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[highvoltagegirl]

[Elle is sitting in the living room with her book in her lap. She scribbles down a few things, then erases them. This book thing is dumb, anyway. Slamming it closed, she focuses again, for what feels like the millionth time. She holds out her hand in front of her, watching, waiting...

Nope. Still nothing. After what her powers had been doing

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[heartstuttering]

[ A young man, somewhere in his teens, enters the room and stops as the book clatters at his feet. He picks it up and strides forward, offering it as he blinks. Lilac-colored eyes watch impassively. ]

You might need it.

[highvoltagegirl]

[Elle thanks Rolo by staring at him as if he has some kind of mental disorder.]

What would I need a diary for? It's not like I'm in high school.

[But she takes it back anyway.]

[heartstuttering]

[ His only response is to tilt his head slightly. What's with all the crazies showing up? ]

The butler said it's to communicate with others.

[highvoltagegirl]

[She looks at the book, then back at him.]

Why can't we just use computers like all the cool kids?

[takespower]

[ perhaps it was a bad time to come into the living room, but it is too late now. Especially seeing that as he stands in the doorway he is staring at the someone he had killed.

He's going crazy isn't he? Going completely mad and even though he thinks he is hallucinating he opens his mouth to speak but only appears a little... gobbed smacked for the first few seconds ]

Elle. [ hi insanity, my name is Sylar ]

[highvoltagegirl]

[The last time Elle saw Sylar, he had killed her father, tried to kill her, and basically ruined her life. They weren't exactly on good terms. She jumps up, and hold her hands out like she's going to shock him.]

YOU!!

[... Oh wait. Shit. She transfers her hands to her hips and tries not to make that look too awkward.

[takespower]

[ honestly he braces himself for the shock even though he knows it won't come, he exhales briefly for a moment before trying his darnedest to look blank... which is hard when your sort of ex-dead-girlfriend is standing there in front of you ]

You're angry. I can't image why, after all I did kill you.

[highvoltagegirl]

[She hears what he said, but chooses to ignore it. He's just messing with her head. Asshole. She comes closer, trying her best to be intimidating.]

You didn't kill me, you sick bastard. But, when-- when we get out of this, you're going to wish you did. I will find a way to kill you, no matter--

[Despite herself, she gets choked up. Her hands are shaking.]

[noborschtforyou]

...

[nudges the book with the toe of his boot.]

[highvoltagegirl]

[She looks over at him, almost expecting him to pick it up. What? She wasn't getting up and going over there.]

What? You got a problem?

[noborschtforyou]

Girl is not going to pick book up?

[We're not your mother--well, motherland, maybe.]

[highvoltagegirl]

Who are you supposed to be? My dad?

[Whatever. She gets up, walks over, and picks the book up.]