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Day Twenty-One: Holy Hell, Another One!

Mar 11, 2009 10:35

Who: Sylar
When: Evening
Where: Oot and aboot *snort*
Rating: R - he's still pissed
Invasion: at your own risk Yesh

Status: Open, ongoing
Summary: Nuuuuuuuuuuu

( ...for what you did to me//and what I'll do to you//you get, what everyone else gets//you get a lifetime... )

bad horse, - in progress - caz, *day 21, @outside, gabriel "sylar" gray

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justified_sins March 12 2009, 03:39:58 UTC

He hadn't woken up on his bed of blankets and soft things. He hadn't even woken up in his elaborate, palatial stable. No, he'd woken up here, on the hard, dirty ground.

And none of his minions were around to groom him, or offer him food. He'd had to forage like a common horse, and drink from a pond.

He'd taken to exploring around, avoiding the buildings for the most part - he didn't like the idea of someone jumping out from behind one and saying 'boo'. It was very unnerving when people did that.

Instead, he'd roamed the plain until he'd come across the man pitching rocks into the cave.

He regarded that curiously before he snorted to catch the man's attention so he didn't surprise him.

No one liked surprises.

not_most_people March 12 2009, 05:00:10 UTC

He'd been kind of muttering to himself in an angry sort of way and not really paying attention when he heard the rather distinct sound of a horse snorting. Cocking an eyebrow, he turned to see a horse. Huh. He didn't recall them having a horse before. All right then ...

Shaking his head, he melted another rock, trying to work out his frustrations, horse or no horse. Still, if it could stop standing there, that would be great. Fucking creepy.

justified_sins March 12 2009, 05:18:26 UTC

Bad Horse stepped a little closer. He looked around for his minions - they usually sang songs to communicate on his behalf - but of course they still weren't here.

Sigh.

"What're you doing?" he inquired curiously. It didn't look terribly productive, or evil, whatever this man was doing. Muttering and tossing rocks? BH snorted and tossed his head slightly.

not_most_people March 12 2009, 06:32:39 UTC

"Holy shit, a talking horse," he exclaimed, looking round again.

He boggled about that for a moment before he decided he really couldn't be any more weirded out by that than he was anything else here.

"Expending energy," he ventured, "There's some fucked up shit going on today."

Not the least of which involved a talking horse.

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