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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] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-05-17 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
While the nurse could hardly follow what the woman was saying, she could at least figure that she wasn't planning to do that again. She reached forward to take the fork, just in case, and then sent a smile at the male patient. What a terrible thing to happen to him when he was brand new!

"I'm very sorry about this, Mr. Finch. The shift is about to end, so how about you come with me so I can wrap your hand up before taking you to the Sun Room, hmm?"

There was a lot of blood, but hopefully the wound wouldn't bother him too much with proper care given to it. It was the least she could offer for the poor thing.

[identity profile] scaredy-crow.livejournal.com 2008-05-17 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Crane gave the nurse a small smile in response, pointedly avoiding GLaDOS's look. He had no idea what 'particularly durable' was supposed to mean, but he did know that he would rather keep the use of at least one of his hands for the time being. Hopefully the wound he did have looked worse than it was.

At least the nurse took her fork away. "That might be best," he said after a moment, getting up to follow her out of the cafeteria.