Return owldone_huntingSeptember 4 2007, 20:30:45 UTC
Sylar,
You know what I mean. You hurt anyone, it's not going to go well for you.
Look, man, I know what you're going through. I do. And if you want to talk or something, I can do that. We can, I don't know, get coffee or something. Just don't do something you'll regret.
Return owldone_huntingSeptember 4 2007, 20:43:00 UTC
Sylar,
Look, I'm sure that the whole 'I'm a creepy mo fo' vibe works with other people. But I'm not exactly Mr. All-American. So you can drop it now. I was killing things like you before my tenth birthday.
Also, 'Mr. Winchester' is my father. I'm Sam.
With your powers. Your abilities. I've seen people like you go down the whole death and destruction rode, and I'm telling you, it doesn't have to be like that. Facts checked, man.
Owl Returnsdone_huntingSeptember 4 2007, 20:31:59 UTC
Dean,
Sure? It's going to be a week, at least. Rachel shoved a couple runs at me, and I found some suspicious activity up north of London I want to check out.
Are you kidding me? Have you seen the hut? And all of the pink? Uh, that freaking poltergeist from Chuck E. Cheese is looking pretty good right now, and you know how that ended, man.
'Why?', was the most prominent question here. This completely random guy. He'd been in that girl's sorting, Violet. The one who could turn invisible. And something else, something she hadn't gotten to reveal before this guy had interrupted, all nine feet of Needing to Help and Self-Righteousness. Who did that, anyway?
And then the same guy, owling him out of the blue. From warning him not to hurt anybody - God, if he had a nickel for every time people told him that - to more of that self-help, novel mentality. Wanting to help Sylar. To fix him. Nobody did that. There was writing him off as a sociopath. There was... Mohinder, asking if he was really going to repent for everything, while the damn sap was dialing out 9-1-1 on his own part. There wasn't this, there wasn't tea and everything.
He was only here because of the newest things this Winchester guy had told him about. Certain abilities. It was only for SCIENCEout of mere curiosity. ...Nothing else.
There was a strangely Gabriel-esque tone to the way he was tugging at his
( ... )
Sam arrived just a little bit after Sylar, but spent a good five minutes scoping out the area. Looking for traps. For exits. Making sure that he had a nice, easy escape route. Dean would kill him for going in without a weapon, but somehow Sam thought that walking in like Rambo would backfire.
Finally he eased down across from the man, flashing him a slightly wary grin, tipping up his eyebrows in a wince at the music. "Um," he said, lacing his fingers together and resting his arms on the table. "Hey."
Sam Winchester, saving the world one sociopath at a time.
Even with the headphones, he could hear Sam coming. With the rap music, it wasn't as if everything was canceled out entirely, it was just... the beats. Something static. Something to concentrate on, that was regular. Not hundreds of heartbeats, inhales, murmurs deep within the castle that people were positive nobody could else was held privy to. Little did they know...
Footsteps were easiest to pick out, next to heartbeats. Especially Sam's, against the stone floors of the castle. Some form of boots, clearly audible over the Dr. Dre. Slow, almost careful steps, as if to not tread to heavily around the crazy man. Sylar was plucking out the ear buds as the other man sat, and the look in his eyes could only be described as cautious. Rap was still blaring out the headphones, just before he clicked off the iPod and flinched a bit. Even after months of having... this, switching from one extreme to the other so far as decibel levels went... Damn, he was never going to get used to this
( ... )
Yeah, this was going great! Not awkward or weird or both of them checking for the door. Mentally face palming, Sam gave Sylar a kind of bland, hopeful smile and reached for a tea pot. If having Lily Evans as his tutor for the better part of four months had taught him anything, it was that tea was the ultimate conversational bridge.
"Do you like rap?"
Oh, brilliant, Sam. Great. Handing Sylar his cup of tea, Sam grimaced apologetically. "Sorry. I just thought the only person who listened to music that loud was my brother."
Wrapping long fingers around his mug, Sam considered it for a minute. "When did you know?" Brown eyes, far too eager, glanced up.
Return owldone_huntingSeptember 5 2007, 17:46:07 UTC
Violet,
That...is incredibly true. Glad to see you've figured that out already - congratulations! Now you just have to wrap your brain around talking-Hat-sponsored weddings and a professor who is a giant marshmallow and you're all set. XD
Hey, cool! Yeah, probably. I'm actually just about to head to the library, if you wanted to come with?
It's the Wizarding equivalent of text messages. You get used to it. Always helps to give them, like, some toast or something. Word gets around that you're stingy and suddenly nobody wants to take your mail, you know?
Return owldone_huntingSeptember 7 2007, 03:33:44 UTC
Violet,
I so wish I was. You have no idea.
Sounds good! Um...yeah, pretty much the moving stairs get me every time. How about I meet you in the common room? Tell me when; God knows I'm not doing much of anything right now. I am in sad need of a life of some kind.
He's been hanging around me a lot, lately. I think because my friend Steph's chicken (yes, chicken, seriously, I don't know) tends to be kind of a pig, so when I made a bunch of cookies last week I gave the slightly burned ones to Buff (the chicken), and then Defero (what I named the owl - Deff for short) caught wind of it and I couldn't help but feed him too and...
Yeah. Long story short - I have a pet owl. Dangers of this place, man.
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It was Sam, wasn't it?
'Stay away from people'? A little unapproachable as an actual solution, considering the hundreds of students here, I should think.
-S
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You know what I mean. You hurt anyone, it's not going to go well for you.
Look, man, I know what you're going through. I do. And if you want to talk or something, I can do that. We can, I don't know, get coffee or something. Just don't do something you'll regret.
-Sam
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I wouldn't suggest threats for a man in your position, Mr. Winchester. Greater people have tried. Greater people have also ended up riddled with holes
sure ...What, exactly, is it that I'm 'going through' again? Fact check. Then send the letter.
-S
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Look, I'm sure that the whole 'I'm a creepy mo fo' vibe works with other people. But I'm not exactly Mr. All-American. So you can drop it now. I was killing things like you before my tenth birthday.
Also, 'Mr. Winchester' is my father. I'm Sam.
With your powers. Your abilities. I've seen people like you go down the whole death and destruction rode, and I'm telling you, it doesn't have to be like that. Facts checked, man.
-Sam
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Hell freaking yes. I'm gonna explode if I don't get out, man.
Dean.
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Sure? It's going to be a week, at least. Rachel shoved a couple runs at me, and I found some suspicious activity up north of London I want to check out.
We can take my car.
-Sam
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Are you kidding me? Have you seen the hut? And all of the pink? Uh, that freaking poltergeist from Chuck E. Cheese is looking pretty good right now, and you know how that ended, man.
HAHAHAHA. HAHAHA. Ha.
No.
Dean.
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Dude, you lost me at the clown reference. Is that a yes or a 'I'd rather be left behind in wedded bliss'?
Don't knock Bessie.
-Sam
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And then the same guy, owling him out of the blue. From warning him not to hurt anybody - God, if he had a nickel for every time people told him that - to more of that self-help, novel mentality. Wanting to help Sylar. To fix him. Nobody did that. There was writing him off as a sociopath. There was... Mohinder, asking if he was really going to repent for everything, while the damn sap was dialing out 9-1-1 on his own part. There wasn't this, there wasn't tea and everything.
He was only here because of the newest things this Winchester guy had told him about. Certain abilities. It was only for SCIENCEout of mere curiosity. ...Nothing else.
There was a strangely Gabriel-esque tone to the way he was tugging at his ( ... )
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Finally he eased down across from the man, flashing him a slightly wary grin, tipping up his eyebrows in a wince at the music. "Um," he said, lacing his fingers together and resting his arms on the table. "Hey."
Sam Winchester, saving the world one sociopath at a time.
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Footsteps were easiest to pick out, next to heartbeats. Especially Sam's, against the stone floors of the castle. Some form of boots, clearly audible over the Dr. Dre. Slow, almost careful steps, as if to not tread to heavily around the crazy man. Sylar was plucking out the ear buds as the other man sat, and the look in his eyes could only be described as cautious. Rap was still blaring out the headphones, just before he clicked off the iPod and flinched a bit. Even after months of having... this, switching from one extreme to the other so far as decibel levels went... Damn, he was never going to get used to this ( ... )
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"Do you like rap?"
Oh, brilliant, Sam. Great. Handing Sylar his cup of tea, Sam grimaced apologetically. "Sorry. I just thought the only person who listened to music that loud was my brother."
Wrapping long fingers around his mug, Sam considered it for a minute. "When did you know?" Brown eyes, far too eager, glanced up.
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Yeah, I reme What happe Don't worry about it. Anyway, "weird" seems to be a byword for this place. :)
I'm fine, thanks, most of the people here are really friendly. And I'm in Gryffindor too! Can we So we might see each other around.
What's with the owl?
~Violet
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That...is incredibly true. Glad to see you've figured that out already - congratulations! Now you just have to wrap your brain around talking-Hat-sponsored weddings and a professor who is a giant marshmallow and you're all set. XD
Hey, cool! Yeah, probably. I'm actually just about to head to the library, if you wanted to come with?
It's the Wizarding equivalent of text messages. You get used to it. Always helps to give them, like, some toast or something. Word gets around that you're stingy and suddenly nobody wants to take your mail, you know?
-Sam
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...You're joking. I think that Hat must be what people have in mind when they talk about the dangers of doing drugs.
Sure! Will there be I need to get to know the castle anyway-- on which topic, where is the library? I'm no match for the moving stairs.
That? Is brilliant. I gave yours some chocolate, he seemed to like it. He's adorable. :)
~Violet
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I so wish I was. You have no idea.
Sounds good! Um...yeah, pretty much the moving stairs get me every time. How about I meet you in the common room? Tell me when; God knows I'm not doing much of anything right now. I am in sad need of a life of some kind.
He's been hanging around me a lot, lately. I think because my friend Steph's chicken (yes, chicken, seriously, I don't know) tends to be kind of a pig, so when I made a bunch of cookies last week I gave the slightly burned ones to Buff (the chicken), and then Defero (what I named the owl - Deff for short) caught wind of it and I couldn't help but feed him too and...
Yeah. Long story short - I have a pet owl. Dangers of this place, man.
-Sam
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