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everything's gotta burn to get back to its purest state;

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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
[Sylar had to execute his plan perfectly. First he had to wait until Friday, which was a trial considering how he'd rather just hop back to Claire's world (His? Was it really his anymore?) and grab her any old time.

But he told her Friday, so he waited. Besides, she had to appreciate the humor of it. Even if she pretended not to when he sent her the video.

Next was waiting for the perfect moment to "borrow" Spike's world-hopping device. Swiping things from his roommates wasn't always easy, but he'd learned to be sneaky and subtle about it. (Or at least, he thought he did.)

Then it was a matter of finding Claire. Luckily, she was in Costa Verde. Easy as pie. Pie she'd soon be baking for him.

In the middle of his house-wide search for Claire, Miss Moppet found him, pouncing on his shoe. It was almost disappointing to see that she was slowly but surely growing up from her original kitten size. Picking her up off the ground, Sylar opted to wait on the living room sofa while entertaining the cat on his lap. Claire would reveal herself sooner or later.]

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Right, and I've got some oceanfront property you should check out in Arizona. [ She's just going to ... get up and move to Spike's other side now. It's going to be musical chairs for the rest of life. ]

I'll bet.

[Yeah, he's moving too. He's this close to holding her in place with telekinesis, but he won't. Because HE'S A NICE GUY. Look, at least he hasn't started the arm-around-shoulder routine again.]

So, have you ever watched this before? Spike really likes it.

[Spike glares at Sylar, but he's not moving, so you're probably halfway in his lap if you're really that determined to sit with Claire.]

It's a bloody classic. It's a shame they cancelled it.

[ Oh, sure. So kind. This is officially too dogpiley and horrible for Claire so she's just ... clawing for the arm rest of the couch and scooting as close to it as she can possibly get and they can just ... sit in each other's laps and be gay. ]

Soap operas aren't really my thing. [ She glances past Sylar at Spike, giving a half shrug. ] No offense. I just prefer stuff like Gossip Girl and 90210. [ ... TOTALLY DIFFERENT. ]

[The more she claws, the more Sylar tries to occupy the space she used to reside in. Too bad it wasn't a hell of a lot of space and he's still practically in Spike's lap. ]

I think we should be respectful of Spike's choices in television-watching.

Thank you, Sylar. But you know, bit's gotta point. 90210 isn't half bad. We didn't get Gossip Girl in Hell, though. [He looks over at Claire, a bored expression on his face like a 200lb gazelle isn't sitting in his lap, and she isn't clawing for her life.] Is it any good?

I think you should respect my desire to not be here, I guess neither of us get what we want. [ She's much more civil when she answers Spike, though. ] It's pretty good. I mean, it's gotten kind of redundant but I guess most shows do when they go on this long. I'm pretty sure everyone is tired of Chuck and Blair's failed romance now.

I think the fact that 90210 is on in Hell should speak for itself. [Deadpan stare at Spike. God he's so tired of this entire conversation.] You know what I like? Desperate Housewives. [This is his awkward socially stunted version of trying to join in ... ]

That one's not half bad. I like the redhead.

Are you kidding me? It's not exactly realistic. I mean, a plane, like, crashed on their street. At least 90210 and Gossip Girl are realistic.

It was a small plane! It wasn't like it was a jetliner.

I'm with Sylar. Weirder happens in the suburbs every day.

What suburbs do you live in? [ ... excluding her weird suburbian life. whatever man. ]

I'm from New York. [In Queens. Which is basically a suburb. Let him have his pride, okay.]

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