Sylar had inspected his room thoroughly; nothing interesting resided there. Obviously he couldn't go around killing people like he usually did; he had to be discreet. These damn heroes were over the place. You could barely walk down the hallway without bumping into one of them, or some random little British talking cartoon baby.

Sylar had seen weird ( Read more... )

Tank Girl’s gotta say, for another isolated building in another sandy wasteland, this place has some mighty fine service. She’s already decided the place is worth sticking around awhile because of the free booze and food, not to mention the occasional hot guy. Moderately creepy invisible staff aside, this place has just about everything a girl ( Read more... )

It's a nice car, there's no mistaking that. Leonard thinks it'll suit him nicely. Besides, give him a few minutes and he'll have no idea that it was never actally his in the first place. To prevent forgetting the car all together, Leonard takes out his poloroid camera and snaps a photo. There's a flash, and when he lowers the camera he's in a ( Read more... )

If anyone's cared to step into the ballroom lately, they'd notice several things. For one, there are a few tables to one side, covered in delicious looking food, appetizers, things to fill your plate with. On another table nearby there are plenty of drinks -- a full bar, in fact. While he may not have managed to get a small orchestra (he wanted ( Read more... )

There's a young lady with pig tails in the lobby.  She set out some board games, Monopoly being one of them, but she also set out Clue, Scrabble, and a pack of cards.

Mystique, in her Anna Marshall persona, is quite interested to meet people.  For one, she yet has to be informed of the Joker's last attack.  For two, she yet has to meet him, and ( Read more... )

Enter one drug dealer ( Read more... )