Nov 26, 2010 14:48
With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he
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leela,
kirk,
s.t.,
gambit,
tsubaki,
anise,
minato,
the doctor,
goku (dragonball),
niikura,
taura,
claire bennet,
peter parker,
snow,
lunge,
lana skye,
ruby,
mello,
soren,
brainiac 5,
xemnas,
minako,
stefan,
tsukasa,
watson,
mele,
damon,
two-face,
erika,
tifa,
the scarecrow,
matt,
maya,
ishida,
yukari,
zack,
kratos,
rubedo,
haseo,
jo,
bella,
scott pilgrim,
kaito,
aigis,
elle,
izaya,
austria,
claire littleton,
sora,
prussia,
chuck,
leon (so2),
buzz,
dean winchester,
guy,
kairi,
venom,
depth charge,
kibitoshin,
ilia,
lightning,
rita,
castiel,
katniss,
riku,
yomi,
aerith,
sai,
yue,
claire stanfield,
edward cullen,
ema skye,
mccoy,
scar (tlk)
Landel had some serious issues if he was really that obsessed with making the patients look at themselves and face their worse qualities in that way, sure, but there wasn't anything that could be done about it for now. Just preparation for what they had to face -- which, apparently, would frequently be themselves. Knowing how guilty she'd felt about getting Bella involved in the scuffle with her mirror image helped her commiserate with Stefan, sympathize with how he must have felt facing down his own shadow, and she could only hope that unlike her, he hadn't had a friend -- or, rather, a one time friend -- there to see it.
Even though the day was only a few hours in, she'd been able to answer most of what she was hoping to learn from Stefan's open and honest explanation alone. His experience, as regrettable as it was, gave her something to report back to Peter so she could ideally sate his curiosity as well. With that in mind, as soon as the nurse brought her into the sun room and she couldn't find Peter with her initial sweep of the room, she set about finding a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a note to try and get his attention.
A part of her couldn't help wanting to hammer in the 'I told you so,' but she convinced herself to keep it brief. It took her a moment, but as an afterthought she added a (1) to the end of his name, remembering that he'd done the same when contacting her. After all, distinguishing them as young Peter and uncle Peter was probably only okay in her mind.
As she pinned it to the bulletin board, she cast a cursory glance up over her shoulder at the balcony above them, catching the eyes of one of the nurses that peered down from above to keep an eye on them. Still creepy. Partially out of apprehension about getting jumped if she took a seat on the couch again, and partially because she wanted to get a good look at the room, she hovered by the bulletin board for a moment longer, scoping things out.
It hadn't occurred to her at breakfast, but now that she took a look around the room, she realized just how long it had been since she'd seen Sylar hanging around. A small part of her prayed it meant he'd been killed or gone home, but the more irrational part of her knew it wasn't the case -- that he was just lying in wait or something equally devious. Looking altogether paranoid and shifty, she crossed her arms over her chest, shoulders hunching as she walked over to where the couches were, grabbing herself a free seat before she missed her chance.
[ for tim drake! ]
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