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damned_institute2010-09-01 11:27 pm
darwinism) wrote in damned_institute2010-09-01 11:27 pm
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Night 51: Staff-Only Kitchen
[ From here. ]
Even the kitchen here looked spruced up and colorful, though Sylar didn't give much of a damn about that as he started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets for any kill-friendly utensils. So far, though, he was having surprisingly little luck: mixing bowls and stirring spoons weren't exactly going to help him in his efforts against Peter Petrelli unless his nefarious plan involved sitting him down and serving him waffles or something. Maybe if they were poisoned? That'd be kind of funny.
"How about something sharp," he muttered as he yanked open another compartment. Rolling pin. Yeah, if he was going to choose a blunt instrument to flail around, that wasn't the one. Finally, he tugged on one of the smaller drawers and found it jammed somehow, which, unfortunately, was probably a good sign. Peering down at it, he jostled the contents and pulled it out the whole way, revealing a mess of utensils, and...
"There you are." Sylar smirked as he drew out a long, thin carving knife and held it to the light of his flashlight. Polished and gleaming. He wouldn't mind having this while going up against some freak-of-nature monster.
He placed it on the counter and retraced his kitchen-raiding steps with a little more leisure and open-mindedness. A couple of cake testers might make for better lock-picking tools, for instance.
But he wasn't about to load himself down with too much unnecessary equipment. Snatching up his knife again, he started making his way out of the kitchen, a smile on his face.
[ Awaiting Elle encounter. ]
Even the kitchen here looked spruced up and colorful, though Sylar didn't give much of a damn about that as he started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets for any kill-friendly utensils. So far, though, he was having surprisingly little luck: mixing bowls and stirring spoons weren't exactly going to help him in his efforts against Peter Petrelli unless his nefarious plan involved sitting him down and serving him waffles or something. Maybe if they were poisoned? That'd be kind of funny.
"How about something sharp," he muttered as he yanked open another compartment. Rolling pin. Yeah, if he was going to choose a blunt instrument to flail around, that wasn't the one. Finally, he tugged on one of the smaller drawers and found it jammed somehow, which, unfortunately, was probably a good sign. Peering down at it, he jostled the contents and pulled it out the whole way, revealing a mess of utensils, and...
"There you are." Sylar smirked as he drew out a long, thin carving knife and held it to the light of his flashlight. Polished and gleaming. He wouldn't mind having this while going up against some freak-of-nature monster.
He placed it on the counter and retraced his kitchen-raiding steps with a little more leisure and open-mindedness. A couple of cake testers might make for better lock-picking tools, for instance.
But he wasn't about to load himself down with too much unnecessary equipment. Snatching up his knife again, he started making his way out of the kitchen, a smile on his face.
[ Awaiting Elle encounter. ]
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"Ah--!" That got his attention. With a bottle of juice in his hand, Goku turned around to meet this new person who had come into the kitchen. All he found was Spock, but he could have sworn the voice had come from inside their room. Maybe Marc was shy and in hiding.
"Hey!" Goku greeted back with a wave. He didn't know what corner of the room Marc was in, so he made sure to wave all the way around in case he missed him. "I'm Goku--"
That was a pretty nasty trick th--
Jeez, he just kept on talking right over him! Maybe he hadn't been loud enough for Marc. It was best to try again. "Where are you?" His shout echoed off the walls, making it difficult to understand the last few words from Marc. But he just kept on rambling as if the monkey boy hadn't even opened his mouth.
"Hey!!" He shouted again, pointing beside Spock. "Come out! We know yer here--" And it continued on like this. Marc would talk and Goku would talk louder, searching for this elusive creature. Finally, the radio went silent and Goku stopped speaking as well, but only for a moment. "Where'd you go? Marc... MARC?!"