Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[darwinism]

Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.

His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.

But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.

Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.

Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.

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[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu realized she should be polite, so she left her fork impaled in her waffle next to her knife, and turned to watch Rhode's demonstration. Ururu, however, knew better, and shook her head. "If Jinta-kun eats like that, Tessai-san punishes him. You're supposed to eat the waffle and syrup together."

Ururu would've shown her how, or at least the mechanics of it. She didn't feel like eating still, but demonstrations were okay. Except for one tiny problem.

"Um, I broke my knife, so I can't show you." Ururu looked down her lap, folding her hands neatly together. Still, there was some good news. "I'm glad you aren't hurt, Rhode-san."

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Rhode pouted when the girl contradicted her. "Well he's not here, so you don't hafta do what he tells you," she defended, then licked at the rest of her fingers to prove her stance, "I'd get in trouble if I did this at home, but that's the point! You don't have to do anything here cuz you won't get in trouble for it."

She wouldn't have gotten in too much trouble if she'd been with the Earl, but Sheryl and her "mother" would have scolded her a great deal. She hated when that human woman scolded her like she had some sort of power. Really, Sheryl couldn't have picked a worse situation to pick for his human counterpart. At least he let her do a lot more than the Earl did sometimes, so that was nice. And it did bother Tyki to see her with Sheryl, so it was worth it.

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

"No, I guess not." Ururu wasn't exactly comforted by the thought, however. Quite the opposite in fact; the little girl's head dipped lower, and she sniffled a bit. She wouldn't even mind Jinta-kun pulling her pigtails if it meant she could go home and see everyone safe again.

"B-But it's still what you're supposed to do. And I don't think you'll get full eating syrup." Plus it was messy, and Ururu didn't think she'd like being messy too much. Especially if she couldn't take a shower or a bath for awhile. Maybe she should talk to the nurse about it. She didn't like being dirty very much.

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

"Eh? But the syrup's the best part!" she whined first, then cocked her head at how Ururu's head lowered. Was she crying? What for?! Rhode wasn't about to try and cheer her up or anything, so she just sighed and went for another helping of sticky fingers.

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

It was probably a good thing that Rhode didn't try to cheer up Ururu just then; sticky fingers in hair was probably a bad thing. Ururu fidgeted in her seat for a moment, but didn't cry. She'd cried a lot lately, and she didn't want to cry so much any more.

So she tried to think of something else.

"Do you miss your home, Rhode-san?" Okay, so it wasn't exactly something else. But if Rhode started to talk, Ururu could listen, and maybe she wouldn't think about her own home so much. That would be a good thing, wouldn't it?

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Rhode might not have minded the silence a moment longer - the syrup was really good today - but she didn't mind when Ururu spoke again. "Hmmm..." she considered, cocking her head again and leaning back in her seat. Home was such a broad term for her, she had a few and it depended on he own mood which she could miss at any given time. What she really missed was the freedom she was supposed to have, and if she could get it back at her homes... "Sure. Who wouldn't?" she said finally, licking some more fingers.

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

Ururu had been hoping to get a little more than that, or maybe a lot more, if that’s what it took to keep her from worrying about a little boy looking for his Mom, or her own home. But maybe she hadn’t asked the right question to get it.

Still, Rhode had made a point, and Ururu had to nod. She couldn’t think of a reason why anyone wouldn’t miss their homes, unless they had really bad ones. But how bad did it have to be if this place was better? “I guess everyone would. Um. Would you tell me about your home, please?”

[sugarsweetblood.livejournal.com]

Her hand had been moving back for some more of the sweet syrup when Ururu made her request. The hand stopped short a moment as Rhode looked up at Ururu. "My home?" And why did she want to know? It wasn't her business. The Noah weren't things for conversation! Not really.

Avoiding the question wouldn't do either since she was stuck as a human currently. And that's probably what Ururu thought she was, so she had to say something. Fine then, her human home could be explained. "I live with my father and my mother in a big house. Mother is really sick a lot, and Father goes away on business a lot, so I can do what I want most of the time. So long as the maids aren't there bothering me." Which was the usual, and very annoying constant. Really, it was just as much her home as it was Sheryl's, so the maids had no right to scold her for doing anything "improper". "I have my own room, and there's a garden I like to play in."