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Night 48: Experimental Treatments Laboratory

Apr 02, 2010 00:27

[From here]Once his hand found the door to the next room and found it unlocked, it was only an instant before he was moving into this new room, eyes slowly adjusting to the gifted modicum of light. The supplies he were looking for should be in the next room over ( Read more... )

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runner_up_robot April 13 2010, 00:07:15 UTC

[from here]

Waving the flashlight around again, he stopped it on the broken door. "Sorry we didn't find anything to fight, but the consolation prize is up ahead." Hopefuly. If whoever came through first didn't steal all the good stuff already.

brooklynisangry April 13 2010, 02:31:11 UTC

"Just 's long 's we get somethin', I'm happy." He'd like something pointy that wasn't his teeth to poke the monsters here with. It had worked before, but it hadn't tasted all that good.

runner_up_robot April 13 2010, 03:23:53 UTC

Another doorway and they had arrived...

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deadlyjuliet April 17 2010, 02:01:08 UTC

[from here]

The laboratory came into view and with it came sounds of someone talking and moving about in the very room they needed. Disgusting. Grell didn't recognize the voices and didn't think he cared to try, but if someone else was in there, they'd have to be careful. Sylar would make a much less attention grabbing intruder than Grell would with his pseudo-scythe hanging over his shoulders.

His eyes glowing a slight green as he took in the surrounding area. Beds and empty tables, a cabinet - empty, stark, sterile. He preferred hospitals when there were surgeries going on. An empty hospital was just...wrong. "Through that door," he said, motioning toward the equipment closet. "Lies everything you could want. Although it seems someone else is in there. Noisy bunch of rats. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you taking a few things here and there."

7_to_midnight April 17 2010, 07:31:34 UTC

If Grell thought that he hadn't caught the little patronizing tone, he was dead wrong. Sylar curled his lip as soon as Grell turned his short, so-slender back, though the way Grell had operated so far, he probably did know exactly what he was doing. Like a cat playing with its kill, though Sylar guessed that this brand of toying was five steps up from Tyki carving him up on the waiting room floor.

Goddamn Tyki. Sylar still owed him the receiving end of some messy brain surgery, which is exactly what came to mind as he stepped behind Grell into the next room. A few medical beds, some counters, a desk with a computer... what happened here, sleep studies gone bad? And more importantly: where was the gear?

The answer came about the same time he mentally asked it, and his eyes followed Grell's gesture to the door on the right side of the room. Sure enough, it was ajar, and even more obvious were the noises coming from inside. There were - two voices? One of them sounded like it was... from Brooklyn?Wait ( ... )

7_to_midnight April 19 2010, 05:08:30 UTC

[ Back from here. ]

Sylar appeared from the storage room's door, a small cardboard box in his hands and a neutral expression on his face. He glanced briefly over his shoulder to make sure the idiots were still busy, then strode back over to Grell and stopped in front of him.

He looked down at the flamboyant bastard, the height difference more obvious than usual with the proximity. A freak, maybe, annoying, definitely, but he'd proved useful. Whether or not he was equipping Sylar to be a partner or a stooge was still up in the air, but tonight had paid off. Maybe not by a lot, but it'd been a step forward, and if Sylar kept careful, he could make this work to his advantage in some bigger, bloodier ways.

A sly smirk spread across his features. He reached out with one hand and gave Grell's cheek two quick, clipped pats.

"We should do this again sometime."

deadlyjuliet April 19 2010, 12:57:02 UTC

Grell had been more than prepared to hear Sylar's voice call out. In fact, he'd been hoping to hear the man shout his name so he could waltz in and revel in the sight of the taller man bathed in blood. It wasn't often that he was given such a delicious opportunity, right? After Sylar moved into the next room, Grell settled against one of the beds and put his chainsaw down on the metal top. It clanged slightly, but Grell paid it no attention as he pulled one glove off and examined his nails ( ... )