[incomplete]

[telekineticity]

Who: Jean & Sylar
When: Last night
Where: Out and about
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Jean's not all there in the head, and I don't think Sylar is either. :x
Summary: Jean goes out for a walk, and Sylar decides to join her.

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[eatingurbrainz]

Sylar left the terminal after he had spent some time speaking to that voice, and the other times speaking to Jean. He did enjoy those moments of speaking, after all, with both of them, even. Jean, though, he hadn't seen her for along time. He need need to speak to her.

He headed towards the river himself, knowing it as a location where he could meet up with her. He moved his glasses out of his front pocket, maybe seeing her would spark any memories, but if not, oh well. It would give him a new chance to make her a shiny new toy.

He put those glasses on his nose then walked towards her, staing up at the sky, as if another place. "Doctor Jean Grey?"

[telekineticity]

Jean didn't jump at being disturbed. As a matter of fact, she didn't even move. Her head remained tipped, and her eyes remained focused in on the plate. Looking as intently as she was, she could have sworn she saw the night sky, and the stars that littered it. "Gabriel Gray."

Slowly, her head moved back upright, and she turned to face the man who had come to meet with her. She frowned at the sight of him, only because his face didn't trigger any memories as she had been hoping it would. "I'm glad you came." She was still ever so polite, even through her dissapointment.

[eatingurbrainz]

"I am not offended," he assured. Once aware of his presence, he stepped near her. "The upper level has a sky," he told her. Down here, it was always dark, but he certainly wasn't one to complain. He liked that about it, after all. "It is hard to find others who share my interests," he told her. He was eager to talk with her again. The last time they had spoken was a pleasant time, calming almost. ANd she had the same power as he did. "You and I are much alike, after all."

[telekineticity]

She glanced up once again at the plate, a slight smile gracing her features. "I prefer it dark, like this. The light hurts still, same as too much noise. Still adjusting, I assume." It felt strange to actually speak full sentances to someone, multiple ones in succession of one another. In her time since arriving in the strange city, she had typed a great deal, but not really spoken aloud to anyone. Not even Vincent, the man who had come to find her.

She felt her eyebrow arching in amusement at the mention of being like Gabriel, and her smile grew. "How alike?" She wondered if he knew about her mutant abilities. She assumed he was only referring to their similar interest in genetics.