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Tweak says, "Dude, there's a cow behind you"

Elle Bishop (frayed_fuse) wrote in heroes_rpg,
@ 2009-03-17 02:08:00

Who: Elle Bishop, Luke Campbell, Gabriel "Sylar" Gray, and an NPC Baby Noah
Where: Gabriel apartment
When: Four hours after eating at the diner.
Why: To unite a family, test Gabriel, and dramatics
Open: Only to those listed above
Rating: I’d think medium?

Elle was extremely tense as she walked up the stairwell with Noah on her hips and Luke behind her. She was able to move up the stairs faster then him since he was weighted down with bags. He offered, more out of consideration, but Elle took full advantage of it and loaded the poor teenager down with bags.

Elle knew she was playing with fire and hoped like hell that Noah and herself wouldn’t be burnt, but she wanted this! Especially after meeting Luke and hearing how he was left alive. Even though she was tremendously jealous, she knew if Gabriel would let this kid live after seeing him again, she’d stay.

Yes, it was a trap for both of them, but she had to know! Elle needed to know that they could try to mend the broken pieces and be a family. Luke’s life hung on the edge by her curiosity, but it was worth it for Noah could have the life that Elle and Gabriel both always wanted. However, if Luke died, Elle and Noah were going to leave and weren’t coming back.

Her and Gabriel had a lot to work through, but as of now, Noah will have his father in his life. She secretly prayed in her mind that in the next few minutes she could say keep saying that.

As she stopped on the second floor, Noah kept repeating “ma ma ma ma” over again for he wanted to be put down and Elle looked at him with a smile and then placed a finger to his lips for him to stop babbling. She turned and looked back down saw Luke struggling. She felt sorry for him, to her he seemed like a good kid, just misguided and she almost, just almost felt bad for putting him through this plan. However, she needed to know though, she needed to see, that Gabriel had changed. You could tell anyone something, but to show it was true would prove it.

“He is in C.” she called down to him and then disappeared to look for his apartment. Once she was at the door, she sighed, and then sat Noah down straighten out his outfit and pulling down her shirt. She had kicked the mat and noticed a key. “Your daddy is such a dork.” she commented to Noah as she picked up the key and then looked at the door.

In a quick swoop, Noah was back on her hips and she unlocked the door. “Hello…” she said softly as she let herself in the apartment. It beat waiting nervously if she had knocked and waited for him to answer. She walked in, slid the key in her pocket as she looked around, the apartment looked nice. Noah hugged on to her tightly and Elle put a finger to her mouth as she listened to whistling and followed it through the apartment.

The whistling lead her to a room in the back and Elle peeked her head around to see a nursery fully set up. She was astonished at the sight since Gabriel went all out! Really, she shouldn’t have been so shocked. She knew he would go overboard. She brought her mouth down to Noah’s little ear and whispered something repeatedly. She knew he wouldn’t make the connection yet, but he was old enough to duplicate simple two-letter word when told. Noah cooed and then said “Da Da.” Elle smirked as she looked at Gabriel since they got his attention. “Hey you!" she chimed sweetly, but then she added "Really, a key under the mat? I know you are powerful and all, however you are aware there are sociopaths running around in the world?” she asked as she smiled brightly as him.

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 12:16 am UTC (link)

"I really need to get some clean clothes of my own." He chuckled, carrying his other clothes to the backpack he'd carried with him from Washington back to New York. In the backpack was everything he currently owned. Including the glasses he now needed thanks to one of the cells he'd been locked in causing his powers to backfire upon him. It'd ruined his previously perfect vision. Pulling those out of his bag he sighed as he polished the lenses and looked up at Sylar. "One of the cells kinda messed up my eyes." he murmured by way of explination before putting them away again. He really didn't want to wear them.

As a teenage boy he was always hungry. Though he was still a little wary of the older man he stood up and drew closer at the possibility of food. "Yeah... I guess you could say I kind of am." Or more than kind of. He just really wasn't about to admit it in front of Sylar.

Hanging back for just a moment he walked towards Sylar, watching him in curious silence for a moment. There was something he wanted to know but didn't know how to go about asking or if by asking he'd end up pinned to another wall. "So... did you find him?" he asked softly

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sinsofthe
2009-03-28 12:27 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well, nobody is anything more than a blurry mass to me. Haven't been much more than for the last few years," Sylar said, quietly extracting a pair from his top pocket and waving them for Luke to see before putting them back. He still didn't wear them much. They made him look far too much like the nerd that he used to be, the weak and frail and fragile individual who couldn't take care of himself much less anyone else. But still, having them there, if it was necessary, was better than coping without them like he had practically since he'd went from Gabriel to Sylar.

Extracting a few items from the fridge, Sylar popped the packages on the deli slices, opening the bread before pushing the remainder of the potato salad in the deli container, finishing a fork out of the drawer as well, over to Luke as he started fixing a few sandwiches, Sylar went quiet at the question, his attention having focused almost completely on the task at hand.

Did he find him? He had. He had found him, and he still regretted it even after the memory had been pushed as far back to the recesses of his mind as possible. It still hurt. He'd gotten his answers. He's gotten what he'd always wanted, but now, he wished he'd never gone looking.

"You were right," Sylar said after the extended silence. "I would have been better off if I'd just left it alone."

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 01:13 am UTC (link)

There was something about the idea of Sylar in glasses that brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd never seen the older man in glasses, hadn't even known he'd wore them. In front of Luke he'd always gone without them. "Yeah? See... I didn't know that. So... I could be anyone in the world telling you that I'm Luke Campbell and you wouldn't really know because I'm just a blurry mass to you anyway." He laughed, constantly forgetting that Sylar had this odd way of knowing when some one lying.

Following Sylar into the kitchen, Luke stood at the other end of the counter, watching the older man. The silence had a way of worrying him and, for a moment, he wondered if he should get his power ready. He didn't want the older man taking out whatever anger he still held on him again. He'd had quite enough of it in that abandoned diner out in the middle of nowhere. Frowning a little when Sylar finally spoke up he nodded. "I'm sorry." he said softly. "I should've been a little more direct about it."

Though he didn't know if Sylar would've believed him or not. The older man had a way of hearing only whatever he wanted to hear. The two of them were very similiar in that way. Luke tended to tune things out too. "Parents usually are a let down... they're never what we expect them to be." He paused and turned back towards the room Elle had disappeared into. "You know... I wouldn't say you would've been better off. At least now you know what you don't want to be."

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sinsofthe
2009-03-28 01:45 am UTC (link)

"It's really only the people that knew me before I turned into a psychotic killer that know that I need them," Sylar said as he finished off one of the sandwiches and pushed it over to Luke. "And considering how much of a recluse I was, and how many people that I knew them are now dead, that's... Elle. And Bennet," He said, finishing off the other sandwich and putting away all of the fixings, closing the fridge door before picking up his plate and crossing over to the small table.

"I wouldn't have listened," Sylar said in response to Luke's statement that he should have been more direct. Even if he had been able to tell that Luke wasn't lying, he wouldn't have listened. He had had his goal blinders on, and his father had been the goal at the very end of it. "I was too focus. If I hadn't been, I would have realized what you were doing with all of that talk about parents being nothing but trouble and not needing them sooner than several months after the fact," He said, biting into his own sandwich and chewing slowly as he turned over Luke's last statement in his head.

It was true. He was more sure that he didn't want to be his father now that he'd seen him than he had been before. It had been what had pushed him onto this pathway, and it was one of the things that was keeping him firmly on it and praying that when Noah was 4 or 5, he wasn't going to drag Elle out to the middle of the desert and kill her just because he didn't care anymore.

"He tried to kill me," Sylar said. "Because he was dying, and I had the ability to heal. Tried to rip it out of my head because it was more important to him." Why was in that the ones that didn't leave you behind always tried to hurt you?

Looking over at Luke, Sylar frowned for a long moment before saying quietly, "I shouldn't have left you behind. Even if you were safer not being there around him, I should have at least found somewhere a little less... middle of nowhere to drop you."

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 02:45 am UTC (link)

Bennet... he knew a Bennet or, at least, he'd heard that name floating around. There'd been some man with horn-rimed glasses back at Building 26 who they called Bennet but Luke hadn't had too much interaction with him. Picking up the sandwich he murmured a soft thank you. So, Sylar had been some kind of hermit before they'd met. That seemed to run in the family. Samson was a bit of hermit too. He liked being on his own and really only dealt with people while in his shop.

"I can understand that." His father ran out on him when he was young too. If he'd been able to find the older man Luke may have tried to track him down too. He'd heard that powers were genetically influenced. Maybe his father had an ability too. He couldn't help but wonder what the older man would be able to do. Biting into his sandwich, Luke smiled a bit as he chewed. "I mean, my dad left me. Not in the same way but he left. If someone told me they knew where he was I'd try and track him down too. See if he had an ability."

Maybe Sylar would be a better father than either of their's had been. Luke hoped so. He really liked Noah, the kid was just too cute. Looking up at the older man he frowned. He hadn't really known that Samson had an ability. He'd spent time with the older man but there wasn't much else to it. He'd never seen him use any of his abilities. Looking back down at his food he sighed. "I'm sorry." he murmured once more. "I didn't know he had an ability. He ran off around the time my ability first manifested." Maybe that was for the better. Samson could've killed him.

He really had no words to offer Sylar as a way to comfort the older man. Luke had known his parents weren't the best of people from the start but Sylar hadn't known. He had no way of knowing.

"It's... all right." This was still weird for him. "You couldn't take me with you and I'm sure he lived in the middle of nowhere anyway. You couldn't back track to kick me out in a more populated area. I made it out alive and it was my own fault that those government guys picked me up." He shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal. He was alive and in one piece. "Anyway I would've been upset no matter where you decided to kick me out at." He had this thing about being left behind.

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sinsofthe
2009-03-28 02:55 am UTC (link)

"For the better. He probably would have ripped your head open and taken it," Sylar said. It wasn't like he had much room to talk because that had been his main preoccupation for a year. But the fact of the matter was that he didn't like the idea of Luke ending up with his head ripped open by anyone. Especially himself, but he didn't have any intention of doing that.

"And even if I couldn't have done anything, I shouldn't have made myself into a raging hypocrite no matter how angry I was," Sylar said quietly. He'd been so injured by people abandoning him, twisted by it, and all he had done was continue the cycle. "All everyone in my life ever did was leave. And I'm not better than any of them," He said, feeling trapped by sitting down, pushing himself away from the table and crossing back over to the fridge for an excuse to move.

"Want something to drink?"

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 08:36 am UTC (link)

"Okay... well now I don't feel so bad." He had been upset about the elderly man's departure from his life but now he wasn't so sure. He could handle being left behind and abandoned if it meant he got to live and keep his brain right where it belonged. He knew that Sylar had done that for a year but, as Luke had always told himself, if Sylar had wanted to kill him and take his powers he all ready would've. There was no point in keeping him alive for this long.

"You came back though... even if it wasn't for me. That one time you left me at the first diner. You came back. Even if you only left me again it was still more than anyone has ever done for me." Sure he'd been devestated when Sylar left him again, but he wasn't going to admit that. "Most people... and it's usually the men in my life who I look up to... just leave. No one ever even bothers to look back. So, in a way, you are better." He wasn't trying to hurt Luke either that had to count for something.

Things were starting to get a little awkward. Neither of them were used to this... whatever it was and he could tell. When Sylar asked if he wanted something to drink Luke felt a wave of relief wash over him. That was a little more normal. "Sure!"

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sinsofthe
2009-03-28 01:10 pm UTC (link)

"Truth?" Sylar said, pausing for a long moment as he pulled two sodas out of the back of the fridge and crossed back over to the table, setting one of them down in front of Luke. "I did come back for you. The laptop was just a convenient excuse so that you wouldn't get a big head," Sylar said as he sat back down. "It was easier to pretend that I didn't care than deal with the consequences of actually allowing you to know that I did," He said, picking up the bottle and turning it over in his hand before taking the lid off of it with a sigh.

"If I hadn't cared, I wouldn't have gotten so upset when I decided that you'd just been using me. Like everyone else I'd known," He said, taking a long drink before setting it back down on the table. It was a greater admission than he had made in a long time. Perhaps since he'd been locked in that cell with Elle. And it was certainly not something that he was used to doing by any means.

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 05:44 pm UTC (link)

"You... cared?" And for a moment it was clear that the information simply baffled the teenager. Luke had spent most of his life thinking, as many teenagers do, that no one cared. His ideas were simply supported by the fact that everyone around him either hurt him or left. He'd known from a young age that his mother didn't really want him around. It was strange to have someone say they cared and admit that they'd come back for him. Opening his soda he took a quick drink, using the time to think of the right response to what had just been said. It was new and unexpected but... not unwelcomed.

"At first I think I was." he admitted softly. "I had information you wanted and you had a way out. It seemed so... easy. I killed that agent because I'd never met anyone with an ability before but afterwards... I guess I don't know what I was thinking and I'm sorry about that. Afterwards though, I thought you were just like me in a way and I kept the address because I didn't want you to leave me. You didn't even seem to like me, I knew I annoyed you, and yet you were the first and only connection I'd made since... well this." He frowned as he lifted his hand and watched it glow red for a moment. "And you were willing to teach me things. Even if a lot of that information came with a long winded lecture about self control that I only half listened to." It had almost been like having a brother. Someone who he could rely upon and look up to, even if he wouldn't admit that. He'd enjoyed their time on the road together even if he occasionally ended up telekinetically pressed against the window while Sylar reminded him that he was killer.

"Okay and I guess I don't need to say it but maybe I was just a little attatched to you. But just a little. In a silly way I imagined that maybe it was what having an older brother was like. I don't have one so I have nothing to compare it with and I assume you don't have one so you can't really correct me on it. But, yeah, I cared. I was disappointed when you left the first time and just... an idiot when you left the second time because I knew you weren't coming back and I still waited." His frown deepened just a little as he drew into himself.

"Anyway..." he said as he tried to change the subject to one that wouldn't be too difficult for either of them. "I know I can't really but maybe I should try and go back to New Jersey. I don't know what else I'm going to do with myself. I didn't even finish high school." Though, in the end, that was really his own fault.

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sinsofthe
2009-03-28 06:22 pm UTC (link)

"The GED test isn't hard," Sylar said, taking another sip of his drink as he tried to incorporate all of that information into the things that he'd already known. "Most people could probably pass it after middle school," He said before offering Luke a slightly amused smile. "And I'd say you're right. I probably was like having a brother considering you annoyed me half to death, but I still willing put up with you," He said, chuckling quietly to himself. He was even abusive like older brothers were supposed to be, though, perhaps, that had been a bit worse than typical.

"You can stay as long as you need to," Sylar said after allowing a long stretch of silence to fall between them. The apartment wasn't exactly set up to house three adults and a baby, but they would make do. Sylar could rearrange some of the furniture, maybe move the actual crib into the room with him and Elle. Unless Luke didn't mind sharing the room with the toddler, and he could manage to fit a twin bed in there as well. They would manage. "And don't say anything about not wanting to be a bother because it isn't."

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lukecampbell
2009-03-28 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Test. Luke hated that word, seriously hated it. Tests were the bane of his existance. "You mean I'm going to have to spend time studying?" he asked, voice containing just the smallest hint of a whine. "I wonder if it's too late to get myself thrown back in jail..." He huffed before breaking into a smile and taking another drink of his soda. "Yeah, for a confessed serial killer you really did have a lot of patience.... even after I gave you the address." He teased softly. He never really meant to annoy Sylar. It was just something that kind of happened though... he did have to admit that he had fun poking at Sylar to see just what he could get away with.

"I hate it when you leave no room for argument, you know?" he sighed as he finished up his sandwich. He wouldn't argue or say anything about being a bother though it probably would be a little awkward for everyone. He wouldn't mind sharing a room with a toddler if it came to that but Luke was certain it wouldn't be a permanent thing.

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