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THE TOXICITY OF OUR CITY, OF OUR CITY

Feb 10, 2010 23:18

WHO: Sylar and open to... pretty much whoever.
WHAT: Sylar is in prison, and has no choice when it comes to visitors.
WHERE: The prisons
WHEN: Some time after he was "killed" again and locked up.

((Feel free to post at any time of the day, any day this week. He'll most likely just be lying down when your character(s) arrive. Multiple threads are ( Read more... )

jan valentine, lestat de lioncourt, gabriel "sylar" gray, oc - jam, ashelia b'nargin dalmasca, liz lemon, grell sutcliff

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feel free to like... set up whatever sylar would be dreaming about, and jam'll do his thing 8| atwistedfancy February 16 2010, 03:49:22 UTC

Jam was a little disappointed, to say the least, when his favorite toy was found. He'd been so pleased when he'd first located it, broken as it was, so pleased when he'd set it straight and wound it back up again. Endless amusement, that had been. Each night he would dig through the man's dreams, watch those interesting antics as though seeing them firsthand.

And then Sylar had been caught. And Jam was a little disappointed.

He waited until the man had fallen asleep, his first night in the jail, and then he slipped into those favored dreams again. This time it wasn't with the intention of watching. This time it was with contact in mind, as he had told Sylar he would be able to do so long ago.

crazy4pwr February 16 2010, 04:56:03 UTC

Sylar was back in the alley where he had encountered Ashe. He had been having this dream frequently, his mind constantly trying to make sense of what had happened. He was waiting in the shadows when the woman came strolling through. He froze the ground, eliminating her footing, and went for the kill. Her shawl protected her, and then Adam came. In the dream Sylar turned and pulled Adam towards him, slamming him into the ice. That is what he should have done, instead of running. Ashe drew her knife he had known she had hidden, and lashed out. He caught it in his hand, freezing and then shattering the blade. With a wave of his hand her shawl went flying. "Goodbye." With his other he grabbed her and this time did freeze her. With a final wave of his hand her body shattered. Now to finish Adam ( ... )

atwistedfancy February 16 2010, 05:07:51 UTC

Jam took in the setting with some interest. One of Sylar's kills? From his invisible stance, just off to the side, he peered closely at the woman's face before Sylar's sleeping mind fragmented it into glittering shards. No, this face belonged to a woman from the journals. An offworlder. Surely someone would have complained if she'd failed to come home. And the other face -- Jam recognized that one ( ... )

crazy4pwr February 17 2010, 03:56:05 UTC

Everything started going wrong far too quickly. This had never happened before, and Sylar's mind struggled to compensate for the sudden changes. He stumbled back, doing everything he could to keep his balance on the ice that he had created only moments before while not taking his sight off of the monster. As Adam continued to morph into the creature, something within Sylar was reacting quite violently, trying to make some sense of what was going on ( ... )

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