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Moriarty doesn't act crazy. He actually is. (crimeconsultant) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-09-01 16:36:00

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gabriel 'sylar' gray, jim moriarty

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Jim Moriarty (and various NPCs)
WHAT: Moriarty sets up a little test for Gabriel. What can I say? He's curious. And bored.
WHEN: Early evening.
WHERE: An apartment building (for NPCs) downtown.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Fire, in Jim's opinion, was quite possibly one of the most breathtaking things to behold. The way the flames took on a life of their own, the plumes of smoke as they wafted lazily toward the sky, the popping and cracking sounds that served as warning of the destruction being wreaked... all of it was, quite simply, beautiful. And when you added in the screams of the terrified people from the upper levels, as well as the smell of burning gasoline that ensured the fire burned both hot and fast, well, needless to say Jim was having quite the good evening. Watching from his spot across the street, concealed by the shadows, he really couldn't find a single thing wrong with his plan.

Of course, that was because his plan was so simple. A mere test, to see just what sort of man Gabriel Gray truly was. Would he rescue the poor souls trapped within the building, nevermind that they were locals and not anyone he was intimately familiar with? Or would he keep to himself, letting the inept authorities deal with the situation, and continue home to his wife and children? It was quite an interesting decision he faced and, depending upon what he chose, would determine just how Jim planned on executing the next phase of his little game.

For now, though, he simply stood in the shadows and watched, biding his time until the man in question came along. Or didn't. Either way, setting the fire had been fun and as for the people? People died. That's just what they did.

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inaworldsocold
2010-09-02 02:26 pm UTC (link)

This was dumb. This was risky. And if anyone found out about it, he'd never live it down. But as he slipped into the building and cast his gaze around the lower floors, ignoring the flames that whipped up to singe his skin, he strained. There was something, there had to be something here that had caused that explosion. Whatever it might have been, though, didn't seem to be on the first floor as he cast his gaze over what remained of the burning rubble. If it had been, the entire building would have come down a long time before.

The stairs were a complete loss, twisted metal and cracking concrete, but Gabriel luckily wasn't reliant on them. Searching each level was a tedious task, one that he could feel ticking down the seconds that he had to actually make a difference. No, he couldn't feel that ticking. He could hear it. Two times over, in fact.

But just where it was coming from was anyone's guess.

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crimeconsultant
2010-09-02 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Not much time left now. Jim glanced casually at his watch, the umbrella dipping forward a bit as he did so, before looking once more to the building across the street. The sirens were getting closer and authorities would be there within the next few minutes. A little too late for those on the fifth floor, unfortunately, as the bomb there was set to go off in less than a minute, but such was the way of things. He grinned faintly as he cast his gaze to the floor in question, watching as a woman held her young child - it looked to be a girl but it was hard to say - close to her chest as she peered down fearfully at the ground below.

Gabriel, of course, could get there in time. However the bomb on in the basement was much easier to locate. Jim was fairly certain that the hysterical teenager the bomb was strapped to likely made that statement of fact a definite one. Then again, she could have passed out from terror. That tended to happen from time to time. Nevermind that she had nearly eight minutes before the bomb was set to go off, victims of her sort didn't really think about things like that. They just made as big of a spectacle as they could in the vain hope someone would help them.

Maybe she'd get lucky. Maybe not. Maybe Gabriel would give up and just leave. Anything, really, was possible and Jim for one couldn't wait to see what happened next.

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inaworldsocold
2010-09-02 10:31 pm UTC (link)

One was close, one close that he could almost reach out and touch it. So that's exactly what he did, reaching out in both directions and drawing things towards him, ignoring the flaming debris that crashed into his hands, burning them momentarily, until he caught a device, elegantly crafted, that was ticking out the time that the building had left. Turning it in his hands, Gabriel stared down at it for a moment, taking in how much time he still had, before turning to follow the last noise back down.

Down to the first floor and looking around frantically for something. Ice coated his hands, keeping the timer on the bombs frozen in stasis as he threw his gaze around until he happened to spot what looked like a set of stairs covered by debris. Down. He had to keep going down. Pulling the fallen material out of the way, Gabriel headed down the stairs, his eyes going wide at the sight in front of him.

"The sick fuck..." Gabriel said quietly. He'd had an inkling who might have been behind this, but it wasn't until this moment that he was sure. What sort of monster strapped a teenager to a bomb?

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