[16] Cissie hates her life today [OPEN SPAM]

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[So, Cissie is having a Bad Day. Between Rayne's post and the unfiltered comments in Sylar's revealing that he's been keeping things from her and has a bit of bloodlust, and her talk with Tim about his deal and what Sylar's been up to, she is not a happy camper. The only side of Sylar she ever saw before was his nice side and he convinced her he

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AND NOW IT'S NOT A PLACEHOLDER.

[painhumbles]

[Congratulations, Cissie. Murphy isn't the only woman to get unexpectedly dropped in on. At least he has the sense his dad gave a penguin to not be directly in the line of fire when he appears.]

Lemme guess. The punching bag forgot to call you?

IT IS A THING OF BEAUTY!

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[Cissie jumps and whirls to face him... which means the punching bag gets some revenge by smacking into her back. Yeah, she's that distracted. She staggers a little and makes a face.]

Something like that. Or it insulted my ancestors.

[painhumbles]

[Gabriel mock glowers at the punching bag.]

How dare it? [He steps a bit closer.] Anything to do with Wonderboy losing his Warden of the Year award?

[Yeah, Gabriel pays attention. HE KNOWS THE LIVES OF EVERYONE ON THE BARGE... And doesn't give a shit, half the time.]

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[Cissie immediately tenses. She spends about half a second stressing over why he called Tim that--and then remembers Gabriel is an angel and has probably known all along, and she's not going to think too hard on that because it's not her problem. Nope. She's just going to... cross her arms and glare like a mature person.]

I don't care what everyone else thinks of him. If he thinks it's the right thing--well, whatever. It's got nothing to do with me.

[LIES, LIES, LIES.]

[painhumbles]

[YOU CAN'T LIE TO AN ANGEL, CISSIE. Gabriel crosses his arms to mimic her and arches his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly.]

Oh really?

[Even if he wasn't an angel, he knows that defense mechanism. He invented that defense mechanism.]

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[SHE CAN TRY! And fail, yes. And now she looks incredibly disgusted and makes a face.]

Well, it's not like he tells me anything. And he knows what he's doing, usually. It's not like he cares what everyone thinks, so why should I.

[painhumbles]

I dunno. Why should you? [Look. He's been here. He doesn't know the answer to that question either. He rolls his eyes, because PARENTING? NOT HIS BAG. AT ALL. He likes being the eccentric uncle.] Look. I've never had to give the "men are pigs" speech, so I'll just get straight to the point: Men are pigs. There. Simple.

[Yeah. Gabe sucks at this.]

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[He maybe doesn't suck as much as he thinks he does. Because Cissie stops and blinks at him.] That's... I don't like being lied to.

[painhumbles]

[He shrugs, nonchalantly.] Name one person who does. [He pauses long enough to click his tongue.] That's the problem with the world today. No honesty. And maybe if I'm generic enough, something'll stick. I kinda left all my valuable life teachings back on shore where I can fiddle with the laws of the universe at will. Y'know how it goes.

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[All right, Gabe. You are making her smile. It's a tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless.] Generic's working. Point taken. I need to stop taking everything personally?

[painhumbles]

[HE'S GOOD AT THAT.]

Maaaybe a little. [He throws an arm around her.] Also, if I need to knock someone's head against a wall a few times, y'know where to find me.

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[She leans her head against his shoulder, still smiling.] Yeah, but I'm not mad at you. Plus, you whine.