[oh god, i am just now getting into 4th shift. /screams ]
Gren, Gren, Gren. Just like all mortals, prone to dwelling, unhappiness and melancholy, Gren was saddened by his sudden dearth of friends. Well, Grell would be his friend - for now at least. If fortune smiled upon him, then he would gladly turn his back on anyone here in an instant. With the exception of Sylar, Dexter and maybe Harvey now, Grell held no love for most of the Institute. Even with so many people leaving, and Claire apparently being dead (the man who killed her was going to suffer horribly for that - torture, long and drawn out, the sort of death Grell thought the most ugly - was waiting for him) Grell was doing rather well.
Save for one thing.
You're one of them now. Even if you were to leave the hospital, how could we ever allow trash like you back into Headquarters?
William's voice. Madam Red's cries of pain, screams of betrayal. They were haunting him and getting louder as the day progressed. It was going to drive him crazy if these things continued; especially since he had no idea if they were real or not.
--rot and decay here, buried in the gr--
"Oh, shut it!" he hissed, turning toward the source of the disembodied voice. Rather than see the cold visage of his supervisor, his eyes landed upon a prone figure upon a sofa. The figure of one so-called "Kenny" - the newly discovered bipolar cross-dressing cannibal. Grell turned toward him and narrowed his eyes. He seemed...distressed. Grell smirked. What a find.
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Gren, Gren, Gren. Just like all mortals, prone to dwelling, unhappiness and melancholy, Gren was saddened by his sudden dearth of friends. Well, Grell would be his friend - for now at least. If fortune smiled upon him, then he would gladly turn his back on anyone here in an instant. With the exception of Sylar, Dexter and maybe Harvey now, Grell held no love for most of the Institute. Even with so many people leaving, and Claire apparently being dead (the man who killed her was going to suffer horribly for that - torture, long and drawn out, the sort of death Grell thought the most ugly - was waiting for him) Grell was doing rather well.
Save for one thing.
You're one of them now. Even if you were to leave the hospital, how could we ever allow trash like you back into Headquarters?
William's voice. Madam Red's cries of pain, screams of betrayal. They were haunting him and getting louder as the day progressed. It was going to drive him crazy if these things continued; especially since he had no idea if they were real or not.
--rot and decay here, buried in the gr--
"Oh, shut it!" he hissed, turning toward the source of the disembodied voice. Rather than see the cold visage of his supervisor, his eyes landed upon a prone figure upon a sofa. The figure of one so-called "Kenny" - the newly discovered bipolar cross-dressing cannibal.
Grell turned toward him and narrowed his eyes. He seemed...distressed. Grell smirked. What a find.
"Don't we look glum."