inverse could make lying worth dying

[esoteric_rose]

Who: Grell, Nepeta, Mohinder, Gabriel, Snowman, Sylar, Elle
When: 12/22, afternoon/evening
Where: Around Facility 1
Summary: Sleep deprivation leads to Grell's mind breaking a bit. Clearly murder is the best solution.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and general horribleness

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aftermath

[esoteric_rose]

Re: aftermath

[rebelle_elle]

Elle had given up on huddling in her room. It seemed that whenever she did, the sprinklers went off as soon as she began nodding off.

And hadn't she been thinking about throwing a party to help keep people awake, anyway? She should work on that, shouldn't she? Sure, she could barely think, but she had to be capable of something.

When she slipped in the red puddle, it took her several minutes of sitting, dumfounded, to realize what the red stuff was. She looked at the blood on her hands and clothes in confusion, then forced herself to her feet, stumbling to Sylar's room. Mohinder would be there. And if not, Sylar would be. Sylar would be smart enough to find Mohinder.

She just had to make sure this wasn't Mohinder, and then she could find a place to sleep that didn't have sprinklers.

She barged into Sylar's room, looking around with wide eyes. When had he gotten a tiny dragon? She hoped it stayed away from her - she'd zap the damn thing out of existence.

[rebelle_elle]

She signed for Mohinder, mouthing for him at the same time, and then drew Mohinder's name in the air. Where was Mohinder?

She frowned at him for pinning her to the door, only realizing why she hadn't been able to move after he'd let her go. On the other hand, she felt more awake now.

[rebelle_elle]

She pointed to the blood on her clothes with bloody hands.

Trying to keep her temper in check, she mouthed as slowly as she could, "Find him."

[rebelle_elle]

Elle glared at him. She grabbed his communicator - he could just screw himself if he didn't like it.

thatll teech u 2 kil ppl 4 powees dumass. hepl me fin him i think hes ded

Because, really, what a selfish bastard Sylar is.

[rebelle_elle]

She pulled her hands back as he slapped at them, only to pick the communicator up again.

u needa shock 2 stay wake?

[rebelle_elle]

She made a face at him and headed to the door. With no further ado, she lead him to where she had slipped in the blood. Whatever body the blood belonged to had long since disappeared, but the blood was still there.

Elle pointed to a slight trail of blood - the droplets ran out after several feet, but it gave them an idea which way the perpetrator had gone.

[rebelle_elle]

That's why I want to find him, Elle snapped, having to mouth it. She'd forgotten her communicator and paper in her room.

She crossed her arms and jutted out a hip as she waited.

[rebelle_elle]

[Elle glared at him and kicked him in the shin. Maybe that would teach him some respect.]