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Post by General Admin on Oct 22, 2008 15:15:50 GMT -5
Posting Order: Is in effect.
Plotters: Sylar, Peter, etc.
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Sylar couldn’t believe that he could get himself captured. He just couldn’t believe that. He knew he should have just let it be, but no he wanted Osborne’s powers. He wanted Empathic Mimicry, he wanted it and next time he saw Osborne he was going to take it. Yes, Sylar was going to kill the man if he had the chance. He wanted that power and if he could get his hands on that power he would be unstoppable, of course he was already unstoppable, but with Empathic Mimicry it would be amazing.
The villain sat Indian style on his mental bed with his eyes closed mediating. He was locked in a cell that was restricting his powers. He couldn’t teleport out. He couldn’t do anything expect wait. Wait until someone would bail him out. He needed to get out. He couldn’t stand being on level five, then again. He was on level two before and level two wasn’t as bad as level five. Level five was where all the villains were kept.
Some of the villains in the cells next to him always wanted to talk. They asked him what he was in for. They really didn’t know who he was until his mother came and visited him. He wanted to kill these villains because they were making fun of him and he hated being made fun of. He needed to teach them all a lesson and when he got out, if he ever did. He was going to teach them a lesson and they were all going to regret it.
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 22, 2008 21:09:23 GMT -5
Peter began to worry about his twin brother, Sylar. What his mother and others could be doing with him. He began to carefully think in his head on why they would need him let alone capture him. He gathered the group had left. Wayne, Martin, Adams, Holt. They had to break Sylar free. It wasn't right for the fact that his mother, Angela was doing this to her son.
Peter waited in Kirby Plaza for the rest to gather. They were gonna to it tonight. No plan, no strategy. Just straight in, straight out. They new alot of deaths were to happen tonight. But they all hoped it wasn't gonna be one of them. Peter sat at the edge of the pond, making sure his face was concealed from others. He didn't want to be seen by his mother or anyother agent of the sort.
The night was young but obviously there wasn't people out and about. Otherwise Peter wouldn't be sititng by the fountain. It was a clouded night, no stars to be seen. The only source of light were from the street lights. Buildings around him had a few scattered offices with people busy working around
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Post by jared on Oct 22, 2008 21:50:55 GMT -5
Martin had spent many nights in Level Five and he was in no rush to head back in. Those people weren't like the regulars the group encountered on a day to day basis nor were they the ability abusing tyrants that they were known to be. But, it was the idea of standing over a wounded agent's corpse that really did the trick for him. Besides, Sylar was a huge asset to the team and they couldn't afford to go on without him.
Gayle strolled down the darkened streets of The Big Apple. His attention swung from the bright lights and greasy street vendors to Peter who was sitting on his own. It didn't take Martin's telepathy to know thar Petrelli was worried about his brother. He made his way towards the fountain and looked inside. "Think nothing of this Pete...we'll get him out." Gayle glazed at the others with a cold stare and gave a head nod. The villain slipped on his silver shades even though it was pitch black.
"Just give the word Petrelli..."
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Post by blackregret215 on Oct 22, 2008 23:05:39 GMT -5
Holt was ready to save Sylar. Personally, he liked him more than Peter. Though he did believe Peter was a good leader. Holt was walking across the street across from Kirby Plaza. He could see a two figures. One sitting upon the fountain and the other next to him. He knew it was Peter and Martin. He could see the silver sunglasses. Thats Martin for ya. he thought, giving a little chuckle. He increased his speed as he jumped onto the sidewalk.
He was close enough to talk. But though he didn't feel like doing so. They were waiting for others. Wayne, though Holt knew he wasn't going to show. And the new kid, Adams. Holt and Adams were like brothers. But Holt hasn't heard from him either. He didn't know if he was coming. He looked at Peter, "Lets do this." he said quitely.
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Post by futuresylar on Oct 23, 2008 16:23:30 GMT -5
Sylar was confused. One moment he was in Tony Osborne's body and the next he was being pulled out of Tony’s body, by his future self and given an injection of some sort. The next thing, he knew he was being a victim to Tony Osborne because of the power that he activated when he was in the body. And now…he was in level five.
Someone had to stop time, because for some reason…the other villains of level five were still making fun of him. He was being dubbed as a momma’s boy, by the people. He was going to kill them, if he had a chance, some of these people had abilities that he wanted and it would be like shopping at a Wal-Mart for abilities.
He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, wondering if he was ever going to get out of this cell. He wanted to be out in the open doing the things, he loved, killing people, not being stuck in a cell. Where the hell was Peter?
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 24, 2008 20:33:01 GMT -5
Peter noticed Holt and Martin. He knew that Adams, and O' Neil were not going to show. He stood up from the fountain and began to walk towards the two. "Lets go" He turned around as his coat flew away from his feet and fell back to them. He walked towards the building in which Sylar was held. There were gonna break him out the three of them. Martin, Holt and himself.
Peter opened the door with the swift of the wrist. It swung open so fast that the glass shattered. Peter knew that would trigger an alarm. But he didn't care. He knew that they could take care of them. He ignited his hands immediately with blue flames.
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Post by blackregret215 on Nov 7, 2008 22:14:45 GMT -5
He noticed that Peter had stood up fountain as he slowly walked toward Martin and himself. He nodded and followed Peter as he had turned and began to walk towards the building. It was time to take care of some Company Agents in the name of Sylar. He saw the blue flame orbs light up in Peters hand and he laughed. Making white orbs of lightning he tried to get cocky.
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Post by General Admin on Nov 10, 2008 23:59:15 GMT -5
Sylar was bored. He opened his eyes. He just wanted to get out of this cell. He bit down on his lower lip again. As he looked around his lovely cell. His lovely cell on level two was so much more interesting than the cell on this level. He sighed, hoping that Peter would come and rescue him or some idiot would randomly let him out. He hoped someone would.
The villain was lost in his own thoughts when he heard alarms. He wondered what lovely person got out of their cell this time. He just shook his head and closed his eyes, ignoring the alarms, that were now getting louder and louder. Sylar hated the noise of the alarms, and hoped that they would turn off very soon.
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