M. Parker Lesmana.

> Independent OC rp blog

(this is a side blog, I can't follow you back here... Sorry)

> { Mara Parker Lesmana } • { all pronouns }

> { 31 years old }

> { modded by @reaper4thekill }

> { Bisexual, acespec, and Genderqueer }

> NOTE : OC is shipped with Debra Morgan, but Mod is flexible. This blog will also have art made for it. If you're an RP account and we interact frequently there is a 45% chance I will draw you at some point. No promises though :'D

> This is a multi-fandom, Open RP/Ask blog. This blog is focused within the DEXTER Showtime Series, but also includes Headcanons, Anon interactions, etc.

> this blog will also feature canon typical content that may be triggering like ; violence, murder, gore, offensive language, and possible mildly suggestive content, Alongside topics like mental health, suicide, self harm, etc. also a lot of mention and emphasis on eyes.

> { tags

- > OOC Post — (self explanatory)

- > Musings — internal thoughts, theories, conclusions (not to be acknowledged in character unless paired with > Journal (or if your character reads minds idk)

- > Journal — normal text post

- > Snapshot — media/art

- > Files — work, cases, etc.

- > incident report - irl (in universe) events and actions

- > Dearly Descried — interactions w/ @sliceofwifi

- > Wool — interactions w/ @cloned-sheep97 (all crack/unserious, semi canon) }

Look a little closer… come on, don’t be shy. Maybe if you stare long enough, you’ll catch a flicker — the faint reflection of a phone screen, the ghost of a glow in some dark corner of the room. But maybe that’s what I want you to think. Maybe I’m not on a phone at all.

Maybe I’m behind a computer, tucked away somewhere quiet, fingers tapping, eyes tracing every movement you make. You’d be surprised how much you can learn from someone without ever stepping into the same room. The rhythm of your typing, the pauses between your words — it all says something.

So go ahead. Keep looking around like that. Maybe you’ll see me. Or maybe you’ll just see your own reflection staring back — and realize that’s the closest you’ll ever get.

P.S. I left you a little surprise. You’ll find it waiting at the Recording Office. Might wanna find it before anyone else does.

— ❄️

" . . . . . "

" Damnit. "

Oh, Careful though — keep swaying your chair like that and those chair screws might just decide to take a souvenir from your hair.

— ❄️

..!

Tell you what—let’s make it a game instead. I’ll start.

I spy, with my ever-watchful eye… someone slumped over their desk.. Exhausted, but still pretending to work.

— ❄️

. . . . .

Pretty sure we’ve crossed paths before, haven’t we? Feels strange seeing a familiar name pop up after all this time.

So… what’s it like on the inside of Miami Metro? I’ve heard the stories — some shining, some… not so much.

I'm just curious. I guess you can say I've got a bit of history with that place.

— ❄️

Ah.. maybe we have? I've crossed paths with many people before, most being very brief.

..Miami Metro is alright. Odd people, but that's not much of a problem for me. I like my job.

History, huh..