, but her breath hitched in her throat anyway. She'd texted back an affirmative, but little more. He was busy and she didn't want to be peering at her phone all night waiting for an answer that would probably never come.

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She hadn't slept at all and she was glad she didn't work later in the morning. The sun hadn't yet peeked over the horizon, but she was at the bridge already. The park was quiet, though on her way through she'd passed a few early morning joggers. The air was crisp, a chill on the breeze that caused her to shiver as it swept through her. She wore a thigh length jacket, smartly tied at her waist. Her hair was plaited down her back and her hands were tucked into the front pockets of the jacket, away from the cold. She was turned, peering down at the water the bridge crossed, specifically keeping her eyes from straying, from watching for him. She didn't want to be the first to catch sight of him, of running the risk of embarrassing herself and running to him and throwing herself into his arms. No, there was a change between the twins, one she hadn't noticed until he'd left her. There was a gap, one she desperately hoped they could bridge, but her heart was far too vulnerable to him in the mean time.

She narrowed her eyes at the water, chewing her bottom lip as she waited. Her fingernails bit into her palms, Drusilla fisting her hands inside her pockets over and over again to try and distract herself from thinking of him. What would he say? What would she say? She took a breath, steadying herself. Whatever happened, she'd not lose her temper. She couldn't afford the damage such a thing might entail. She closed her eyes, listening for steps near her even though she told herself she wasn't. The sun was just about to rise.

DEXTER A. HALLIWELL
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PANIC
TWENTY FOUR
FEAR INDUCEMENT
TBD
HETEROSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by TEEJAY5 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
i gotta wake it up the
devil in me
Dex wasn’t an idiot. He knew that Drusilla was going to be angry at him in a way she had never been angry with him before. They hardly fought at all, even when growing up because they hadn’t been able to. If there had been discourse between them then they never would have made it out of the attic. They never would have made it this far. Not to mention, Dru was the one person in the world that could evoke true, honest emotion from him. Dex felt nothing for anyone else; no sadness, no pain, no love. He could merely emulate such emotion depending on the situation and people were none the wiser. He didn’t need mind control for that. He was simply that talented at manipulation. But on the occasion there was someone he couldn’t quite trick into believing he was a feeling human being, he did use his powers. Dex tried to keep using his ability to a minimum because it caused him such god awful migraines. He had learned to stave them off for quite a period of time so he could take care of the criminals he bestowed his own justice upon, but it never failed to leave him debilitated for the rest of the evening. Luckily for him, there was an inside source who brought him medications for the migraines and amphetamines to keep him alert through the day. Bringing the monsters of the city to justice was daunting work.

But Drusilla was the one person for whom he could never trick. She was also immune to his ability which could prove annoying since he was not immune to hers. Dru had never purposely used her pain inducement on him but it had happened once or twice over the course of time. She’d always felt terrible about it afterward and Dex had always forgiven her. He would always forgive her. He was the other half of his soul.

So that morning when he finished with his work and left the precinct, it was with some nervousness in his gut. The walk from the precinct to Central Park was not a long one but he took his time. Dexter wasn’t sure what this reunion was going to consist of but he would be lying if he tried to tell himself he was hopeful. Perhaps Dru would have missed him so much the anger would wash away and she would fall into his arms. It had been months and months since he’d held her. He knew it was wrong to want to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her body pressed against his own. They were siblings and it only made it worse because they were twins. The guilt that had formed in the pit of his stomach from the very first time they had come together physically had never left. It had only grown over the years and ultimately what drove him to make the decision to leave. Dexter had hoped for out of sight, out of mind. He had hoped that he would speak with Victor and learn that Drusilla had met a nice man and fallen in love with him. Nothing of the sort had ever happened. It was a guilt he couldn’t let go of but at the same time he could never deny his twin. Any time she had ever come seeking his affections he had been weak. He knew he would be weak again if she showed even an iota of need for him.

Why couldn’t she have just stayed away?

Finally, he came to the mouth of Gapstow Bridge and hesitated just a moment. There was still time to turn around and leave. Drusilla had not yet seen him though he had caught a glimpse of her. Even if he did leave, Dex knew she would find him. His twin was nothing if not persistent. It was better to get this over with now. Perhaps Drusilla only wanted to see him because they were twins and not because she harbored any romantic feelings for him. It was a longshot. He could no more deny her love for him than he could his own. So he continued up the incline of the bridge until he reached the top where his sister waited for him.

”Dru,” he called to her softly. Dexter braced himself for whatever wrath she was going to bring down on him. An apology would be pointless in this moment. It was best to let her get whatever rage she had out of her system and then they could talk.

DRUSILLA A. HALLIWELL
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