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[gifted_profiler]

[From here.]

The door opens and Frank Black bolts through it.

He's never looked quite like this before, not here. His hands are bruised and bleeding, and his eyes are wide.

Fixed. Staring.

(monsters killers murderers danger)

His lips pull back in a snarl, baring his teeth, as he looks wildly around the bar.

[ooc: Please be aware that Frank

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[river_meimei]

River's perched atop a booth, her head tilted back against the wall and her eyes closed.

The door slams open, and slams shut.

Half a breath -- and River's head snaps sharply around, her eyes wide and shocked and intent.

[gifted_profiler]

He hasn't seen her yet.

(too much too many too loud bleeding screaming killers all)

Frank's fingers are forming claws at his sides as he sidles one step to the right of the door.

Then another.

[river_meimei]

River's hands spread slowly at her sides -- matching, almost, but hers aren't claws. It's as if she's feeling the air, or feeling the stretch of her muscles, or reaching to wrap her hand around something invisible.

"Found you," she whispers, and the aching sorrow is audible.

[gifted_profiler]

His head jerks up.

"Hide and seek."

There's something vicious forming there.

"I. Can find you. This is who we are."

[action_antihero]

Somehow he's ended up in Milliways from CTU again, and Jack's sipping a cup of coffee when he hears the door open violently. Looking up, he spots Frank, spots the wild look in his eyes, the blood on his hands.

A lot of people would shrink back from the sight, want to stay away. Jack, of course, is part of the percentage of the population that runs toward it. He might not know Frank very well, but it's not in his nature to stand back when someone needs help; or when there's a possible threat to others. Looking at Black's face, he's not entirely sure which one it is.

Hurrying over, he reaches out, ready to gently grab Frank if he needs to. "Frank? What's wrong?"

[gifted_profiler]

Frank slams himself back into the wall, hard, to evade Jack's touch.

"No! Get back!"

(scarred hands needles in veins eyes fire explosion of blood)

"You -- you! You can't be trusted!"

('trust me' teeth like knives shards of laughter)

"Killer!"

[action_antihero]

Frank's words hit him like a punch to the gut, and Jack takes a step back, holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner.

"Frank, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to help. You can trust me," he says, gently.

[gifted_profiler]

"Liar."

He snarls it, glaring at Jack.

[sime_channel]

Honestly? That kind of emotion is what Suzi does. It's a lot like a Junct in killmode. So she does what any channel would; she goes toward him, "Do you need help?"

[gifted_profiler]

He jerks around to face her, and his wild, glazed stare locks on the tentacles protruding from her arms.

(foul liquid oozes from them as her mouth judders open in a hiss)

"Monsters. Everywhere."

He hisses it too.

[sime_channel]

Generally? It's considered really, really rude to tweak someone's field without permission. Part of learning to channel is learning when you really, really shouldn't let manners stand between getting attacked and not.

It would be poetic to say that Suzi flattens the crazy man's violent urges like a sledge-hammer, but that wouldn't be right. She drains it, rapidly but gently, so that it doesn't feel as alien.

"Not really, sir. This is Milliways. We're all people here."

[gifted_profiler]

The violent edges of the psychosis are soothed, but the drug is in him, deep in him, working--

Frank stares at her and then laughs, harsh and dry and rasping.

"People are monsters too. Believe it."

[hearthethoughts]

Matt is coming from the outside. Grumpy and frustrated, he skirts the remains of the brawl with a wide birth, his mind humming some senseless tune right before-

He narrowly misses the man walking in and-

His hands go up automatically, "Not here. Easy man, nobody's here like that. I swear."

[gifted_profiler]

Frank shoves him. Hard.

"Get away from me!"

(man outlined in fire and burning burning all the world is burning)

(figure in shadow with a baseball cap pulled down)

His teeth are bared once more.

(tick tick sssssssshhhhh)

Frank freezes.

"You let him get away."

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's world stops.

It's like watching TV in a crappy hotel room. The reception's vague, but the sound, the sound-

He pales, ".....What?"

Sylar's voice was in Audrey's head. YOU WILL PUT YOUR GUN TO YOUR HEAD AND KILL YOURSELF

It was everything. The world. All he could do was stare and seperate the the fact that his voice was trying to crawl into his own head with that stupid static noise-

"...No."

Matt's shaking his head violently, "There was nothing I c-c-could do!"

[gifted_profiler]

"Murderer."

(clatter clamor chaos PRESSURE tick tick TICK as blood drips from Matt's nose)

"Killer."

Frank's advancing on him now.

"You were supposed to STOP HIM!"

[waylostandfound]

There was a man sitting at a table, thinking over some things. Illegitimate daughter, the election, the exploding man.

Nathan glanced up, and noticed the man looking wildly around the bar.
What the?

[gifted_profiler]

Whoever he is, his head snaps around.

(fire burning ash corpses blood dripping from his fingers)

Frank hisses something at him.

It might be a curse.

[waylostandfound]

Oh great... what now?

Nathan eyed him some, "What do you want?"

[gifted_profiler]

"To stop men like you."

It's a low, harsh snarl.

"You. All of you. Everywhere."