| Appearences by: | Bob Bishop, Claire Bennet, Daniel Linderman, Elle Bishop, Ignatius Kane, Izekeal Queen, Molly Walker, Nathan Petrelli, Sylar, Tracy Strauss, and Winter McKindrick |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 4 |
| Date: | November 3, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Nathan and Tracy's scenes are a flashback from What Happens In Vegas.
Nathan and Tracy
Las Vegas, Nevada
Nathan: As they stepped simultaneously into the elevator, Nathan found his they stepped simultaneously into the elevator, Nathan found himself fussing with his cufflinks, a sure sign that he was nervous. Granted, should one have looked at
Nathan: his facial features, they would have seen the expression of a man in control. He was composed, a flawless mask of stone. What would a future US Senator have to worry about from some old man? That was what he ordinarily would have
Nathan: been thinking. But this was Daniel Linderman they were talking about. Suspected mob boss, and one of the most powerful men in the country. They were literally stepping into the belly of the beast, and a part of Nathan was wondering
Nathan: if they would ever see the light of day again. Hitting the button of the elevator, he stepped into place beside Tracy, staring straight ahead even as he spoke out to her. "…You positive about this?" He knew what to expect, going
Nathan: into this. Linderman was a monster like none other. A true wolf in sheep's clothing. Tracy, on the other hand? Well…as professional as she may be, this was stepping into a realm she knew nothing about. Unfortunately, Nathan had
Nathan: no idea that the same would soon apply to himself, as well.
Tracy: She pulled at that blouse over her upper torso, glancing down at it to make sure she looked presentable. What was about to happen was crucial to her future; either she was going to get some answers, or she may die trying. She hoped
Tracy: Noah's advice on coming to see this man, this Linderman, would prove itself worthy. Otherwise, she was about to make a huge mistake, one that could cost her everything. A glance at Nathan as she stepped into the elevator beside him,
Tracy: running her hands down that black skirt of hers to smooth it out. She stood up straight and looked forward at the doors that drifted closed, the lit button on the elevator panel chosen and leading them where they needed to go. Blues
Tracy: made their way to Nathan Petrelli, the very attractive Senator with whom she'd come quite familiar with. What were the chances that their collision into one another, the first they'd had in about a month, would be to have a meeting
Tracy: with the same person? There had to have been a reason, and Tracy was determined to figure it out. "As sure as I can be." She responded to him with sincerity, running fingertips across that pearl necklace around her neck. "We've got
Tracy: to get to the bottom of this, Nathan, or we're just going to be pawns in someone's game of Chess. And, sorry, but I don't do pawn very well — I like to get in the game."
Elle and Sylar
Primatech Research
Elle: ::Elsewhere in a place more significant, Elle was preparing for the meet with her father. A mixture of emotions were flooding through her: nervousness, excitement, hope…fear? She wasn't all too sure why, but something was tellin
Elle: -g her that despite Gabriel's promises and words of encouragement something was going to go terribly wrong. She'd been the one driving the car this time, breaking ever traffic law possible. Rather reckless but it got them there i
Elle: -n an impeccable about of time. Parked outside of Primatech Research she gripped the steering wheel a tad bit tighter, she could feel the electricity beneath her skin aching to be released a few stray sparks sputtering off of her f
Elle: -orm. Deep breaths, that's all she needed to take. Or so said the shrinks. This method was surprisingly effective though it didn't quell her nerves completely. Turning to Gabriel she gave the best fake smile she could manage, try
Elle: -ing to put on the front that everything was going smoothly. "Looks like we're here…ready to go in?" 'Please say no, please say no!' She missed her father, very much in fact, but losing his respect was something she never wante
Elle: -d to face. Something she couldn't face. Keys were turned and taken out of the ignition, leaving them in complete silence.::
Sylar: Strangely enough, Sylar was going over the various promises that he'd made to Elle as well, tossing and turning them over in his mind as dark, chocolate eyes stared idly out of the window. He seemed to be having some sort of
Sylar: internal battle with himself, though on the outside his posture would remain the same. He wanted to kill Bob. For tampering and toying with his memories as though he were just some…insignificant thing. What right did he have to
Sylar: make him forget…whatever it was that had taken place. Could it have been so horrible that he needed to forget? Or maybe Elle had been tricking him this entire time. Maybe this was just some sort of clever plot to have him willing-
Sylar: ly brought in. No…she wouldn't do something like that. He knew her better than that? Did he? He hated Bob. He loved her. Power. Revenge. Rage. Love. All of these things reverberated over and over, until it was almost deafening.
Sylar: Closing his eyes shut for a moment, he purged himself of all thought, until only Elle's voice remained, ringing in his ears. "Hm. Does it matter? We're here now, it's not as though we're going to turn around and leave." He silently
Sylar: climbed out of the car, waiting for her to follow him as he approached the building. "Everything will be fine. Relax." Now if only he could convince himself.
Nathan: "You're a stronger person than most." Which he'd always known, but the man still felt the need to vocalize it. She continued to impress him with her strength and fortitude, not so much because she was a woman as the fact that..
Nathan: well, look at the situation they were currently involved in. Struggling with abilities that they knew next to nothing about, going to meet with a man that could possibly (and probably) have them executed on the spot, despite their
Nathan: political positions. Had he been a slightly lesser man, Nathan would have been scared shitless at this point. But he had a job to do, and he would see it through to the end. Whether that was his end, or in general, remained to be
Nathan: seen however. "We'll be fine, I promise. Just…stay behind me. Get too close to that snake, and he might just sink his fangs into you." They emerged on the top floor of the casino now, the doors hissing open before they found
Nathan: themselves in a suite filled with priceless artifacts. He was more focused on the elderly man sitting behind the desk, however. Not to mention the goons with their guns worn visibly. Great. Stepping out, he strode towards Daniel,
Nathan: watching as he sat their seemingly oblivious, scribbling furiously on a paper. "…Linderman.
Tracy: She looked at Nathan and gave a small smirk at his comment about how strong she was. It was true; while Tracy very rarely tooted her own horn, she knew that she had become quite the cold-hearted bitch over her years in politics.
Tracy: It's amazing how a career in politics can turn a saint into a sinner. What had once started out with intentions to make the world a better place, Tracy found her career being just as dirty, just as scandalous and self-serving, as
Tracy: the next politician. Sure, she wasn't the one actually implementing policies, but she was the one making sure the public went with policies their elected officials wanted to implement. Where Nathan was the face of a policy, Tracy
Tracy: was the means. Which was why she was so fearless; there was rarely a situation Miss Strauss couldn't get herself out of. She hoped, and prayed, that this would prove no different. So, when those elevator doors parted, and Nathan
Tracy: stepped out into the suite, Tracy was sure to follow. Heeled stiletto shoes clack-clacked their way across the tile floor as she stepped inside, looking over the artifacts in the room. From prehistoric weaponry to paintings, Tracy
Tracy: found herself mesmerized. Icy blue orbs found a picture of a woman, a blonde woman, seemingly staring at her reflection through a split surface. On one side of the surface, the woman stared confidently forward. On the other, the
Tracy: same woman seemed mesmerized by what she saw. Is that me? No…no, it's not. Finally, blues found the elderly man behind the desk who Nathan spoke to. Tracy licked her lips expectantly, taking all the necessary preparations to start
Tracy: speaking. But, she didn't. Not yet; she just waited.
Linderman: Daniel Linderman didn't pay either of them any mind, instead just continuing to bring his pen all over the paper that was stretched out over his desk. His pale brows were furrowed in concentration, oblivious to anything and
Linderman: everything around him. The guards surrounding his desk were looking back and forth at one another, knowing better than to interrupt but wondering what the hell that the boss was doing. Finally, he put down the pen, taking a deep sigh
Linderman: of content before finally looking up at Nathan and Tracy, eyes widening in surprise. "Nathan! Look at you, the very spitting image of your father. And you are…Miss Strauss, are you not? Wonderful, this is working out better than I
Linderman: expected!" He clapped his hands together once, a smile brightening up his face. Was this really the behavior of a mob boss? A killer? He looked like somebody's grandfather. "Tell me, Nathan. When you look…" He grabbed the paper,
Linderman: standing up and moving around to the other side of the desk before showing it to the both of them. It was a rendition of new york city, with an explosion having just detonated. It wasn't the most detailed picture in the world, but
Linderman: you got the jist of what it was meant to be. …this. What do you see?"
Elle: "No I guess we can't…" Getting out of the car she jogged to catch up to him, grabbing a hold of his hand. "Mine as well get this whole thing over and done with." Once they were inside she would head immediately to the right pull
Elle: -ing him along until she came to an elevator. Punching in the five digit access code, she waited for the green signal before moving on. And to think that they let her leave without changing any of the access codes, kind of stupid.
Elle: Though maybe her father had hopes she'd be returning to him after all. Once on the elevator she'd press the button for the second floor, watching as the doors closed. There was a camera in the upper right-hand corner, red light fla
Elle: -shing as they were monitored. Elle didn't really like being monitored, but decided against taking the camera out. Her father would only tell her the importance of the cameras and why they should be left alone. A lecture on her f
Elle: -irst day seeing him in a couple of weeks was not wanted. "You nervous at all?" She asked looking up at him. He probably was. Who wouldn't be? He was technically meeting the father of his girlfriend to be honest, even though he
Elle: wanted to murder the man, which hopefully he wouldn't attempt to do. As the doors opened, she pulled him along again turning around the corner to the right. Her father's office was only a few steps down the hall now. The mahogany
Elle: door seemed to be glaring at her as she stood in front of it. Without even bothering to knock she just waltzed in. "Daddy?"
Bob: Elle had come and gone and come again, but Bob remained the same. He had been alerted that both Elle and apparently Sylar were on the premises, both headed towards his office. Instead of firing up an alarm or shutting down the
Bob: facility, he just waved the men off, nodding his head slowly without even bothering to look up from a file that he'd been reading. The other agents, while alarmed, just complied to let them pass and went about their business,
Bob: reluctantly leaving the head of the company to do as he would. When Elle came waltzing in he peered at her over the top of the papers, then cutting to Sylar as he followed close behind, before continuing to read. "Nice of you to
Bob: join us, sweetheart. I've been expecting you." He reached for one of the solid gold pens that lie on his desk, twisting it until the tip came out before marking something down. "And you even managed to bring in Sylar. Very nice work
Bob: , Elle." He put the files down, a smile apparent on his otherwise dull features as he crossed his fingers together. "Nabbing the most dangerous evolved human in the world. I'm proud of you, dear."
Molly: She had trouble closing her eyes, not completely, not while in this place. The walls always seemed to creep closer and closer, as if wanting to reach out and grab her with metaphysical hands. She laid on the small cot with it's
Molly: stiff mattress with a spring threatening to poke it's way out, crammed into the furthest corner from the door. She kept her back straight against the wall, knees brought to her chest, with her short arms tucked around her legs. She
Molly: was so tired, more tired than anything, and still she couldn't allow herself to sleep. She closed her eyes and the monsters became real, so very real; almost tangible. Her brown hair fell in strangles and twists across her shoulders
Molly: with several strands to frame her youthful face. She kept her eyes open, focused on the distant wall, pretending she was somewhere else. It was easy to pretend, imagining being at home with her Mom and Dad. She could almost smell
Molly: the warm cookies in the oven, the chocolate chips melting into the hot dough. If she listened carefully, the radio was playing softly in the background, some old tune from the seventies that her Mother loved so much. How many times
Molly: she promised herself her Mother or Father would come and find her, drag her from this awful place. It was hard to face the reality they were never coming to take her home, never coming to smile and hold her hand and
Molly: and tell her she was a good girl. A soft sniffle, Molly rolled onto her side, legs tucked to her chest; a single finger wiped her dampened cheeks.
Sylar: Sylar would never have guessed that there was a facility like this, especially considering the fact that it was right in the middle of New York City. He'd always thought of his ability, of all abilities, like this..huge, enormous
Sylar: secret. It always made him feel more..unique, more special, thinking of it in such a manner. And now, knowing that there was an entire company that knew about him? That had tried to hunt him down? Sylar was pissed. Even still, he
Sylar: managed to keep a level head about him. He'd need to, otherwise his emotions would just get the best of him. "I'm fine." He wasn't nervous, not really. If anything, he was anxious. All the answers he held…they would finally be
Sylar: answered in this place. He was pulled along, not saying a word as they travelled down the hall, and finally, they were apparently at her father's office. Stepping inside with only slight hesitance, a moment later he was wondering
Sylar: why he'd ever hesitated at all. Bob Bishop…was a joke. A fat, bald, miserable looking joke. He couldn't help it, he laughed. He'd been imagining some vicious, demonic hulk of a man..and he got this? Were they fucking serious? So
Sylar: caught up in his amusement, he almost missed the words the man said next. "…Bring me in? Nice work?" He was proud of her? Elle had better explain something quick, or they were all fucking dead. Dark eyes flashed that dangerous
Sylar: glint, her hand release as his fingers curled out of reflex. She had three seconds.
Nathan: "Don't say another word about my father." How dare this son of a bitch talk like they were old friends? Like this was some kind of sunday brunch, and there weren't men standing on guard with weapons ready to make him resemble swiss
Nathan: cheese. To be honest, he was rather taken aback by the warm greeting from Linderman, though the shock was swiftly wiped clean from his face. And then he was asking him about some picture he'd drawn, Nathan actually studying it for a
Nathan: moment, one brow quirking in confusion. "…What the hell is this, Linderman? You renovation plans for a new casino in New York?" Skepticism dripped from his lips like poison, Nathan didn't have time for this crap.
Tracy: Tracy stared at the elderly man with wonder. This is definitely not what I was expecting. The man seemed so kind, so gentle, so loving and care-free. Was this really the man Nathan had described to her? Was this the mastermind
Tracy: behind it all? Truth be told, she almost found it hard to believe. But that didn't stop her from sizing the man up; underestimating him could prove dangerous for both she and Nathan, and the last thing she wanted to do was get
Tracy: Nathan in any kind of trouble because she had suggested they storm Linderman's office together. She gave a nod when Linderman asked if she was, in fact, Miss Strauss. And when that picture was shown, she took a peek at that as
Tracy: well. "Is that an explosion in New York?" She asked him curiously. She had seen something similar to it in one of the paintings in the suite. Her head tossed over her shoulder, looking for it. But, unfortunately, all of the
Tracy: paintings were facing the opposite way and she had no view of it from where she stood. A glance back at Linderman as she waited for a response.
Linderman: "Same old Nathan, always quick to throw out some of that sharp wit." The man chortled, before looking to Tracy with a surprised grin. "Very good, Ms. Strauss! A keen eye for detail, I liked that. No, Nathan…this is the future. A
Linderman: future that I would like to see you at the forefront of." He put the paper back down on the desk, before leaning against it. "Actually, it was just a picture my grandson drew in art class. Nothing…incriminating." And with a hand
Linderman: motion, his men were assaulting Nathan, ripping open the front of his shirt and pulling out the wires there. "Ahem. Now that our friends in that van outside are out of the equation, lets get down to business. Now.." He began to walk
Linderman: around them, hands behind his back. "Picture this, if you would. A cataclysmic event..so terrible that it would change the face of our world, forever. People lost…chaos reigning. All hope is at an end. And then, out of the ether,
Linderman: comes our savior. A beacon of light in the darkness. That beacon? That beacon is you, Nathan. Or at least..it will be.
Elle: ::A confused expression came over her face? "What are yo—" looking down at her now released hand she stared up at him. "Gabriel… I promise I have no idea what he's saying…" This could not be happening. Was her father trying
Elle: to set her up or something, get them all killed? For what purpose did it serve. Gabriel just had to know that she was telling the truth, did she really seem like the type to be patient enough to pull something like that off? Prob
Elle: -ably if she was incredibly desperate but he just had to know that something was not adding up. "Are you seriously going to believe this!?" The fact that he was even going along with this proved that he was easily manipulated and
Elle: didn't really trust her as much as he pretended to. Grabbing his one of his hands with both she'd send little jolts into his skin hopefully low enough to calm him down. Eyes then turned to glance at her father once again. This wa
Elle: -s suppose to be the part where she told him how much she missed him, how she wanted her job back, and how she wanted any answers as to their lost memories, but now everything seemed to loose perspective. "Maybe I shouldn't have co
Elle: -me back here…" Honestly though. At least while she was on the road with Gabriel she didn't have to worry about any secret hatched schemes or fear that he planned to double cross her sooner or later. There was no telling what wa
Elle: -s running through his mind now.::
Bob: Elle had to admit, the pieces fit together perfectly. She conveniently allowed him to follow her in Las Vegas, came up with a bunch of crap about mysterious feelings that she held for him? Allowed him to kill her boyfriend in cold
Bob: blood. It all fit together in such a perfect way that Sylar would have had no choice but to believe in her, believe in this…fabrication. As casual as ever, Bob shuffled with a few documents sitting on his desk, as though there
Bob: wasn't a super powered serial killer preparing to rip open his skull. "Isn't it obvious, Mr. Grey? My daughter never intended to leave behind the Company. It was all just an act, a ruse. She laid out the breadcrumbs, and you followed
Bob: them like the naive child that you are. Did you really think the Company would allow a villainous psychopath such as yourself to roam free?" He chuckled as though he were telling some joke around the water cooler, stacking the
Bob: papers neatly before reaching for a peppermint. "What's your ability, again? Intuitive Aptitude? And yet you didn't see this coming. Hm."
Claire Bennet
Las Vegas, Nevada
Claire: Well, wasn't this just the best day ever. One day you're kidnapped by two people who you'd almost wish left you behind, and the next you're abandoned by them in the most literal sense. She'd been sitting on her bed, wondering what
Claire: the hell happened for the past hour now. No note. No directions. No nothing. Well, even if they had left behind something to do, there was no guarantee the sullen teenager would do it. Apparently, though, they'd decided to end their
Claire: little vacation with her without a memo. 'You were too annoying,' she could hear the bright-eyed woman say. Claire, of course, would've had something to spit back at a remark like that, but there was nothing to bicker with, or for.
Claire: She was, in a word, stranded. Her phone was long dead from lack of charging and her father hadn't answered his cell the past 5 times she'd called from the hotel. She'd considered calling home, but that just didn't seem like a good
Claire: idea. Her mother might not be able to take her little girl stuck in Sin City. Clenching her grey eyes shut, she frowned, groaning softly as she rubbed at her forehead. How long was this room rented out for, anyway? This lack of
Claire: information..it was pissing her off. She couldn't do anything. Not a damn thing. Finally, she stood, pausing to glance at the room before grabbing her cheer bag and giving herself the once over in the mirror before slipping out the
Claire: door. The keycard was shoved in the pocket of newly purchased jeans, as her hand slid to the back pocket, lingering temporarily over the spot where a thin paper card was stored. Fingers twitched, but finally fell away, and she
Claire: sighed breathily instead, heading for the stairs down to the second floor and escalator. Pretty soon, her grey gaze would be on the front glass doors. It was time to do something.
Ignatius: ::That young miss Claire had been a delightful young lady to converse with. As for her friend…oh, what was her name again? He couldn't recall. He did not bother to remember fake names. She had been more brash…her presence
Ignatius: had made it considerably difficult to talk candidly with the cheerleader. Nonetheless he had given her everything she needed to contact him, as well as a generous gift to express good will. He had not spoken to her long, but had
Ignatius: picked up a need to help others in her tone, her body language, the way she looked when he told her what her ability could potentially do for others…He was confident that she would eventually see things his way. In the meantime,
Ignatius: he couldn't very well fetter all his time away in this admittedly lavish hotel, now could he? The man was dressed to the nines, standing out among the crowd with his expensive suit and the cane with a golden orb at the end. Those
Ignatius: in the know whispered as he passed, recognizing him as that wealthy CEO of that pharmaceutical company. But he hadn't the time to talk to passers-by. He was already headed toward those front glass doors, where a black stretch limo
Ignatius: and a chauffeur waited outside, almost certainly for him. But he stopped as his hand grasped the door's handle, pausing and looking back over his shoulder, perhaps wondering what Miss Claire was doing up in that room, wondering
Ignatius: if she was still pondering the things he'd told her::
Sylar: Sylar honestly didn't know who to trust, at this point. At a time he would have just said fuck it and killed the both of them, already tired of their deceitful ways. But that was before he'd met Elle, before he'd fallen for her
Sylar: through the existence of a connection that neither of them could readily explain. Was he truly ready to forget everything that had happened these past few days, and turn against her? He felt the sudden jolts delivered through his
Sylar: arm, stinging sensation bringing him out of the state of contemplation that he'd been caught up in. She was so sincere…so convincing, it would be a simple matter to believe the blonde's words. But then the words of Bob oozed into
Sylar: his ear like poison, nostrils flaring as his dark eyes cut towards the man sitting so calmly behind the desk. "…I should have seen this coming." He wasn't affirming Bob's statement, so much as reiterating it. Should he have,
Sylar: really? He'd been so blind…like a moth to the flame. A apt comparison, seeing as how Elle had called to him stronger than any ability ever could. "Why?" Though he was still glaring at Bishop, the words were obviously directed
Sylar: towards the one that held his hand. Hollow, furious, hurt.
Elle: ::As her father sat at his desk shuffling his papers like none of this really mattered, telling those blatant lies she couldn't help but get a little upset. "Y-you… bastard!" She'd never called her father out of his name before
Elle: but there was a first time for everything. He was seriously going to betray her like this, and right when she was standing there? The hand that wasn't clutching Gabriel's began to spark, anger growing by the second as he just flip
Elle: -ped through his papers. "Don't… listen to him." He was honestly listening to this bullshit? Why would she sit here and deny it in front of her father? It was apparent that she was on Gabriel's side wasn't it? Hand rose a fer
Elle: -ocious stream of electrical energy sparking the papers that were on her father's desk setting them alight. "You're a liar! I didn't plan any of this!" And apparently the company would allow a psychopath on the loose after all s
Elle: -he did have free roam. "You know what…" she snatched her hand out of Gabriel's backing away from the both of them. "If you're not going to believe me then I don't want anything to do with you." Apparently he was just going to
Elle: forget everything that had happened in Vegas and Disney World, just because the words of a man he just met didn't settle well with him. "For someone so smart you're fucking stupid!"
Bob: If Bob was surprised by Elle's sudden exclamation, he didn't show it. Instead he bent forward over his desk, reading something from one of the files with a close eye. "Young lady, watch your language…" he said absentmindedly,
Bob: reaching across the desk for his phone. Pressing one of the button, he spoke through the speaker. "Eileen, order another dozen cases of printing ink." Such a simple phrase from a man that made a living ordering the capture of
Bob: evolved humans. When the papers were set on fire he didn't even bother looking up, instead reaching for a glass of water, sending the contents splashing over the flames and putting them out. Finally he acknowledged the two of them,
Bob: fingers intertwining. "Quit behaving like a child, Elle. Now if we're done with the theatrics…" He slowly braced his palms against the desk, rising from his seat. Moving around it, he made his way past them and out into the
Bob: hallway. "You've always been of interest to us, Mr. Gray. I believe it's time to show you what happened, when the two of you originally met?" Like a fisherman baiting his prey, he knew that the two would latch onto this little piece
Bob: of information. Hook, line, and sinker. "Follow me."
Claire: Claire, like every other girl her age, had moments of indecisiveness. More often than not, she made smart choices. She didn't do drugs, did her homework, and always came home after the quarterback attempted to rape her. So, pay-phone
Claire: why* didn't she just go with her gut instinct and dial the number? Because it meant staying away from home longer? Stretched the time away from her friends and family? Well, mostly family..there was a pang of guilt in her chest as
Claire: silently wondered if Jackie…No. This wasn't the time to think of that. She couldn't do anything for her. …She couldn't do anything for anyone. Not even herself. Why was she afraid of that man? He couldn't hurt her. Not really.
Claire: She'd just sew herself back up again. Was it the fact that if someone had seen her, Claire's reputation of an average school girl would be tarnished? Of course not. It was..more than that. She'd been helpless then, and she was
Claire: helpless now. She could blame her age, saying it would be hard for any sixteen year old to survive on her own in a place she didn't know, but in her head it just sounded like a cheap copout. Gripping the bag at the top as she moved
Claire: out the door, she paused just long enough to find a pay-phone. Screw it. Shoving in a few coins, she picked up the phone piece, cradling it against her ear as she fished for that card, inputing the correct numbers as she did so.
Claire: Eyes wandered over the random scribbles past users and artists had made on the machine, sucking in a bit of air as she waited for someone to answer. If and when that time came, the one on the other end would hear an inquisitive
Claire: voice, "…Mr. Kane? It's Claire."
Ignatius: ::The card actually put her in touch with his office, though he'd given his secretary instructions to forward important calls to his cell, with Claire being a priority. He was just about to leave the hotel when the phone went
Ignatius: off. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled it out, finding that the call came from a pay phone. By no means indicative, but it still gave him a good feeling. He stepped through the door, into that halfway point in between
Ignatius: the two sets of front doors so he'd be able to hear, then answered:: Hello? Ah, Ms. Claire! How lovely to hear from you. I was just stepping out of the hotel that we first crossed paths at. ::Well, this was a call he knew he
Ignatius: wanted to take, so he stepped outside and into his limo, but held his hand out to instruct the driver not to leave just yet:: Have you been enjoying your stay in Las Vegas? I hope that the funds I gave you improved the mood of
Ignatius: your trip a little bit. Things seemed a bit tense between you and your traveling companion. Oh, but listen to me, going on and boring you. Do forgive me. I'm sure you didn't call just to socialize. So tell me, my dear, what can
Ignatius: I do for you?
Winter McKendrick
New York, New York
Winter: Winter once again found herself alone, and scared, in the middle of New York City. She had no real home, no real friends; and her family was scattered across the United States. The night was closing in, and Winter couldn't bear [or
Winter: bare? o.o] to sleep in the Hotel room again. Those heels she wore clicked along the pavement, her arms folding in her chest as she came up to a club - she had heard of it. It was full of wealthy people who liked to spend their cash
Winter: on strippers and bottles of overly expensive Vodka. Well, she would just have to take advantage. Sneaking to the front of the line, Winter set herself in front of the two bouncers that were denying her access. "Sorry, Miss. You're n
Winter: ot on the list." They spoke in a deep, I-mean-business tone and no negotiating was going to help her case. "Are you sure? You should check again.." A wicked smile became apparent on her crimson lips, as her hand rose to caress the b
Winter: ouncer's cheek; her other finger touched the second bouncer's hand. Just then, something came over them both. "You should really let me in.." She said in a seductive, cat-like voice. The bouncers spoke not a word, and simply moved o
Winter: ut of her way - and then she was in. Emerald hues scanned the darkened club, and decided to play it cool for a few.
Izekeal: There was plenty of violence in New York. Someone getting shot, someone getting robbed, someone doing something to someone else. Izzy was hoping that this fact would not make him stand out too much, especially since he was holding a
Izekeal: baseball bat. But, his brother and that friend of his didn't show up today. "Baka." He shook his head, tossing the bat to the ground. It would tax him since he was still maintaining it's form, but since he hadn't learned how to un-pr
Izekeal: -oject something he projected separately from the rest, it would have to lie until he returned home. Both hands were shoved into his jean pockets, arms resting against the dark purple shit he had on as he walked down the street fro
Izekeal: -m the takeout place. There wasn't a damned thing to do in Odessa, which explains why Izzy got comfortable at home and "made a trip" to the city that was open almost all day. Eyes scanned the area as he travelled, looking for someth
Izekeal: -ing fun to occupy his time until he couldn't keep his form up anymore. There's clubbing, stealing, mooning, sex, clubbing… He almost stopped in his tracks, realizing he repeated an option. Well, he thought, continuing his walk, a
Izekeal: -pparently that's what I wanna do. And with a smile, he began his search for a club. There had to be plenty, and since he knew of a way in for free, any of these 'prestigious establishments' were ripe for the picking. All he had to
Izekeal: do was pick one. Hey, it was either clubbing in New York or stealing money in Vegas…
Sylar: How could this son of a bitch just sit there so smug, like they didn't even matter. Elle's pleas were drowned out for the time being, his fingers curling as he prepared to pin Bob to the wall and rip his skull open, as he had so
Sylar: many before him. But the promise he'd made to the girl rang in his ears, red anger cooling as he relaxed his hand. Then, Elle was pulling away from him, obviously disgusted over the fact that he didn't trust her. If this was acting,
Sylar: it was damn convincing. "Wait. It's…I do believe you." Bishop. He had been the cause of this, right from the very start. It would be so easy to just kill him…everything would be so much better. Elle would eventually get over the
Sylar: loss of her father, just as she had with Caleb. But then the man was presenting an interesting offer, one that Sylar was too curious not to take. "You can return our memories?" Finally, the missing link tying the two of them
Sylar: together would be revealed. He didn't trust Bob…but he would take his word for the time being. If he made a single wrong move, however, he would die right then and there. So, with one long look to Elle, he followed her father down
Sylar: the hall.
Elle: The fact that her father could remain calm in such a tense situation always was something she admired about the man. However now wasn't the time for admiration, it was the time to start slinging electricity around the room frying
Elle: either one of them. As the orbs in her palms began to brighten and intensify they slowly dimmed away into nothing. Getting her memories back was the reason why she came here in the first place. She couldn't lose sight of that now
Elle: regardless how pissed off she was getting. "Whatever." She walked past Gabriel brushing up against him roughly as she did so following behind her father. Electricity was crackling amidst her fingertips as the anticipation of the m
Elle: -oment grew with every step that she took. The fact that Gabriel had been considering to just kill her father and be done with it registered through her mind, she knew he was thinking it. After all she was beginning to think it he
Elle: -rself. Ever since finding out about the testing and what not, she wasn't going to be so loyally blind to him. She doubted that he was even aware that she knew. A card that she may be able to play to her advantage later. Still t
Elle: -hough she cared about the man, and if Gabriel though he was going to get off scott free like he did with killing Caleb then he was sadly mistaken.::
Bob: Bob led the duo down the long hallway, lined with doors parallel to one another the entire ways down. Stopping at one, he peered inside, nodding to himself before swinging the door wide and permitting the three entrance. When they
Bob: stepped inside, they would find the space to be rather featureless, aside from two hospital beds complete with monitoring equipment and IV stands. Obviously he'd been preparing for this moment for some time now, considering the
Bob: room didn't really serve any other purpose. There was already a man there, a doctor that Elle may or may not have vaguely recognized from the videos Caleb had shown her. "Please, lie down." Bob closed the door behind them, motioning
Bob: with a hand towards the beds. The IV bags were filled with a small amount of red liquid, no doubt recognized as blood. "This is a sample from an old colleague of mine. His ability was quite similar to that of your friend Claire's,
Bob: dear. It will repair the damage done to you, make you remember everything." And then, the doctor would proceed with setting them up, hands moving quickly as he slid the probe into their veins.
Claire: After an embarrassing mix up, her face flushed slightly, the secretary patiently informing her that she'd be patched on to Mister Kane immediately. Sheepishly thanking her, she found herself repeating the introduction as soon as the
Claire: ringing picked up the second time. So, he was still around. Good. There was a hint of appreciative laughter in her tone as he commented on the card, nodding slightly even though he couldn't see it. Or could he? Where was he anyway?
Claire: "Yeah, thanks for that..I needed a new outfit." Craning her neck around, she supposed he had to be out of sight, or at least hidden by tourists. "Yeah…um…I did some thinking…about what you said. I still have a few
Claire: questions.." She trailed off, nibbling her bottom lip, then finally released it. This would be it. Here goes, "…but I wanna help."
Ignatius: Well I'm delighted to hear that, Miss Claire! And I am certainly pleased to answer any questions you may have…Ah…if you don't mind me asking, where are you now? I could arrange to have you picked up as soon as possible. And I
Ignatius: assure you that my employees are professionals and would treat you as nothing less than an honored guest of mine ::He did not seem to realized based on his words that she was in the very building he had just stepped out of. Young
Ignatius: people on vacation had a tendency to move about all over the place, and he had probably assumed she did the same thing.:: I'm still in Las Vegas at the moment, but I can drop what I'm doing immediately in order to meet with you. I
Ignatius: am serious when I say that you take priority over anything else, Miss Claire. Your contributions are that important.
Winter: Her fingers traced over the cheek of a very rich male suitor. He was going on and on about how he had invested money, and then became rich overnight. Winter rolled her eyes lightly, and when she touched him, he immediately stopped s
Winter: peaking. A soulless, cold look overcame his features. "Go get me a drink.." Her fingers pushed onto his chest. He turned around and without a word, went and did exactly as she asked him to. He came back moments later with a glass of
Winter: ..well, she didn't exactly know, but it was tasty. He sat down before her, his facial expressions drained. "Now I need you to do me a favor, Big shot. You need to give me all of your information - I want all your credit cards, checks
Winter: , cash and your social security number." That coy smirk played upon her lips. "Might as well give me the keys to your vacant condo and that shiny new BMW outside." She shrugged; and he began to do just that. He handed his wallet ove
Winter: r to her, along with every bit of information she could need and the keys to her new car. "Thanks." Shoving all of her newly acquired items into her bag, Winter stood up and began to wheedle through the crowd of the club, looking for
Winter: an exit.
Izekeal: Clubbing was suddenly out of the question when he past by a particular club. People dressed VERY nicely, chauffeurs, and shiny cars driven by said chauffeurs. Jackpot. Izzy smiled, looking to the people constantly enter. A plan for
Izekeal: -mulated in his mind very quickly, but there was only one flaw: How the HELL am I gonna get it back to Odessa? Izzy stopped outside of the fancy club, looking at the expensive vehicles that lined the street, eyeing something blue at
Izekeal: the curb: a mailbox, one of the blue ones. Wow, I actually have a purpose or this now. Granted, he couldn't shove the entire car in there — god, if ONLY — but he could make due with the circumstances he was given. Izzy made his wa
Izekeal: -y to an alley, suddenly disappearing from site. At that same time, his body in Odessa woke up, form shifting from its pose in the arm chair. He flung the bat in his hand to to the floor, standing up and looking around. He had to ge
Izekeal: -t everything right before his return to New York…
Sylar: With purpose, Sylar followed behind Bob, not even bother to look over at Elle as she walked beside him. She couldn't really expect him just to believe her like that, could she? It was…how was he supposed to know who was lying?
Sylar: It all just flowed together so perfectly, and he'd already been expecting something like this to occur from the start. When they made it into the room, he eyed the entire proceeding suspiciously, last thing he wanted was to be was
Sylar: drugged up by this man. But the explanation seemed sound enough, and if Elle truly was in on this, it wasn't like he'd drug her up as well. Lying down, he allowed them to set up, not even wincing when the needle entered his skin. He
Sylar: tried to relax, the small reserve of blood flowing into his veins and entering his own bloodstream, to repair the damage done to his memories. He focused on that missing gap, simultaneously praying that whatever he found wouldn't
Sylar: lead to the conclusion that he needed to kill both of them. Well, her at least.
Elle: ::As they entered the room she most certainly recognized the man from the video and wasn't all too thrilled to have him in such a close proximity to her. This situation already had her sparking out of control out of anger, the last
Elle: thing she really needed was to see him. Normally she had better control than this but she didn't even bother to try to keep herself sated. All this medical equipment truly was unsettling, well not really. Needles, knives and all
Elle: that other jazz was just child's play. Still though the conditioning to listen to her father was there, and she found herself subconsciously doing what it was he asked. When he started speaking about his "colleague" she rolled her
Elle: eyes. "If you got the blood from Adam just say so." She'd known Adam very well he'd been one of her favorite pets for years. "And Claire is not my friend." Wherever did he get that idea? If he was watching her which apparently
Elle: given the fact that he'd had all this prepared then he was, then he should know that she despised the girl with a passion. Her mind was still flooded with what she'd find out once she had her memory back so when the needle was ente
Elle: -red she didn't even notice. Hopefully there was nothing incriminating to turn Gabriel against her. When the doctor finished inserting it, he was immediately shocked though not fatally, Elle was making it very clear now for him to
Elle: stay the hell away from her. "Time to get this trip down memory lane started then." Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on what it was she was suppose to remember, like how she met Gabriel, their connection, etc.::
Bob: Bob just took a few steps back, watching with a silent curiosity as they went through the entire process. Soon enough the bags were emptied, meaning that whatever damage they had been dealt due to the Haitian's influence, should now
Bob: be absent. He waited a few more minutes for the blood to take effect, not exactly sue himself how this process was supposed to work. "…Well? Sweetheart, Mr. Gray, how do you feel?"
Claire: She tapped her fingers idly against the side of the phone, "Great." He seemed..unusually gleeful with her phone call, but then again, as far as she knew her blood could cure cancer. Who WOULDN'T be happy to have her working with
Claire: them? And…what good was she just roaming around this place? Even back home…she'd probably just go back to school and have to resume being 'normal', or something close to it. Here…if she could make a difference, she wanted
Claire: to take that chance. No, she needed it. "Actually..I'm at the corner of the hotel. Pay-phone." She explained, unaware that he already knew that. Inwardly, she appreciated the fact that he was being so polite, and genuinely assumed
Claire: that things would proceed as he promised. "I can wait here…or should I head back to the doors?" She turned, glancing toward the street. Maybe she'd be able to spot him now that he knew where to look.
Ignatius: Oh really? Well you know what, you called at a perfect time…how serendipitous. You see, I'm right outside that very hotel. There's a black limo parked next to the building. If you're nearby, why don't you come by and I can
Ignatius: give you a lift to wherever you care to go, and I can answer your questions for you. Truth be told I have a few things I feel I should ask you too. ::He paused momentarily to check his rolex on his left hand. Yes, it was the
Ignatius: perfect time. He had no appointments that he couldn't cancel. It was almost like Claire calling at that specific moment was a stroke of destiny. He kept that little tidbit to himself, though. No need to intimidate her with
Ignatius: spiritual talk, after all::
Izekeal: After having searched for David, his brother, for so long, Izzy had become quite accustomed to life in New York. He'd made a pretty good living there, and a previous contact of his was going to come in handy for once. Izzy reached i
Izekeal: -nto his pocket, pulling out his cell phone as he traveled to the kitchen. A number was dialed and while he patiently waited for the other to pick up, he went searching for a knife. "Hello? Hey, it's Izzy." The other man finally spo
Izekeal: -ke, and Izzy found a nice sharp one. Small enough to not be too stupid looking, but big enough to do the damage he was preparing for. "Yea, I got one for you. I'll drop it by in about five or ten minutes, so be ready…. You know t
Izekeal: -he deal: cash only… Good. See ya then." Izzy tossed the phone onto his bed after returning to his room, going back to the corner where his arm chair rested. He slipped the knife into his right pocket, blade down and carefully sat
Izekeal: , taking in a deep breath. He remembered a pretty little BMW parked outside the club; his destination was inside of it.
Sylar: At first, Sylar had been skeptical as to whether or not the blood would have any healing effect at all. He didn't feel any different, other than a growing sense of irritation when he looked in Bishop's direction. With a grimace he
Sylar: closed his eyes, trying to focus on that gap in memory. Then, there was a flash, a scene in which a younger version of himself and a girl that looked like Elle were sharing pie on his living room floor. This opened the floodgates, a
Sylar: literally slideshow of forgotten thought and memories assailing him, hundreds of scenes that he couldn't recall all rushing back in a single moment. It felt like an eternity as he waded through the past, reliving the moment when
Sylar: he'd been about to take his own life, and then in the next breath, the moment in which he'd killed Trevor Zeitlin. Then, it was over, Sylar sitting up suddenly. The IV was forcibly ripped out with a thought, eyes instantly moving to
Sylar: Elle, accusation stabbing into her being as he waited for her to see what he had seen.
Elle: ::She had been laying there in silence, fingers drumming lightly against her thighs as she waited for the blood's healing properties to take effect. This certainly was taking forever. Eyes were still closed tightly, and suddenly i
Elle: -t his her, the scene played forth in her mind's eye in no particular order but yet it all pieced together perfectly. There were shared kisses, moments where she'd been laying down with him in the bed, and pie. Everything wasn't e
Elle: -ntirely sunshine and roses however she'd betrayed him that much was sure. The memories certainly explained the uncharacteristic emotions she'd been feeling towards him that was for sure. When all was said and done she just opened
Elle: her eyes looking up at the ceiling. There had always been the idea that she'd done something to screw him over, and it turns out it was true. Slowly her head craned to the right staring at him, only to be met with that stare, that
Elle: stare that just seemed to cut right through her. "Gabriel I… I didn't mean for any of that to happen promise…" Oh shit! He was definitely pissed there was no denying that. Pulling the IV out of her hand she rubbed the area a
Elle: bit, blues still focused on him.::
Bob: Bob just waited for them to finish the process, blank expression facing off against Sylar's glare. It was obvious when the actual healing began, considering the slight convulsions of their body. Then, finally, the two snapped out of
Bob: their trance, considering one another. "So as you can see, Mr. Gray, as I said you have always been of some great interest to the Company. Your ability to take the power of others, simply remarkable. We never had any intention of
Bob: simply allowing you to live your life. Whether or not you proved to be a killer was of little consequence. You were just…too adequate of a test subject for us to let go." He saw him as a lab rat, and little else. A better
Bob: understanding of Sylar's ability could enable them to understand ALL evolved humans, or so went the theory. "Don't be upset with Elle. She was just doing her job. She's a company girl, through and through. Isn't that right, dear?"
Claire: "I'll look for you," She offered, murmuring a good bye before hanging up the phone. Nervous? A bit. Understandably so since she hardly knew what she was getting herself into…but she would find out soon enough. And what's getting
Claire: into a car with another stranger? At least this one was offering her work and a chance to prove herself with the talents she was born with and not leaving her in some hotel without a moment's notice. Approaching the building she'd
Claire: emerged from, she was pleased to find a black limo situated precisely where he said it would be. Of course..there were several limos around. Hopefully she was going to knock on the window of the right one. If not? Well..maybe he'd
Claire: spare her the embarrassment and simply roll down a window. "Mr. Kane?"
Ignatius: ::The door opened up as he leaned over and pulled the handle at the sound of her knock and her voice. He greeted her with a friendly smile, hoping to assuage feelings of uncertainty she was probably harboring.:: Claire, thank
Ignatius: you for coming to see me. ::He scooted over in the limo, leaving the right side of the back seat of the limo for her to sit in. True to his wealth and reputation, it was nice and spacious, and had a minibar to boot:: Please, by
Ignatius: all means have a seat and make yourself comfortable. If you would like anything to drink or nibble on, you are more than welcome to help yourself. Where would you like to go, while I'm at it? ::He raised his cane, tapping the
Ignatius: privacy window in between the front and back seats to signal the driver to roll it down in order to hear directions:: Just tell Frederick here. He'll be more than happy to accommodate. That's what I pay him for, after all.
Izekeal: Astral projection was one hell of an ability, and he was glad he owned it. His body in Odessa, Texas, suddenly fell asleep, his astral form appearing in a BMW in New York outside of a club. He wasn't sure how much time he had, so he
Izekeal: immediately went to work, looking for keys. He was sure a chauffeur parked it, but was never sure were they kept keys. After a few minutes of searching, it was clear he was going to have to actually get the keys. Eyes looked up thro
Izekeal: -ugh the windshield, eyeing the chauffeur from the car's parked position, and he suddenly disappeared again, the body in Odessa waking up and inhaling for a second before falling asleep again. This was surely going to put a number on
Izekeal: his body, so he was going to make this quick. Izzy appeared beside the man at a perfect time, seeing as he was waiting on people to arrive or leave, leaving him alone. There was some complaint, but a flashy display of the knife in h
Izekeal: -is pocket quieted the man. "Give me the keys, now." He dragged him over to the vehicle and almost threw him into it, watching as the man scrambled for the matching key. There was some exclamation about 'I can't find it!' but that w
Izekeal: -as retracted when Izekeal jabbed the knife into his left arm. "Find it."
Sylar: "…And you really wanted me to believe you?" He allowed his legs to swing over the edge, Sylar pushing himself to his feet while refusing to relent his cold gaze. "This is the second time, Elle. The SECOND time that you've betrayed
Sylar: me!" He slammed his hand against the bed that he'd been previously lying on. It's supports broke, the structure collapsing underneath the telekinetic pressure that he'd applied. "How am I supposed to believe you this time? When
Sylar: you've done this same damn trick before?" He wanted to believe her, god he did. Because then he could kill her father and then they could be done with this entire business. Of course, she wouldn't like that at all, but after every-
Sylar: thing that Bob had done, he couldn't imagine she still felt the way she did about the man. "You turned me into this." Not to say that he had any regrets, at this point. But right then he hated for for giving him the prospect of
Sylar: a better life…and then taking it all away.
Elle: "No… no!" He was not about to pin this whole thing on her, use her guilt to manipulate the situation to the way he saw fit. "I'm not tricking you!" She pointed to her father, "He is! He's using our memories against us! I tol
Elle: -d you back in the Magic Kingdom that I might have done something to you, don't act so surprised now!" Though technically he had every right to be, after what she just remembered. Him being mad was understandable to a certain exte
Elle: -nt. That was then, this is now. "I-I didn't… I tried to help you…" She wanted to go over and sit beside him, but she instantly thought better of it, especially when he'd broken the bed. Once upon a time she might've believed
Elle: he wouldn't have hurt her, now she wasn't so sure. A frown was on her face, and she stared at him with watery eyes. Everything was just crashing down all around them. Maybe they just weren't meant to be, maybe her father and Benn
Elle: -et had the right idea the entire time. She was a sociopath and he was a monster and vice versa, could there ever really be anything between them? "W-what now…?" Where did they stand? Did he still want to be with her? Did he
Elle: still care about her? Was there relationship irreparably damaged like them?::
Bob: Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots fired off in rapid succession, and Sylar would drop to his knees before Elle's eyes. His face was one of shock, before his eyes darkened, furious gaze turning back at Bob, who held a gun in hand. Then
Bob: he was falling forward, and should Elle look down at his back she'd see three tranquilizer darts sprouting from his back, Sylar rendered unconscious. As though they'd been waiting outside the entire time, when they more than likely
Bob: had, several men entered the room at the sound of the thud, grabbing the unconscious killer underneath his arms before dragging him away from the room. Putting away the gun, he looked to Elle now, giving a soft smile. "You did good,
Bob: Elle. For a moment there I thought you might disappoint me. Welcome home, I'm proud of you"
Claire: The look of relief on her face was evident as she noticed the door open, the same familiar elderly man waiting for her arrival as he'd sad. She cautiously moved to sit inside, observing her surroundings quite closely and not seeing
Claire: anything out of the ordinary. She kindly declined the minibar, not feeling comfortable yet with making herself at home and instead folded her hands in her lap, her bag nestled at her side. When he brought up giving the driver
Claire: instructions, though, her face paled slightly, suddenly recalling how alone she was. "…About that." beginning quietly, she cleared her throat, unimpressed with how weak she was coming off. "I really..don't have anywhere to go r
Claire: right now. My ride..sorta left me." She shrugged lightly, unable to put it any other way. She frowned softly, realizing she must've put a lot of responsibility on this man's shoulders. He'd only asked for her cooperation; maybe he
Claire: assumed she'd have her own place to stay, too, since at the time, she'd had one. Moving a hand to the door handle, she murmured with an unsure voice, "I can leave if you want.."
Ignatius: No no, I'll hear nothing of the sort, Miss Claire. Admittedly…::He drummed his fingers on the golden ball at the end of his cane:: …this is an unanticipated circumstance, but I've worked through trickier conditions than
Ignatius: this before. Do you need a way back to your home? I do own a plane. If you're trying to tell me that you're stranded out here I can arrange to have you taken back to wherever it is you came from. But in the meantime I think we
Ignatius: should try to capitalize on this time. It might not have been under the kinds of conditions we expected, but that doesn't mean we should waste this opportunity. Isn't that right, Miss Claire? ::He turned his attention briefly to
Ignatius: his driver:: Frederick, go ahead and take us out of the strip, if you could. Someplace outside of town with a little less hustle and bustle. ::The driver nodded and put up the privacy window before he began to drive, leaving them
Ignatius: to their conversation:: I believe you said you had some questions for me?
Elle: ::When Gabriel went down her eyes widened in shock as he was pelted with darts. What the fuck had just happened? Looking to the side, she saw her father standing there with a tranquilizer gun in hand. Catching him before he fell,
Elle: trying her best to support him, she watched the darts in his back and quickly pulled them out. "What are you doing!?" Her father had just came and ruined a very important moment between them. There was something that she still ne
Elle: -eded to hear from him. Men came shuffling in the room to collect her boyfriend or possibly ex-boyfriend, she wasn't so sure where they stood now. Ears listened to her father's words as she watched Gabriel being dragged away, befo
Elle: -re turning in his direction. "Y-you are?" She said disbelievingly. "But I didn't even try to do anything…" Whatever she had did, apparently it was the right thing. For the moment her mind was being taken away from all of the
Elle: stunts he'd pulled on her, like trying to turn Gabriel against her, and for sanctioning testing against her. Then she shook her head, "This is not my home!" There was no way in hell she was staying here of all place when she actua
Elle: -lly had a place to go back to a place that she wouldn't trade in for this hell hole. Glaring at him she stormed out of the room, following the men.::
Bob: "Of course I am. Getting rid of that foolish ex-partner of yours, driving Sylar straight to our doorstep? I couldn't have done a better job if I'd gone out there myself, Elle." He smiled warmly, or at least as warmly as Bob could
Bob: manage, slowly approaching his daughter. "You always wanted to be the best, didn't you? And now look, you've brought in the biggest threat to our organization, ever." Admittedly he was a little taken aback by her sudden burst of
Bob: anger, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. "Of course this is your home, Elle. Or have you allowed his false notions of 'love' to take you away from the one person who has always been there for you?" But apparently his
Bob: words had no effect, because suddenly Elle was stalking away from him and following after Sylar. He'd been brought down to where they kept the other, on Level 2 out of five. A tube was inserted into his nose, keeping him at a
Bob: relative level of consciousness, but otherwise immobilized and unable to use his abilities.
Claire: The color returned to her tanned complexion as her hand left the door to rest back into her lap. Well, at least he wasn't going to kick her out. AND he had the resources to send her home. This was…an ideal friend to have made. She
Claire: nodded gently as he spoke, appearing very attentive as she sat there, perked and whatnot. "Yes..a few.." She twiddled her thumbs, appearing almost too bashful to make the inquiries, but eventually spoke up, "I was wondering….am I
Claire: the only one like this?" She paused, then blinked, "I mean…the whole..healing thing. I've seen different people with different…abilities,..I don't know. I'm just trying to learn more about myself, I guess.." After another moment
Claire: of silence, she added, "And just call me Claire, please. I'm not very good with formalities." She shrugged gently, holding a brief pursed smile. It wasn't the main question, but she decided it was important enough to voice. The man
Claire: had already offered to provide so much..and apparently, he had a power of his own. Alice wasn't about to go down this rabbit hole without chasing something, and she wanted information.
Ignatius: Oh, of course…Claire. ::He seemed to have to force himself to address her without formalities. He had become accustomed to addressing her, and maybe even everyone, with formalities. Since he did not see most people outside of
Ignatius: his business for extended periods of time, he typically only had to address them once or twice.:: While I wish I could tell you if there are others out there like you who can heal themselves, I'm afraid I haven't discovered
Ignatius: …I'm afraid I haven't discovered anyone with your unique capabilities. However, you shouldn't feel like you're alone, Claire. ::As he spoke, he reached nonchalantly out to a fruit basket that was near the minibar, pulling out a
Ignatius: green apple, rolling it around thoughtfully in his hand:: There may be one other. There may be a thousand. Maybe it's just you. But your focus should not be on what you can do. It should be on the fact that you can do something
Ignatius: special in the first place…::He opened his palm as the apple began to gently float away from him, heading towards the ceiling of the car like a balloon full of helium:: What you have, Claire…is a
Ignatius: gift…and with it comes the responsibility to use it for the betterment of mankind. ::He waved a hand flippantly to the apple, at which point it suddenly became very heavy, dropping down to the floor of the limo with a weight
Ignatius: great enough to shake the very limo itself::
Elle: ::Stopping instantly at her father's words she turned around to face him, most obviously not a happy camper. "Always been there for me?" She was seriously ready to blast this guy, and the hospital equipment in the room going haywi
Elle: -re was an obvious sign of it. "Where were you when you let those bastards test on me!" Electric spheres were aimed forward as she prepared herself for the attack. Still though it was hard, she was ready to kill him really she wa
Elle: -s, but why couldn't she? What was holding her back? A part of her still held fast to the delusion that he loved her and she hated herself for it. Going back in a neutral stance she turned on her heel swiftly, following after the
Elle: men for real this time. By the time she got to the room, the men were leaving. Gabriel was still clothed and he seemed to be in a state of unconsciousness. One guy was still inside writing something down on a chart, but she just
Elle: wanted to be alone with him for the time being. Hitting him with a powerful blast of electrical energy she stopped his heart instantly. It felt good to kill, it helped her relieve some of her stress and anger. Making her way up t
Elle: -o the concrete slab that served as a bed she ran her fingers over his forehead. Perhaps it was best he stayed here for a while, at least until he calmed down some. There was enough room on the slab for her to sit on, so she hoppe
Elle: -d up, feet dangling as she just stared at his chest rise and fall with every breathe.::
Bob: For the first time since..well, ever, Bob appeared genuinely disturbed. His eyes widened just a fraction behind those frames, hands twitching once as though he were going to use his ability. But to what purpose, honestly? Turn one of
Bob: the pens in his pocket into gold and throw them at his daughter? No matter how sadistic or sociopathic her tendencies became, not once did he believe Elle capable of harming him. Two decades of brainwashing should have removed any
Bob: and all resistance against his word, and yet there she stood, prepared to blast him into nothingness. A single bead of sweat trailed down his forehead, before Elle was suddenly turning away and charging down the hell. Waiting a few
Bob: paces, Bob followed behind her, watching in silence as she killed one of his men, who'd been monitoring Sylar in the cell. Finger tracing the glass, Bob watched his daughter look at the man wish such love and adoration…it made him
Bob: furious. All of his teachings…all of the funding they'd spent tweaking and testing her abilities, pushing her to her maximum potential. Undone by this man, as well as that fool Green before him. Was he destined to be overtaken by
Bob: the men in Elle's life? No, he wouldn't hear of it. No matter how far from grace she fell, he knew Elle would never truly betray him. Or at least…that's what he fooled himself into believing. No one ever wanted to admit when they
Bob: couldn't control their guard dog, anymore. Watching for a few more moments, Bob turned, leaving the two in solitude.
Claire: "Right..guess that was kind've a dumb question. If you already knew someone like me, I wouldn't be here." Her hands clenched and unclenched as she went over her thoughts. Well, that was one question. What else did she have in mind?
Claire: Anything in her head was put on hold, though, as he continued, also giving her a bit of a show. Grey eyes settled solidly on the apple, only taking it into account when it rose into the air of it's own accord. Or…her expression
Claire: moved back to the man who'd been holding it. He hadn't revealed his power with Elle present, but made it quite clear what he was capable of when the same apple lowered to the floor and caused her to jump slight as the car shook.
Claire: Wide-eyed gaze went back to the grandfatherly type, blinking a few times before her face cracked into a smile, "Yeah…and I want to help." He probably could have told her anything now that she was hooked. This man wasn't calling
Claire: her a freak, or shunning against the use of her power, not that she could control it anyway. Instead, he was inviting her to do something amazing. 'For the betterment of mankind.' They were powerful words. Something right out of a
Claire: Superman comic. She had other questions, but they seemed vacant from her head now. "When can I start?"
Ignatius: ::He had a pleased look on his face when he heard her next question, leaning back in his seat and thoughtfully drumming his fingertips upon the golden ball at the tip of his cane:: Well my dear…there is something I must convey to
Ignatius: you. A promise you must make to me…It is vital that for the time being our work remains a secret, Claire. I am a very high profile figure. You cannot tell anybody what we are doing. Not your closest friends, not even your
Ignatius: family. The nature of our work is…very sensitive, Claire. I am a very high profile figure, too. If there was a leak from within my company, it would be like if you took a leap off of one of these buildings right here in the
Ignatius: middle of Las Vegas in broad daylight and then walking away…You understand how that would be bad, I'm sure.
Sylar: Not unconscious. Whatever chemical they were injecting him with kept him aware, but only to the most bare degree. Everything was sluggish, body almost refusing to respond to even the most simplest commands. His eyelids felt as
Sylar: though they were weighted down by an anvil, every blink just meaning another struggle to reopen his lids. Everything swirled and blurred together, until it was more of a kaleidoscope than anything else. He heard something that
Sylar: sounded like a wave crashing against the shore, a sort of static rumble that echoed in his ears. There was a presence beside him, as the smell of burning flesh slowly crept into his nostrils. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't
Sylar: exactly place it. Even still, out of reflex he tried to lift his hand, in an unforgiving bid to throw away whoever it was that might possibly be a threat. But instead his index finger just twitched, before relaxing back against the
Sylar: smooth slate. The fingers tracing his forehead felt cool, the visage of an angle filling his vision in broken, warped fragments. Whoever this being was..she made a torrent of emotions crash in chest, some good, and some painful. He
Sylar: tried to speak, forcing everything to work together for just one brief moment. "E…..l..le.."
Elle: ::Oh so he was conscious after all. The expressions on his face confirmed it and she took his feeble hand in hers lacing his fingers with hers. "Yeah?" Softly asked, voice obviously filled with sorrow. Due to everything that had
Elle: happened, she vowed to herself that if anyone was to take care of him in his stay here it was going to be her. Everyone else just couldn't be trusted. There were those who wanted to see the death of the powered serial killer, peop
Elle: -le like Bennet. What was she suppose to say to him? What was she suppose to do? She knew that the drugs wouldn't be pumped through his system forever, so it wouldn't be long before she'd be able to have an actual conversation wi
Elle: -th him. Events of the past were still fresh on her consciousness threatening to rip her up inside. Would he still want to be with her now that they had their memories back? He made a promise to her sure, but he could easily brea
Elle: -k that if what he saw truly disturbed him that much, after all he had left her before in an abandoned firehouse.::
Claire: She sat silently, still looking at him with that focused expression, and listened as he made it quite clear that she was to be extremely hush-hush. Just like those damn comics, now. Maybe it wouldn't be so far as to making her a new
Claire: identity, but she would certainly have two separate lives to deal with. She could keep a secret, right? After all, as far as she knew, the only one that ever found out about her ability was Casey..and that was because she showed him
Claire: That was a choice. And she was about to make another one right now. "I understand. Lips are sealed." She pursed them, running the motion over her mouth as if to permanently seal them right then and there. It wouldn't be hard…her
Claire: father was too occupied with his work, and her mother was easily distracted by the family dog. Lyle …well, he was Lyle. And as for friends…Anyway, this would be cake.
Ignatius: It isn't my intention to doubt your ability to keep a secret, Claire, but I must reiterate the seriousness of your promise…being unable to keep this secret means exposing our kind to the entire world, which I promise you isn't prepared to deal with people like us. ::There was a serious, solemn quiet between them for a moment, but he finally broke the silence:: But if you say you understand, I will place my trust in you. On a less serious note, there are some medically relevant questions I need to
Ignatius: ask you in order to avoid any unpleasantness. ::He held out his hand toward the minibar. A clipboard had been left on top of it, and it flew into his open palm. Telekinesis? No…telekinesis did not make small objects heavy enough to shake a car. There was a pen attached to it which he took out, beginning to make some marks:: Now then…do you experience pain when your body incurs injuries? And, I don't know how far you've tested these abilities of yours…so if you don't know the answer, do not be
Ignatius: afraid to admit it…Are you susceptible to toxins or venoms of any kind, in your experience?
Sylar: If it'd been possible for him to smile, he would have when he felt the slight contact against his fingers. He knew that it was Elle, from the way those familiar sparks (of non-electric voltage) ran along his limb. He knew that he
Sylar: had messed up, back there. But seeing how she had manipulated him in the past, pushing him to become the killer that he was today, could anyone really put him at fault? Even still, he shouldn't have allowed the poisonous words of
Sylar: her father to affect him, as they had. The drugs were wearing off with agonizing slowness, though his body was responding to him at least a little bit better. Still, the feeling of cotton balls being stuffed into his head was still
Sylar: in effect. She'd feel his index finger curl, wrapping around one of her own digits tightly As he tried to focus his eyes on what he thought to be her face, Sylar attempted to speak once more. It wasn't as though he could hold an
Sylar: entire conversation, so instead he would recite a sentence from their recovered memories. "Le..'ts run awa..y."
Elle: ::Perhaps they should have given him a larger dose or something…idiots. He was recovering way faster than she expected him to. She didn't know what to make of the events of today, but she realized that even though she might have
Elle: hated the Company and might have been angry with her father it was in her and Gabriel's best interest if she took up employment here once again. There was nothing like being able to access inside information. Her father would no d
Elle: -oubt try to prevent her from finding out about what they had in store for Gabriel, but he really didn't count on the fact that she had access to just about everyone's passwords, especially his. She was no keyboard samurai but she
Elle: knew how to get the job done. Smiling she nodded, "Maybe one day." Shifting she positioned herself over him and rested her head on his chest taking in the feel of his body heat, and listening to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat.
Elle: "…We still have a few loose ends to tie up." She needed to come up with some sort of plan and fast.::
Claire: She nodded, not sure if she agreed, but wasn't going to question him right now. It certainly wasn't the time for that, and the last thing she wanted to do was have him second-guess her loyalty. The silence settled, making the air dense, but seemed to dissipate as he moved to another topic. She shifted herself, not sore from sitting, but simply content to do so. Eyes followed the floating clipboard, but she said nothing in regards to it. Nibbling her bottom lip, she paused, realizing she'd be exposing
Claire: herself even more by answering him honestly, but it was for a good cause. Betterment and all that. "I feel pain..but I don't think it's the same as everyone else. It goes away quickly so I can handle it. As for testing…" She trailed off, recalling past events. "..I can survive long falls. Had my hand in a garbage disposal once.." She wiggled the limb, showing it in perfect condition. "If something gets stuck, though, I usually have to pull it out first before it heals." A large railroad nail had made that
Claire: much obvious when it protruded from her foot without moving. "And I've never been sick before. Ever. So, I don't think that stuff effects me."
Ignatius: I see…interesting…::He took his eyes off of her for a moment, scribbling down notes in that illegible script that doctors were infamous for. They had much to write and only so much time to catch it all. He tapped the clipboard, probably focusing on the next query he had on it:: To your knowledge, are you able to recover lost organs? The fact that you had your hand in a garbage disposal tends to make me believe that you are probably capable of getting back lost limbs, too…Truly you are a marvel,
Ignatius: Claire. I am honestly awed. And while I'm on the subject, are you receptive to anesthetics? Would probably be easier for some procedures if you didn't have to be awake the entire time, you see. I see no need to cause you discomfort when it isn't necessary, after all.
Sylar: This would be about the time that Sylar would stroke her hair, hold her close, but unfortunately all he could do was lie there. He hated this…this feeling of helplessness. When he escaped from this hole, the first thing he would
Sylar: do is pin Bob against the wall, slam him into the ceiling, show him what it felt like to have no power, no control. When Elle mentioned loose ends, one of those thick brows managed to arch in question, wondering what she meant by
Sylar: that, exactly. Their plan to kill those that could track them down, perhaps? What Sylar couldn't figure out, however, was why they were still there in the first place. She should have been zapping guards and dragging him to the
Sylar: getaway vehicle, not lying down on his chest. He squeezed her finger once, so that she would pay attention? "..Leave..?" Ugh, he felt like a fucking five year old. Was this what it was like to be Claire all of the time?
Elle: "No…" Of course they were going to leave, but she needed to keep him in the dark for right now. There were cameras watching them, she couldn't go blabbering about her plans, her father was no doubt watching on the other end. Tak
Elle: -ing out the people who could find them was definitely on the agenda, but she needed to build her father's trust right now. Lower his guard some. Her way of hastily jumping into action all the time wouldn't serve her right this ti
Elle: -me. For once she actually needed to be patient. Even though Gabriel seemed like he wanted to leave and be with her, there was a part of her wondering if he was just trying to manipulate her feelings for him just to escape and kil
Elle: -l her and everyone inside of the facility. She couldn't have that, for one she liked her life, and there were some pretty damn useful people she could exploit later. Not only that but her father wasn't going to let any of the oth
Elle: -er agents or founders try to hurt her. Not that she couldn't take them out herself, but he would turn out to help her more than he himself realized.::
Claire: Crossing her legs, her foot began to wiggle, almost as though she were antsy. Surely he was only writing what she'd told him, so why was she so curious as to what was on the board? Natural teenage habit, really. "Organs?" She made a face, nose wrinkling as though the thought disturbed her. "I don't know..I haven't tried anything that big before." She froze for a second, seeing an image in her mind. She'd been in a morgue, her skin slit open and innards revealed..but nothing had been missing. That she knew of
Claire: anyway. Coming out of the memory, she gave her head a minute shake. He was still talking, and she'd been out of it. '—bage disposal tends to make me..' Capable of regaining limbs? Re-growth..wow. Why hadn't she considered that before? He seemed fairly impressed with the idea, and so was she. Maybe she could try and remove a finger…No, not now. "Anesthetics…" She repeated, looking contemplative. "I'm not sure. I've never tried something like that..and I've never really had to do that with perfect health
Claire: and all." She shrugged. "I don't think it should be a problem, though."
Ignatius: Very good…this is all very helpful. Let me touch base with you, Claire. I'm confident that your blood holds a good deal of information about your regenerative capability, but that on its one would probably not be a sufficient source of data. You see…::He set his clipboard aside, showing that he was talking to her not as a formal medical professional, but just as a man who was trying to level with someone he would soon have a working relationship with:: Often when testing for disease, doctors will
Ignatius: take all kinds of samples to determine the what and the where. Now this is the exact opposite. Rather than a disease, we're looking at a miracle of nature, but we don't know what will give us the best data…So we'll be starting off with the basics. Blood, bone marrow…things like that. I dare say this could be a learning experience for the both of us, Claire. I imagine that my research team could help you discover things about your ability that you never even knew. You're probably capable of
Ignatius: more than you think…I certainly was. ::The limo began to slow down. There weren't so many sounds of traffic outside the windows anymore, so they were most likely outside of the strip as he'd told his driver to do. Twirling his cane slightly in his hand, he pointed the golden end of it in Claire's direction:: Now, my facilities are in New York City. I'll make all the accommodations for you, of course. Lodging, expenses, first class travel. You'll be given the finest of everything I am
Ignatius: able to provide in order to ensure your stay is comfortable over the course of our partnership. If you had business to handle beforehand, I suggest you make it a priority, keeping in mind that you mustn't tell anybody where you will be or what you'll be doing.
Sylar: He wondered what she could possibly be thinking, why the hell weren't they leaving right then and there? But thinking made him even more tired, these drugs were draining his strength and every single movement only made things worse.
Sylar: His eyes fluttered closed, Sylar drifting off to sleep with Elle right there on his chest. He had both dreams and visions of the past, all meshing together in a big collage of blood and pain and hurt and love. When he awoke, every-
Sylar: thing seemed foreign and strange, because of the contrast between his more coherent state now, and his delirium earlier. His body still felt sluggish, like he was moving underwater, but it didn't take as much of a toll as it had
Sylar: before. He didn't even bother moving, however, he wasn't sure just how in control of his body he truly was. Before anything else, one thought was instantly on his mind. "..Elle?"
Elle: ::Her mind was was all garbled up, and her body was in a state of complete relaxation. When Gabriel woke up he'd find Elle still laying on his chest, small hands coming forward to wipe the last bits of sleep from her eyes. "Hm?"
Elle: He sounded better, which was a good thing. She hated seeing him all drugged up and helpless. "I'm right here." Gaze was focused on the entrance to the cell as if she was expecting someone to walk in at any moment. "What's up?"
Elle: She asked, a bit of her playful side coming out despite the situation. Shifting she rested her chin on his chest staring up at him. Sleeping had given her a chance to clear her mind, maybe now she'd be able to focus a bit more and
Elle: figure out what it was she wanted to do or rather needed to do. "How'd you sleep?" A dumb question considering he was drugged up, of course he slept well but she still felt the need to ask him anyways. Her concern for him was unw
Elle: -avering.::
Claire P.M.: Miracle. She'd never considered herself that before. Her power was something that set her apart. Made her weird. She was a defective girl. But…she'd never been put in a position to help others, either. The 'dainty cheerleader' was just good at getting into trouble. This man was providing her with more than just an opportunity. He was giving her a reason to appreciate herself and what she could do. It seemed neither of them were aware of her limits, and the possibilities seemed endless. It was a thrill.
Claire: The limo was slowing, but she didn't notice. She was still in her own little world, hearing only his words. Claire had to admit…it was nice to be needed for more than just a stupid cheer pyramid. She could do something…something big. New York City, even. She was practically on the edge of her seat now. She was shaking her head before he even finished. "No, no. Of course not. But.." Her brows furrowed, chin tucking slightly down as she thought it over, "..I'm not sure what to tell them. My family, I
Claire: mean. My dad goes AWOL when he doesn't know what I'm up to." Little did she know, that wasn't even the half of it.
Ignatius: Ah..your father…Well…I think it should be easy enough to tell them that you're performing some extracurricular activities. I know that asking you to keep secrets from your family puts you in an awkward position, but we are in the middle of something that is bigger than both of us, Claire…bigger than either of us could even begin to imagine, and this is coming from a man who built an empire out of nothing. We have a real chance to make big changes to the world…Imagine, curing cancer. Dare I hope,
Ignatius: curing ALL disease. And you, my dear…I am confident that you are a vital part of it. If we can pull this off, I do not think I exaggerate in saying that you will have saved the world, Claire. ::The limo finally came to a stop outside of what seemed to be a small resort:: Ah, we're here. Well, Claire, I have said a lot. I think it best if you have a chance to be alone with your thoughts. This place right here seems like a nice, quiet area to stay and just take it all in. Normally I believe you need
Ignatius : some kind of membership to be in a place like this…but I will handle that. I will need a day or two to prepare your transportation and lodging. In the meantime I suggest you figure out what to tell your family.
Sylar: He relaxed instantly, he'd been slightly worried that she had left while he was sleeping. Not to say that he didn't trust her but…anyways. "Good." He did feel better, even if he didn't have access to his ability yet. He knew that
Sylar: there was little to no chance he'd be able to escape from this place on his own, and still it took everything he had to just surrender the situation over to Elle. But she would get him out of there, he just needed to believe in her.
Sylar: "Fine, if you don't consider the fact that I'm trapped in a facility where they more than likely intend to use me for a lab rat." His usual anger had subsided, there was no sense in getting mad when there was nothing he could do
Sylar: about it, not now anyways. "Hm…did you stay here then entire time?" He was glad, hence the fingertips that ran along her sine. "You sure I can't kill your father?" He said this with the faintest grin, because the man was quite
Sylar: serious.
Elle: "They're not going to use you as a lab rat, especially if I have anything to say about it." He seemed calmer, more relaxed. He didn't seem to be mad at her at all. "Mhmm. I didn't want to leave you in here by yourself." It felt
Elle: so wonderful when he touched her, it gave her so much energy and she wasn't talking about electricity. There was just this innate connection with Gabriel that was still a completely mystery to her, despite the fact that they'd rece
Elle: -ntly gotten their memories back. Giggling she shook her head from side to side, cheerful expression on her face. "No silly, you can't kill him. He might've made me mad but I love him." Scooting up some, she whispered in his ear.
Elle: "Cameras. Four corners. Careful." It would appear as if she kissed him. She went back to her previous position, he should've gotten the message which was don't say anything to compromise them when they had prying eyes on them.
Elle: "I hope you don't mind me giving you a bath. You have to get wear the unfortunately tacky, grey uniform." Getting off of him, she removed the tubing from his nose. His powers would still be suppressed, but this should at least all
Elle: -ow him some room to sit up and walk around a bit.::
Claire: He had a lot of pretty words, this fellow, and he seemed to be saying something that she could believe in. Claire's gaze may have moved to stare ahead, but her ears were definitely tuned in. No more fragmented occurrences bothered her. It was the present and the future that was important now. She could change things. Be apart of something. …Save the world. ( Imagine that. ) She blinked, seeming to come out of her fantasy daze as the vehicle stopped, leading her to look out the windows. Wow…nice place…
Claire: Turning her head back to Ignatius, she silently agreed, knowing that she had a lot to think about still. As he finished, she responded physically, nodding with a small smile. "Yeah..I'll do that." The door was opened and she stepped out, converse scratching against the pavement as she turned to face the man before he left. "Mr. Kane?" She spoke again, feeling very energized with what had just happened, but finding it hard to explain. Better to just be simple. She renewed that smile for a moment, "Thank you."
Ignatius: No, Claire…thank YOU. ::He smiled at her as he reached out and shut the door. The limo began to pull off, leaving her there outside the resort. He had promised to take care of her need for a place to stay, so chances were she wouldn't have any trouble getting in. In fact, he was already beginning to dial the number:: Frederick…Take me to the jet, if you could be so kind, I need to get back to New York. Miss Claire has agreed to assist in my research and I have much to do to prepare for her
Ignatius: arrival…I'll have to make sure to spare no expense on her behalf. After all…::He pressed the dial button on his phone, putting through the call to the resort and putting the phone up against his ear, waiting through the rings:: …She's going to change the world.
Sylar: "Just how much do you have to say about it, is the question. Your father is a very powerful man. I'm grateful that you stayed here though…it means a lot." He was being sincere in his words, showing Elle affection that no other
Sylar: being had ever witnessed from Sylar. He ran his fingers up and down her back, relishing in the simple contact because before he'd been afraid that he would never have the chance to touch her again. "Can I at least throw him around?"
Sylar: He pressed his lips into her cheek when she leant forwards, not even bothering to nod when she told him the information. So even here he was being observed, he should have assumed as much. "I'm not the one you should be asking. I
Sylar: just hope your father don't mind you washing down my naked body. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time that you've seen me nude." His voice had risen just a little, to make sure that whoever was watching (hopefully Bob) would
Sylar: hear him. When the tube was removed, he slowly began to sit up, still trying to clear his head.
Elle: "No… no throwing him around," she replied sternly. In actuality she really didn't care at this point, as long as there was no lasting damage done to him, she couldn't bare to see her father with a bruise, cut, scrape, etc. "To a
Elle: -nswer your previous question, just say that I have influence." The word about not harming Gabriel would pass quickly, because she'd make sure that any who tried died a painful and violent death. Laughing at his attempt to announc
Elle: -e to the world their sexual escapades, she pointed over to the grey uniform sitting not far by on the table. "You can get a bath later, don't really feel like doing it now." Him sitting up was good. She couldn't help but think a
Elle: -bout how Bennet was going to react knowing that his daughter's terrorizer was right in the palm of his hands so to speak. Elle couldn't be around the entire time to watch Gabriel that much she knew. However if Bennet, hurt him in
Elle: anyway the same damage was going to be reflected on poor little Sandra. Fuck with the person she was in love with, and she was going to fuck with his. It was all fair really.::
Sylar: He just gave her his usual sly smirk, one that gave an impression that even Sylar didn't know what he was going to do with Bob, just yet. He was going to pay him back for everything that he had inflicted upon them however, one way or
Sylar: another. "I don't think they should hold me here for too long…I might get impatient." He glanced up straight into the camera, tongue swiping over his incisor before the man rolled his neck, stretching out the kinks from lying
Sylar: prone so long. He could probably devise a way to escape sooner or later, and wouldn't hesitate to do so should Elle not come up with a better plan. "Prison gray, my favorite." He stripped down shamelessly, moving to give Elle a
Sylar: long, hard kiss, member shone proudly in defiance of the watchful eye. He proceeded to get dressed, scowling at the itchy material as he settled back down on the slab. "Hm. What now?"
Elle: ::She hoped that it never came down to hurting her father, the man might have been steadfast in his beliefs but that was a quality she liked about him, and he was the only bit of family she had left, even though he was trying to den
Elle: -y her, her happiness. That was the typical father/daughter cliche thought right? In the movies the father wasn't exactly fond of his daughter's love interest but eventually it'll all work out. Elle didn't see anything particular
Elle: -ly abnormal about the situation, she truly believed that it was suppose to play out the way it had on TV with them being a happy, smiling family in the end. "Just…wait it out." Intense gaze followed her boyfriend's every move a
Elle: -s he discarded his attire in front of her, not in the least bit shy to expose himself for her father and security to see. Hands were placed on his chest, neck leaned back a little bit as he kissed her roughly claiming her as his f
Elle: -or the world to see so to speak. When the kiss was over she whimpered childishly allowed him to get dress. "I know it sucks but just deal." Maybe she could go buy him something else to wear instead. "Now… I don't know. I gue
Elle: -ss I should go talk to Daddy." Grinning she sashayed over to him, hands placed on his shoulders. "I was thinking that I should go home to my nice, comfortable, queen sized bed and watch a little cable television, but… how woul
Elle: -d you feel about me staying the night with you?"
Sylar: Maybe, but in ordinary scenarios the father didn't push the daughter to transform the love interest into a villainous serial killer, now did he? He didn't hold the same fairy tale ideologies as Elle, he knew that this situation was
Sylar: not going to end well, not for one of them anyways. "I'll try to contain myself, for you." But with the look he gave her, she knew better than to let this situation drag out for too long. There was only so much imprisonment that one
Sylar: man could take. Watching her with a smirk as she walked her sexy ass over, a brief shrug was delivered. "Not sure what there's left to say, at this point, but I suppose you should. And you were, were you?" He seized her by the
Sylar: waist, holding her against his body. The shirt he still had clutched in his hand was tossed high up, covering one of the cameras, though not before they saw him squeezing her soft ass and biting her bottom lip. "You thought wrong.
Sylar: You're going to stay right here. If I have to suffer, I at least want my angel to keep me warm."
Elle: "Yeah I was." Engaging in another brief lip lock with him, she wrapped her arms around his neck leaning forward against to rub her nose with his, lips just barely inches away. "And you'll have me," she gave him a soft peck, "Just s
Elle: -it tight. I have no desire to lay on this," she motioned at the slab. Her idea was to go get them a blow up mattress or something. "Maybe I can go get a book or something and you can read to me, that'll be nice." Gabriel was go
Elle: -ing to be the most privileged prisoner in the whole facility. Elle couldn't let him suffer a miserable fate at the hands of the Company, least of all her father. "Later alligator." Index finger rose just a few inches above his n
Elle: -ose giving him a little jolt, before she pulled away walking out of the door. He'd be able to see her as she walked past the window staring at him, hand come to her lips as she blew him a kiss before heading out.::
