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Sylar ([personal profile] darwinism) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-05-11 06:29 am

Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

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.

[identity profile] 0bnoxious.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Albel had to wonder how useful it was to look around the room when you were blind. It wasn't like any direction looked different than the previous one whatsoever. Tch, foolish maggot.

The brat was about to probably run around the cafeteria like an idiot and find his brother, but a nurse appeared out of nowhere and stopped him. The Elicoorian wondered if those wenches could read minds or something.

"Hmph." he scoffed, shooting the woman a look that said 'I'm not going to waste my fucking breath on you'.

[identity profile] sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
The woman kept talking: apparently even though the Institute knew how close Sean had been to his brother, it had decided that it was best they be kept apart. Apparently it was in his best interests, and apparently Sean's big brother had done an excellent job of following the rules so far. Apparently if Sean attempted to contact his brother, she would be forced to have him sedated.

Nothing really registered beyond the sedation -- there was no way Sasuke could face Itachi sedated again. He'd had more than enough of drugs last night.

Sasuke sat without grace or graciousness, ignoring his nurse until she went away and feeling the frustration build in his body until he clenched a fist and slammed it into the table, voice rough and furious: "Why do they pull this bullshit in the day?!"

[identity profile] 0bnoxious.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Albel rolled his eyes. "Like I know, worm. Why don't you ask those wenches yourself?" came the uncaring reply. "Either shut up and wait until nighttime, or run to the maggot and try to beat him up. The choice's simple, no need to nag me about it, fool." He had his own things to worry about.

[identity profile] sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com 2008-05-15 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The question had been mostly rhetorical -- Sasuke had half-forgotten that he'd even been around another patient -- and the answer mostly surprised him at first. Asking the nurses was absolutely useless. Whoever it was, this patient had to know that.

But the rest of it made solid sense, which was the most frustrating thing of all: Sasuke had to wait, with Itachi this close, sit around and wait. The Institute had taken his sight and now it was dictating his revenge.

"Don't speak as if it's easy," he said abruptly, low and angry -- and (even he had to acknowledge it) immature, but the rage kept building with no outlet and Sasuke could be patient if necessary but this was too much. "You have no idea what it's like!"