Night 56: M61-70 Hallway
After another relatively quiet night (Grell liked quiet nights - or at least quiet meals), the intercom clicked on and said.... Nothing. Not a word, not even the sound of someone breathing on the other side. It was silence followed by the unlocking of doors and then another noise that Grell hadn't been listening close enough to identify. He heard something, but by the time his attention turned back to the intercom, it was over and he was bereft of any further details. The speaker was still as the grave and Grell sighed to himself.
Time to go.
Getting up from the desk, Grell did as he'd done the night before. The beret, however, was left behind on the desk while the rest of his clothes were shoved into the pillowcase. Geeky wire-rimmed rounded spectacles were replaced with the slim red frames and the chainsaw was removed from the metal box, then slung over Grell's shoulder. It was a shame he'd have to cover the red nail polish up with his gloves, but at least it would preserve them for a bit longer.
With a wave, Grell headed out the door and into the night, humming to himself. Another quick change in the restroom and he'd be off to find those toys for Dexter. Pretty Dexter. Or perhaps Claire... Ooh, Claire. The woman with a vendetta and a rather gruesome urge to put an axe through someone's face. Either of them were worthy of attention and of bringing to Sylar's attention in case the oh-so-darling Aura decided to speak up again. If he disappeared like Kazuchi did, then Grell would be rather cross with not only the Institute, but Sylar himself. At the very least there were people here who could continue to entertain him, however. Now the only thing that remained was to see about keeping them entertaining.
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Time to go.
Getting up from the desk, Grell did as he'd done the night before. The beret, however, was left behind on the desk while the rest of his clothes were shoved into the pillowcase. Geeky wire-rimmed rounded spectacles were replaced with the slim red frames and the chainsaw was removed from the metal box, then slung over Grell's shoulder. It was a shame he'd have to cover the red nail polish up with his gloves, but at least it would preserve them for a bit longer.
With a wave, Grell headed out the door and into the night, humming to himself. Another quick change in the restroom and he'd be off to find those toys for Dexter. Pretty Dexter. Or perhaps Claire... Ooh, Claire. The woman with a vendetta and a rather gruesome urge to put an axe through someone's face. Either of them were worthy of attention and of bringing to Sylar's attention in case the oh-so-darling Aura decided to speak up again. If he disappeared like Kazuchi did, then Grell would be rather cross with not only the Institute, but Sylar himself. At the very least there were people here who could continue to entertain him, however. Now the only thing that remained was to see about keeping them entertaining.
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