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 Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 3:59 pm
Jefferson Memorial
The Jefferson Memorial is a commemorative monument located in Washington, D.C. in honor of Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 5:28 pm
"To Protect One is to Protect Many"
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Throwing a rock across the water of the memorial, Dexter smiled a bit, remembering a time when things were easier. The atmosphere was soothing him, creating a feeling of home. A lot had happened in the last few months, and though it would have been easier for him to forget, remembering the past would help him mold into a better person in the future.
Since his brothers death, he couldn't kick the feeling that he should have been there however. If he could have just stayed for another day, he may have changed the outcome and been able to save him. If he had gone back he could have taken revenge on the murderers, or at least found them and given them a good beating. Even though all of these thoughts were weighing heavy on his mind at all times, he couldn't let this tear him apart. He had to stay strong, just like he taught Jamie in the past. A sudden sound on the water snapped him out of his train of thought, though he realized it was just a duck quacking for some food.
As he walked to the bench nearby, he took his backpack off and opened it up. He had always carried a pen and notebook since he was small. It was a way for him to communicate with himself in a sense; he would write reminders, ideas for books, and even the events of his day. Clicking out the ballpoint of his pen, he sat slowly on the bench and started to write in the book, looking up to view the pond every now and then. "This is my future..." he muttered quietly as he concentrated on his writing, his pen slowly waving around as it worked his thoughts into the book. "...maybe something exciting will happen soon..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 10:30 pm
"To Protect One is to Protect Many"
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After some time writing his thoughts down in his notebook, Dexter smiled and leaned against the back of the bench, his eyes fixated on the water. The beauty of the stars in the night shining upon the water made him feel more at ease, his eyes drifting closed somewhat as he rested on the bench. It had been a while since he had any proper sleep, and his eyes were starting to get tired.
"Wake up" he told himself, raising his head one more and checking the area for anyone that may have been nearby. Still being new to the city, he was not sure what to expect out of the citizens and unsure of the danger of drifting in this area. "Not like I haven't fallen asleep on a bench in the past, but maybe I should go home."
As he stood, he noticed a man walking past in a ragged outfit, tall and seemingly homeless. Dexter flashed a bit of a smile in the direction of the man and started walking towards him. He wasn't sure where he was going to sleep that night as he was still looking for an apartment, though he figured that maybe a homeless man could still point him towards a hotel in the area. As he got closer, he began to speak in his usual kind voice.
"Hi there, could you possibly..." He noticed the man reach into his pocket and grab onto something as he was speaking, and decided to proceed a bit more cautiously, "point me in the direction of a hotel?" He slowly positioned himself in a way that would be easier for him to move from any item the homeless man may have had in his hand, including a gun.
As the man's hand came from his coat pocket, Dexter saw it had looked like a gun, and didn't wait to respond. He quickly lunged forward, his leg pushing him from his stance with intense speed. Pushing his hand into the mans chest, and with a flat palm slammed him to the ground, knocking the gun out of his hand. There was a quick scream before the man hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him and putting him in a daze.
He didn't want to hurt the guy, but he didn't see the point of letting himself die. Raising a hand to the man, Dexter punched him in the chin and watched as his head started to lay loosely on the ground. There was some blood coming from the mans nose, and though the man had pulled a gun, Dexter was concerned enough to still wish to help him.
"Guess I need to take him to the hospital." he said aloud, standing up and grabbing onto the homeless mans collar. "Come on, lets get you to a safe place." Looking to the busy streets of the city, he sighed and slowly lifted the man, carrying him off to find a hospital.
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