081 - but if you look twice you can see it's all lies

Jan 22, 2011 14:10

Popularity is a joke. How do you people deal with everyone wanting something from you? Wanting your time, your thoughts. Your opinions.

I can barely even think.

[Private to Tim]
I don't know how to do this anymore.

[Private to Cissie]
Are we going to talk

Spam for Claire )

action spam, last voyages, she turned into a gecko, my powers are the best thing ever, cissies a little like jailbait, the reddest of robins isnt so bad

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Day 1 spam. gray_atonement January 22 2011, 21:40:57 UTC
[Sylar had already been said greeted in passing by two different people, one woman and one man, before he caught sight of the wave. It was a relief when it was Claire, as he wasn't certain how many more times he could make up excuses of why he was loitering in the area but didn't have time to talk. Immediately he began walking toward her. After all, they were meant to be engaged, so her presence fit his cover ( ... )

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Day 1 spam. gray_atonement January 22 2011, 21:57:10 UTC
[Sylar was practically oblivious to the idea of doing anything for show and he stared at her in confusion when she told him that before his mind caught up with what she meant and he realized that she thought the hug was for show as well. It was easier that way, he supposed, so he said nothing to contradict. The killer swallowed.]

"No. Let's.. I have something to show you." [He didn't actually have anything to show her, but it sounded like a good excuse to get them out of the open and into an unoccupied classroom or something of the like. Instead of taking her hand in his, he instead moved to wrap his arm around her shoulders as they began to walk because it was less intimate and Sylar wasn't certain he could deal with any more intimacy right now. Not at this moment.]

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[Private] He's high school age? I'm blanking on everything. XD peektuttut January 22 2011, 21:45:13 UTC
Where are you right now? [He's actually adapting decently to this fatherhood thing. :|]

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[Private] 21, college. Lacrosse player, popular, good student. :3 gray_atonement January 22 2011, 21:49:04 UTC
On campus.

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[Private] Gotcha! <3 peektuttut January 23 2011, 00:23:12 UTC
Do you want me to come get you?

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[Private] gray_atonement January 23 2011, 03:21:18 UTC
What? No.

Why?

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ichoosefight January 23 2011, 01:21:56 UTC
You're a popular kid? I don't think I can talk to you anymore.

...Which would be more of an issue if I wasn't seven.

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gray_atonement January 23 2011, 03:19:34 UTC
I don't even know who you are.

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ichoosefight January 23 2011, 03:20:54 UTC
I'll give you a hint: You may or may not like me.

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Private gray_atonement January 23 2011, 03:21:39 UTC
Elle?

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Private heavenonthemind January 23 2011, 03:40:18 UTC
That's not quite a problem with me.

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Private gray_atonement January 23 2011, 03:47:16 UTC
Unpopular?

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Re: Private heavenonthemind January 23 2011, 03:48:36 UTC
Incredibly so.

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Private gray_atonement January 23 2011, 03:52:44 UTC
What are you?

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Spam! notarrowette January 23 2011, 03:48:14 UTC
[Cissie trudged into the house Saturday night after her "carpool" dropped her off. She'd been caught by surprise when a mom in a minivan full of girls had shown up that afternoon to pick her up for a ballet recital, but she hadn't been able to escape it. Though maybe that would have been for the best. She hadn't had a ballet recital in five or six years; it was surprising how much came back to her, but she hadn't been perfect. Judging by the reactions of her port counterpart's "friends" and teacher, she hadn't even been close to perfect. It was humiliating and depressing. She'd never done that badly in any class or performance she'd been involved in as a child, and it was not very fun. None of the other girls would talk to her on the way home, which was kind of a relief. Pretending to be nine wasn't that easy ( ... )

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Spam! gray_atonement January 23 2011, 04:01:00 UTC
[Sylar had thought that the house was empty as he made his way down the stairs in jeans and without a shirt toward the kitchen to find some food. He had been exposed to lacrosse practice earlier and was covered in bruises from missing the ball and being checked. The aching whenever anything touched his skin was why he opted to be without a shirt now, but he froze when he stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and saw the girl sitting there.

He did an awkward half turn as he considered leaving, turned back toward her, and then away again. The intelligent thing would be to turn around and walk away, but some part of him still held out hope for their reconciliation. He was also concerned, in spite of himself, at her nightmares and the screaming he heard from her room. Multiple times he had lay awake listening or risen to the hall, but never had he mustered the courage to enter her room and make sure she was alright.

And so he stood there, still awkwardly turning occasionally to debate staying or going.]

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Spam! notarrowette January 23 2011, 07:07:42 UTC
[Cissie had her back to the door, so she didn't notice him immediately. Instead, she poured herself a bowl of cereal and realized she still needed milk. Which meant clamoring down from the tall chair to go to the fridge and grab the gallon. It wasn't that this was incredibly difficult; she wasn't that small, but she was small for her age compared to the other kids her age, which was something she wasn't used to. And she definitely wasn't used to being this size. A gallon of milk felt about twice as heavy as it should. She was preoccupied, and Sylar was still in the hall, so she didn't notice him even while she carried the milk back to the counter and climbed up on the chair again. She went to pour the milk in the bowl, but her grip on the heavy jug slipped. The carton thumped to the counter, hitting the edge of the bowl and sending cereal scattering across the marble surface while sloshing milk out that completely missed the bowl ( ... )

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Spam! gray_atonement January 23 2011, 08:59:24 UTC
"Because you're normal." [He couldn't pass up the quip even if he wanted to. Despite that, the killer moved forward even as he spoke to put a lid on the milk and return it to the fridge. Then he began cleaning up the cereal with his hands, begrudging the loss of his abilities once again. Sylar was silent beyond that, realizing it was probably awkward just for him to be helping her like this, but he didn't know for certain and couldn't decipher her moods very well any more with them being more extreme and his penchant for understanding being lost.]

"Go grab a towel." [Sylar told her softly with an expression usually reserved for the best of times that they had had, minus the smile. A vulnerable appearance with a hint of introversion that only made him seem more sincere. The inmate continued cleaning up the cereal, hoping she would listen to him.]

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