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Gabriel Gray (Sylar) ([personal profile] complexharmony) wrote2020-11-20 05:38 pm

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[personal profile] heavymetalgears 2020-11-23 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
( This is the weirdest blind date he's ever ... wait, this is the only blind date he's been on, now that he thinks about it. Or, at least, he can't remember being on a blind one before. How he got this person's number was beyond him. He can't recall the night before, and whoever's number he meant to obtain was likely placed in his phone incorrectly, either by himself or by another?

He tries not to worry too much about the details. It'll just piss him off. This encounter happened because he overdid it the night before. It wasn't his first, nor will it be his last. Fuck he felt dumb though, it should be his last time doing it, but he knows better.

He receives another text, and he snorts. He hadn't actually ordered a kid's meal. He was on his third beer and the second basket of bread, however. He calls over a waiter and gives them instructions before he texts back.
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Tell them you're with Hank.
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[personal profile] heavymetalgears 2020-11-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
( Hank spends his time in limbo watching everyone that passes. Most of them wore the restaurant's uniform and was, obviously, not his mystery guest. Not too long of a wait before a promising candidate follows a waiter, and right past Hank's table, he pulls in an audible breath and huffs it right back out. He felt like an idiot. He had no idea what he was doing, in a sense that he had no idea what prompted him to follow through with this sort of encounter.

Well, a few things came to mind, but he doesn't like to acknowledge the insight he has into his behaviors. This particular one stems from loneliness and the need, the desire, for human connection. Hank's more common behaviors derived from recklessness and suicidal ideation. He lifts a beer to his lips and swallows back the remaining last gulps. He sets the beer down. His eyes fall to another waiter leading a young kid. Even as the dark-haired boy sits down at his table, Hank's waiting for the stranger to pass him.

Until he says his name. Gabriel? Didn't this kid say something about fucking flying with an angel? What the fuck...
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You're fucking shitting me. ( He stares at the hand outstretched to him. He neglects to take it. )

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[personal profile] chase_evolution 2020-12-03 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[As Mohinder begins to wake up, his body starts to fight the sedative. It's not exactly a normal fight-or-flight response kicking in, as the drug does its work. But instead, Mohinder groans and thrashes a bit as his consciousness returns. Instincts an hour too late have him almost falling off the seat.]

Wha-?

[There's silence for a long moment as he opens his eyes and surveys his surroundings. He certainly wasn't expecting to be in the back seat of a car, tucked in with his own blanket. Still, it doesn't take long before he's kicking up a fuss. The stretch of Americana outside his window is ominous enough.]

I should've known better than to expect anything less from you! Where are you taking me? I swear, if this is all a lead-up to murdering me horribly, you could've just done so in the comfort of my own home.

[Even after all that, he sounds more offended than scared.]
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[personal profile] chase_evolution 2020-12-03 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[This? This is not at all what Mohinder expected. He's not tied up, he's not hanging from the ceiling. Sylar isn't gloating about the drugged tea. The lack of tension makes things feel almost awkward, if he were to be honest. He finds the mentioned bottles, hesitates for a moment, then cracks it open and takes a few gulps of water. He is quite thirsty.]

Noah, you say. [Easier to broach that subject than the 'important to me' one.] I wasn't aware you were on a first-name basis with Mr. Bennet. Is he still alive?

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[personal profile] shadowrose 2020-12-08 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ ethan does, technically, have an infiltration job to get to, but there's at least six hours left on that deadline. he'll be fine, he's sure of it. that's what he tells himself when he looks sylar in the eyes, taking note of how, ah, handsome he really is. ]

alright, fair enough. no top 40 for me, but you hit the nail on the head with the indie punk.

[ ethan kicks the chair across from him to slide it out towards sylar; he can't be assed to stand up and pull it out himself. he then gestures to the coffee that sits opposite him, untouched. ]

you can sit down. i got you a vanilla latte.

[ when he speaks, his tone is a little light, almost like he's searching for approval. and... maybe he is. ]
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[personal profile] shadowrose 2020-12-08 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ ouch. alright, he's a guy that knows what he wants. it's fine, ethan can survive with two lattes, and his confidence that he carries himself with is just sexy enough to not be obnoxious. longer term, who knows, but for now he's happy to enjoy this for what it is.

and then the bomb is dropped, and ethan gives a soft exhale.

of course. ]


ah, sure. i guess that's what i get for trusting a stranger. you usually one to try and pull one over on people like me? am i part of a ploy, or something? a longer con?

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[personal profile] playslions 2021-01-01 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
(((continued from here.)))

The finer points of mortality vs immortality isn't something he's ever really thought about. He's well aware that he isn't 'immortal' but introspection is very much not a strong suit. Billy is a very 'in the moment' thinker. If that moment doesn't include fucking, fighting or the 'telly it doesn't tend to really hold his attention for long.

Right now, Syler has his full attention.

Black eyes move from the outstretched finger to watch as one button after another goes skittering off. The other man's powers are endlessly fascinating to him and he openly admires this particularly creative way he's putting it to use. Naughty and flirty... very nice.

But the question draws him back to serious things and he looks up to actually consider the answer. Other than what they'd already talked about, does he have any? He's done things he's found didn't particularly do much for him. Usually, when he truly doesn't like something it's situational rather than the thing itself.

"I don't like being restrained." He says it with a simple honesty. He had been surprised that Syler was willing to simply accept his word on respecting boundaries. He wouldn't have trusted himself without some sort of solid assurance. Somehow it seems only fair to return the favor.

Yes, he'd been able to break free so far... but Billy knows that if he tried hard enough Syler could probably do it. The difference between the times Syler had tried already were a definite learning curve. And his strength isn't boundless.

(((Hope you don't mind the format change. This is just easier for long tags on a phone. And new years tags are... very slightly inebriated.)))
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[personal profile] playslions 2021-01-01 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
A bit of rough and tumble is one thing, he can enjoy that. It might even be exciting with someone who can match him, telekinetically or otherwise. But nothing that reminds him being chained, or worse... that bloody chair.

OH hello.. such finely honed control of that power was not only enviable but more than a little titilating. Especially as it tickled, ever so gently brushing the hair trailing the journey from navel to chest. It makes him keenly aware of how much better Syler is at healing. The excitement has him moving closer... all but eliminating the distance between them. Taking the liberty of removing his shirt in the process. Though he does stop just shy enough so Syler has plenty of opportunity to stop and keep them from colliding. Crashing into each other at this point wouldn't exactly be sexy, would it.

"Hmmmn Show me the electricity trick again." He looks him, eyes gleaming with that excitement and hunger. He wants to feel it, taste it just a little. Just enough to know it without risking wakeing Daddy up. Don't want to end things prematurely, not now when it's just getting to the good bits.
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[personal profile] acuriousincident 2021-01-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
( He hasn't bothered responding to the man's last text - really, apart from implying a completely abhorrent treatment of tea (microwave? teabag in boiling water?? utter nightmare fuel), there's little he can add that won't be a waste of energy. He's on his way. To tell him more about his mind... flashing.

Under normal circumstances, Sherlock would deem this firmly outside his area of expertise and therefor, irrelevant. But on the other hand... Well. If the man's actually, what was it, technically a serial killer, he's interesting more or less by default. Sherlock turns the candle between his fingers. Waits for Mrs. Hudson to let in the stranger by the door (she does, eventually, after a couple of rings) and stays in his chair, the one opposite him empty because John's... not in.

Can't remember where he went, really.
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[personal profile] acuriousincident 2021-01-04 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
(( ooc: if relevant, please just run with whatever you like for any further case details - the details below are loosely based on the veiled lodger. ))

( He can hear the stranger small-talking with Mrs. Hudson all the way up the stairs - makes her day, doesn't it, that someone's taken an active interest in her, dear God. Face mostly impassive, he looks up. Takes in the other man's appearance (clothes; gray, relatively neutral, clever choice, be it conscious or not) and files it away, mentally, along with what he's gathered thus far.

So, he might kill people and boast flashy powers but you certainly wouldn't know by looking at him. He also isn't looking at the candle in question and that's wise, considering the many more important details he could be taking in as he stands there, newly arrived. Careful, he thinks and files this away too, though such new, un-tested data might very well soon be altered or replaced.
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You certainly don't much look like a serial killer but then again - who does? ( He balances the candle on the arm rest, narrowing his eyes a fraction. ) The old lady came to me for advice yesterday because her newest tenant baffles and worries her in equal measures. It's a woman in her late-thirties who takes to wearing Venetian masks indoors and out, collecting and creating hundreds of candles like this - (A nod. ) - only to store them in her room. Two nights ago, apparently, a threatening message appeared on the kitchen floor - burn, it said, and be burned.

( Sherlock looks up at the other man, then gives a light shrug. )

Hardly a murder inquiry but a little odd, perhaps, if we're honest.

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[personal profile] chimeramimicry 2021-01-30 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[That text annoys him. He presses his lips together, clutching the flip phone, and does another quick up and down glance. Sylar will get to watch him through that window furiously typing away at the number pad.]

Im not afraid of you.

[He might be one of the only people alive that could say that.]

Where are you watching me from?
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[personal profile] chimeramimicry 2021-01-30 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oooh, his blood is burning. It’s on his face too, though he swallows the scoff in his throat before it can come out. Being an ‘annoying little
Brother’ for his entire life has taught him how not to show his cards. Peter shoves the phone into his back pocket and storms to the window. It’s been painted over, but a little well applied pressure has him cracking the window in its casement so that he can yank it open and grab the cup.]

You’re the only New Yorker that cares.

[Not true but he’s hot enough to yell it anyway. Peter sticks his head out of the window without fear of falling and looks up and the dangling feet.]

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