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Post by General Admin on Oct 18, 2008 15:00:19 GMT -5
Sylar walked down the streets of Costa Verde looking for a coffee shop. Yes, the villain that everyone was afraid of was looking for a coffee shop. He needed his daily coffee intake. He didn’t care if people saw him. He was good at leaving the scene and not having to deal with people. If someone pissed him off he would hurt them. He just hoped that someone wouldn't piss him off. This time.
Sylar and his fellow villains were in Costa Verde because they wanted to wreck havoc on the coastal town. They wanted the town to suffer like Odessa and New York. This little town had people with abilities and they were easy targets. Sylar could use some new abilities and he was certain that Peter’s hunger of abilities would come in handy also. They were like vampire searching for blood and killing innocent victims. It was good to be villains.
The twenty-seven year old was lost in his thoughts when he smelt a coffee house, a Starbucks to be exact. Yes, he could sense Starbucks from a mile away. It was something that he was addicted to ever since he was that innocent watchmaker. The days before he was wanted by the F.B.I. Sylar found the coffee shop and went in.
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 18, 2008 16:11:03 GMT -5
Peter was also on his way to get some Starbucks with his twin-brother, Sylar. Peter was still a bit tired from last nights destruction, which was pretty fun according to him. The destructed a whole neighborhood and who knows how many they have killed. Peter could hear the thoughts going through Sylar's mind. He gave a smile and gave a little nod.
As they entered the building, Peter grabbed the local paper which was in a stand next to the enterance. He then walked up to the counter and ordered Hot Chocolate. He didn't like coffee that much. He perfered Caribou if anything. A minute later, he was served his hot drink. he then grabbed a seat at table in the corner.
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Post by jared on Oct 18, 2008 16:38:31 GMT -5
Martin entered the coffee shop not very far behind Peter. Immediately, he was greeted by the aroma of burning coffee as well as the chattering of about twenty civilians. Gayle couldn't quite understand why they all insisted trying to out talk the others but, he continued to wards the counter and ordered himself a beverage of his own. "I got his," he signaled to their server. It was then that he removed a few strips of blank computer paper and handed it to the cashier. As if this was nothing out of the norm, the lady gladly took the slips and handed them their coffee. "Coffee...four bucks, little cookies...two dollars, the money illusion? Priceless."
Gayle grabbed a seat next to Peter and revealed a few sugar packets hidden under a napkin case. He removed his shades, poured in the sugar, and sipped. The temperature of the drink was perfect and as the drink swiveled down his throat, he couldn't help but muster a single "Mmm..."
"What's on the agenda for this week? To tell you the truth, I'm kinda in the mood for a bank robbery. Not that money's every a problem anyways but, you know...just to keep our skills up to date. How about you Petrelli, you up for it?"
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Post by General Admin on Oct 18, 2008 16:46:25 GMT -5
Sylar entered the coffee shop behind Peter and Gayle. It was weird that all three of them were in the same coffee shop. It really didn't mind Sylar, he could careless. He was just wandering where that Indian and Pikachu were. He bit his lower lip and sighed as he ordered a coffee. He was glad that Gayle had picked up the tab.
He was going to pay the tab, but who really cared. He nodded at Gayle "Thanks" He said as he grabbed his coffee and went over to sit where Peter was sitting. He pulled over a chair and sat down. "Bank robbery would be good, something different"
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 18, 2008 17:47:06 GMT -5
Peter smiled as Gayle paid the bill. He nodded a thanks to the man. He held his cup in both hands as if it were winter. The thing was that it was winter. The temperature was 43 degrees, cold for California. Bank robbery? he thought. It was something different, he agreed with Sylar. But then he remembered that he was in a coffee shop.
"Amateurs." he whispered. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate, he continued.
"Are you all blind. We are in public." he finished.
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Post by jared on Oct 18, 2008 18:10:12 GMT -5
Martin couldn't stop himself from chuckling when he heard Peter's comment. "Look around Petreli. There are two people in this place that could even stay in the same room with us without panicking. One is too busy pampering his wife to even care and the other, is pouring a mocha latte right now for a seventy-five cent tip. What is it going to take to make you to realize that we are the probably the most dangerous people on this planet. We are Gods Peter! Do you think I really care what these people hear?"
He sipped his drink again and narrowed his eyes in on Peter. "So once again, are you in or are Sylar and I going to be splitting the profits ourselves? It's been a while since we last got some real action and Level Five was a real pain. Unlike you Petey, some of us haven't had the privilege of running around using our powers however we wanted." Silently, Martin concentrated on Peter's telekinesis. Within seconds he could feel a burst of energy consuming his body. It felt so good but, it was also kinda rude. Eh, he didn't really care. With a snap of his fingers a man that was sitting across from the three watched as his cookies were lifted from the table.
"No wonder you two get such a kick out of this."
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Post by impossible on Oct 18, 2008 18:38:44 GMT -5
Michael crept in through the hole in the wall while formed as a Small Rat. He moves toward the bathroom, and enters changing back into a human. He turns around, and exits the bathroom, and takes a seat toward the nearest available seat.
"Waiter?" he demanded, and a Women waitress comes to Michael and asks him what he wants. "Hmm, Yes. I am wanting a Cappuccino, and a bagel please?" He asked the waitress.
He waits for a complete 6 Min's, and starts to grow impatient. "WAITER! HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE JUST FOR WHAT I HAVE ASKED FOR!?" He forces himself to calm down from the issue.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 19, 2008 0:04:49 GMT -5
“You know, Pete, Martin does have a point they are all idiots and don’t even know who we are” He began as he chuckled, “They don’t know who we are and the only person that would know us would be our little niece, I wander if we should torment her house today, then again that wouldn’t be a good idea, Noah is always around, damn homo sapiens” Sylar muttered as he took a sip of his coffee as he narrowed his eyes around the place. Everyone in this place was quite. These humans weren’t even concerned about these men in the corner. No one was. No one knew that they were reasonable for those killings in New York, and Odessa.
Sylar wandered when the Company would even be on their trail. “And we also need to speak with O’Neil, you know we need to set up a meeting, I know we don’t like him, but he is in our group along with that scientist” muttered Sylar as he took another sip of his coffee looking at the small group. He was kind of ranting and getting give a crap about what they thought of him ranting. He always ranted.
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 19, 2008 8:53:14 GMT -5
Peter rolled his eyes and gave a little laugh "Yeah your right.Of course I am up for robbing a bank." He began to take a sip when the average sound level exceed itself. He almost spilled his drink all over himself. A man began to hell at a waitress. He would wait to get him back. He smiled to himself.
"What about O'Niel? I mean he is our way into the government." he responded setting his mug down on the table.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 19, 2008 14:26:57 GMT -5
Sylar rolled his eyes as he snapped his fingers. The entire room stopped in stop expect for the people at the table where they were all sitting. He took a drink of his coffee and bit on his lower lip as he glanced at his fellow villains. "And the good thing about robbing banks is we can freeze the time, and make no contact with these people, they will never know what has hit them" He said with a slight smile.
He then snapped his fingers again and everything in the coffee shop started to move again. He glanced at Peter, "I know he is our way into the government, but we need to set up a meeting and now our next plan of action. Do we keep on killing or do we do something different? You know, Mom is probably on our tail" He said as he rolled his eyes.
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Post by nortons99 on Oct 19, 2008 14:51:15 GMT -5
Sam had just been round Claires house when he decided that he would purchase some coffee from Starbucks. Once he reached the famous coffee shop he walked in and ordered some coffee not realising the people that he had just walked past. Sam wondered why the coffee shop was so quite at this time of the day seeing as most of the day it was usaully filled to the brim with people on their work breaks or something like that. When Sam had paid for his coffee he sat down quite far away from the group of villians but close enough so that he could hear what they were talking about which was very dangerous indeed.
Sam knew that this was very risky and Claire would not have approved of him doing it but if he had been seen there was definatly no way of escape now. Sam was with the most feared villians and there was really no way of escape because if he had decided to run now he would certainly be seen by them he just hoped that he had done enough to conceal himself from their sight. Sam started to quietly sip at his coffee he may as well enjoy it as this may be his last.
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Post by impossible on Oct 19, 2008 14:59:38 GMT -5
As Michael finely retrieved his drink, and his bagel. He starts to take a few bites, and just the first sip of the drink, everything froze including him. As he was stuck in time, Sylar and his allies discussed of there plans. A few seconds later time unfroze. He continued to take that sip, and then brought his coffee cup back down, not even aware of the event that just happened.
After that, he decided to get up and retrieve a newspaper from the rack. He turned around and sat back down at his table. As he looked retrieved his paper, he saw someone that looked like someone he saw on TV. He secretly Studied him, until he was able to figure out who it was exactly.
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Post by jared on Oct 19, 2008 17:13:37 GMT -5
"I say we deal with O'Neil first. Angela and the Company will come in time but, that shouldn't be our main focus. None of us like this guy but, we need to make him believe that we trust him. We are the puppeteers of life and he is the Muppet. Once we begin to establish a good relationship with the wimp, we can begin our own plans. But, before we even begin that madness...how about a little fun here?"
The villain rose from his seat. Silently, he searched for a victim to toy with but, found himself with few options. He turned his attention to the young man who had been hollering at his waitress and began to activate his verbal mind domination. "The nerve of that waitress," he began as he locked in eye contact. "If I were you I certainly wouldn't stand for that...making you wait all that time? Kill her," Commanded Martin as he continued to wards his seat. "Kill her slowly and make it painful."
A sick smile practically grew on the man's face. He plopped himself in the chair and watched as the events began to unfold. Gayle dug through the man's mind in order to find some type of identification. Kill her Michael."
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 19, 2008 17:28:30 GMT -5
"Yes we will deal with O'Neil. But we must use him for what hes worth. Nathan does need a canidate to run against" he said with anger. Angela was a bitch to him. And she would die for she had done. Within the company and to himself. Peter was outraged. "Thats it Nathan could be our guiney pig." he laughed.
Just then Martin stood up and began to do what he did best. Cause chaos. Peter turned to Sylar and nodded his head, "I get the couple." he laughed. Peter faced the new kid that entered the shop moments ago. But he wasn't going to mess with him. Peter flicked his wrist toward to wall. The couple then flew across the room from their table. Tipping it over, they smashed into it. Peter than stood up, walking to the front of them both.
"Hello" he said with an evil laugh.
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Post by impossible on Oct 19, 2008 17:33:44 GMT -5
He starts to freeze, and he listens to Martins words.
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"If I were you I certainly wouldn't stand for that...making you wait all that time? Kill her," Commanded Martin as he continued to wards his seat. "Kill her slowly and make it painful."
As he finished, Michael came up off his seat, and transforms into king anaconda, that will slowly crush the waitress. He drops to the floor, and starts toward the waitress. While hearing all the other visitors screaming and freaking out.
He slithers past Martin, and on to the waitress which is now cornered in the coffeehouse. He raises up and attempts to wrap around the waitress.
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