Application: Dr. Mohinder Suresh, "Heroes"

Aug 03, 2007 02:17

((Okayed by the other Heroes muns!))An Indian man walks into the Sorting Room, carrying a small duffel bag, a computer bag, and a briefcase. Unlike many other applicants, he doesn't seem particularly shocked by his presence in this room; rather, he looks around with purpose, giving a satisfied nod as he surveys his surroundings ( Read more... )

mohinder suresh, sylar gray, charles foster ofdensen, dale smither, pam beesly, arthur dent, mel beeby, nathan petrelli, noah bennet, application, sam winchester, carrie white, rogue, stephen maturin

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damnrap August 3 2007, 14:20:34 UTC
((Eeeee! *glomps*))

The sorting room -- heck, that and the whole damn castle -- was a deafening hubbub of voices, so it took a little while before Dale realised that she recognised one of them. Another second and she'd put a face to it, in a moment of horrified realisation.

(He wasn't the last person she wanted to see here, but he came close.)

There was a whole lot of angry Dale Smither, standing very suddenly in front of Mohinder. "What the hell are you doing here, Suresh?" The volume of her own voice made her twitch uncomfortably.

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drmonologue August 3 2007, 18:16:40 UTC
Mohinder had pretty much the exact opposite reaction to seeing Dale as she did to seeing him. He couldn't have been more shocked, but he also couldn't have been more delighted.

"Miss Smithers?" He gaped at her, then beamed brilliantly. "My God! You're alive! How-- how is that even possible?" He was pretty certain she had been dead the last time he saw her. The fact that her brain had been removed was fairly indicative. He felt a quick stab of guilt; her death had really been his fault. If only he hadn't led Sylar to her...

Wait, wait. Oh God. She was dead. And Sylar had been stabbed and now he was here. And... Mohinder's eyes widened. "This isn't...?" He had come here by choice, but what if you couldn't get in unless you were dead?

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damnrap August 3 2007, 18:39:29 UTC
Wait-- why was he smiling at her? That wasn't the reaction you were meant to have when you'd gotten someone murdered. And Dale had no way of knowing that Mohinder had been duped. For all she knew, he could've been a willing accomplice.

But from that angle, why would he sound pleased that she seemed to be alive? Unless he was acting, of course.

"No," she answered his first question coldly, glaring at him. "I'm not."

But something else had occured to her, and on top of the anger a wave of fear filled her eyes and her throat. If Suresh was here, then...? "Is he here?" she demanded hoarsely. "Did you come alone?"
God, she hoped the answer was the second one.

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drmonologue August 3 2007, 19:01:26 UTC
His cheer faded, leaving him to guilt and worry. Of course she wouldn't be nearly so happy to see him. She probably blamed her death on him, and rightfully so. He didn't even consider the possibility that she'd thought he willfully had had her killed -- Mohinder didn't always think things through to completion and he sometimes missed obvious cues like that. But either she'd come back to life or else he was...

He opened his mouth to speak again, to ask the question or to explain himself, perhaps, but was cut off by her question. He blinked, then winced. "I... yes and no, I'm afraid. I did come alone, but I ran into him soon after my arrival." There was no need to ask who he was.

Mohinder swallowed. "I'm so sorry, Miss Smither. I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am." And surely this was the place to atone. He closed his eyes and tried to steel himself. "Is this... the afterlife, then?" Maybe this wasn't the place he thought it was at all. Maybe he had died en route.

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damnrap August 3 2007, 19:22:53 UTC
His answer was less than welcome, and Dale shivered, looking around quickly and jerking one arm up in defense as if expecting Sylar to be right behind her. Maybe she was expecting it-- right now she didn't know what she should be feeling. How did you react to being dead, even at the best of times?

She swung back around to face Mohinder, barely registering his apology. "It's not, or I'd be glad that he's here," she said shortly. "Some people are dead and others aren't, don't ask me how it works." Dale tipped her head back, shaking, and tried to bring her breathing under control: it was rapid and shallow, and her heart was fluttering even faster than his. Then she looked back at Mohinder and added quickly, almost pleading: "Don't tell him. Don't tell him I'm here."

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drmonologue August 3 2007, 20:54:01 UTC
Mohinder's brow wrinkled at her explanation. Now he was just downright confused. Sylar had already explained that no one could die, and the possibility of the school really only existing in the next life would certainly make sense of that, but... the living mixing with the dead? That was just... bizarre.

At least he wasn't dead. That was something of a relief. He breathed in deeply, trying to settle his own rapidly beating heart. "Of course I won't tell him," he assured her shakily. What kind of a man did she think he was? "I couldn't let him hurt you..." He bowed his head. "Not again."

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damnrap August 5 2007, 10:06:37 UTC
Dale clenched her fists as she heard her own pulse rise in anger. There's no 'of course' about it, she wanted to shout at him. I didn't see you there holding him back.

But she held that in, because suddenly she wasn't so sure of it. He sounded genuinely contrite, for all that was worth. So, though she was still glaring, and her voice was loud and barely controlled, she said instead: "Did you know that he'd -- what he'd--"

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drmonologue August 6 2007, 08:09:40 UTC
Mohinder didn't look up. He wasn't sure he wanted to see her face at that particular moment. "I-- I do now, yes. But at the time, no. I didn't found out till afterwards who he truly was."

He remembered, in fact, it had been almost immediately after that. The newspaper clipping; the slow and horrifying realization -- more than one, really, several piling up one on top of the other. It had been like a landslide, and he'd had to lock himself in his motel bathroom until the heaves had passed.

He swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry," he said again. Really, he couldn't say it enough. "I was trying to protect you..."

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damnrap August 7 2007, 10:52:58 UTC
Dale made a slighly strangled noise that could have been laughing if it hadn't been so utterly humourless. It said, quite clearly: nice job you did, there.

Then she sat down rather suddenly on a chair, because all the strength in her legs had decided to go away and hide. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, to be honest. She was imagining much the same thing that Mohinder was, though her version involved him finding out by walking in on some other poor bastard with half his head removed, and the murderer there looming over it. She didn't think she could imagine him not looming. She didn't want to imagine him at all.

She tried to stop herself shaking.

"He didn't... anyone else?" she asked hoarsely, before realising suddenly that she didn't know how Mohinder had gotten here. What if--?

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drmonologue August 10 2007, 00:27:30 UTC
Mohinder followed Dale's lead, sitting down heavily in a nearby seat. He looked a little mournful at her laugh, but didn't chide her; she was, of course, entirely right to her skepticism. At her question, his hangdog face grew even longer. He averted his eyes.

"I... I'm afraid so. Only one man that I know of, after you." Before Dale, there might have been countless people -- he certainly knew of at least four. "A man called Ted Sprague."

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damnrap August 13 2007, 15:49:11 UTC
"After me?" she repeated, looking sharply up at him, and noticing his expression for the first time. She dropped her head again, stomach twisting hollowly.

"Oh God."

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