Sylar (ultimatepower) wrote in noescapeisland, @ 2008-09-26 01:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel |
Who: Sylar, [OPEN]
What: Lazing around
Where: Headed to the beach
When: Morning
Rating: TBD, but who knows with Sylar?
Warnings: None so far
Status: In-progress
Just who the hell did she think she was? Being all cute and adorable and singing her way into the man's heart. He had fooled many women into thinking he loved them or he cared for them, but this? This was ridiculous. He hadn't made contact with her as he tried to see if she would leave his thoughts, but she hadn't. Every single day from the moment she sang to him his thoughts were sprinkled with her voice.
Sylar had to kill something before he went crazy. Crazy like that retarded clown crazy.
Sylar got up out of his bed and headed out of the facility. He was sure he could find someone to maim or injure or kill to ease this madness. "Get a hold of yourself, softy," he thought out loud. He ran his fingers through his hair and opened the doors to the outside. A random deer walked past him carrying some laundry.
The deer was doing the laundry.
Sylar fell on his ass in disbelief. So that's how this place stays so damn clean...