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The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

...all my foolish, fuckin' wishing...Collapse )

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i_can_fix_it
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)
"Not to fish or anything... But you really think I'm handsome?" in the age-old gesture of discomfort at being a man in a women's lingere shop, Sylar's hands disappeared almost immediately into his pockets. He didn't want to come off as some creep with a fetish.
invincibleblond
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)
Claire paused at what she was looking at for a moment, the pair of bright pink cotton panties dripping back in front of her. She swung around to take a good look at the brunette. She looked at him like she was inspecting him and then, after what to Sylar probably felt like forever, she gave one firm nod.

"The haircut is lame, but that's not your fault. Everything else about you is very handsome. Lovely eyes, great smile, lean, fit body. Yup. You fall into the category."
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:19 am (UTC)
He contemplated this. It wasn't that he hadn't been complimented before. He had, by several women over the years, some of whom he'd dated and been physically intimate with (never emotionally. None of them could know him, not really.) Claire was a different story. She could see through his lies, past the mask, and still she thought him attractive?"That sounds so weird, coming from a former cheerleader," he smirked, scoffing slightly.
invincibleblond
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
"Oh please." Claire scoffed, going back through the panties and picking out a couple of different colors before moving over to the bras. "I'm sure when you try you have no problem bagging a chick." The sales woman she was approaching looked at the blond like she grown another head. It seemed, while talking to Sylar, she'd totally forgotten what time they were in. "I mean, don't you think he's chills? Could easily lays it up? Right?"
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 8th, 2009 09:49 am (UTC)
Sylar gave the salesgirl a sort of shy smile and won nothing but agreement for his efforts. He had no difficulty getting a one-night stand or a brief fling if he wanted it, that wasn't the issue. "Oh, you really know nothing about me, do you?" he asked the blonde vaguely. He couldn't be too explicit with help around them.

"Maybe I'm 'chills' now, sort of, even if I'm not up to date on all the slang, but when I was a teen? Heh, not even close." he had no idea why he was being honest about that. Maybe over time being forgotten had become a bigger problem for him than out-running the stygma of his youth.
invincibleblond
Dec. 8th, 2009 10:00 am (UTC)
"Everyone has their awkward stage." Claire pointed out. "When I was in high school, I wasn't always a cheerleader." She was still friends with them, but decided she'd leave that part out for now. Sylar didn't need to hear how perfect her life was until her ability manifested. He'd probably get mad if she even insinuated that she wasn't special.

"And the only reason I was homeco... Er... I mean Finalnight queen was because I punched a girl in the nose for being a bitch." Again, Claire opted not to tell the brunette that the cheerleader she'd cocked was the same he'd killed. Bad juju in that conversation.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 8th, 2009 10:15 am (UTC)
"My 'awkward stage'? Lasted until I was about twenty-five," Sylar admitted, drawing a surprised look from the salesgirl who obviously didn't think he could be much older than that. And he wasn't, physically. "And then everything changed, but you wouldn't have even recognized me, or noticed me. Just a quiet, funny young man surrounded by antiques and hiding behind glasses." Which almost no one wore these days except as part of a costume or retro-fashion trend.
invincibleblond
Dec. 8th, 2009 04:31 pm (UTC)
Claire held out her arms while the saleswoman wrapped a measuring device around her. "But I'm sure that the glasses were valiant attempt at cuteness." She said, flicking her glare to sales woman. Jeeze, no wonder he was caught. He really didn't know how to blend in.

"But it doesn't matter now." She smiled as the saleswoman stepped away and brought the pair to the section Claire would be shopping. Thankfully, in her 'sickness' she hadn't lost her bust. Phew.

"Not at all." The saleswoman suddenly chimed in, surprising the blond. "You've got this lovely young lady who I'm sure makes all your friends wibble."

This earned a very loud and very obvious scoff from the lovely young lady.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 01:28 am (UTC)
Sylar flinched at Claire's non-verbal rejection of the concept, well aware that she had no inclination in that direction, but extremely off put that she had to be that adamant about it to a complete stranger. The girl look a bit confused by the derisive response and the dark look of irritation that leapt to Claire's escort's face.

"Not a chance," Sylar answered the girl's confusion before Claire could interject. "This one's far too high maintanence to be my type." He pulled the cashcard from his wallet and handed it to the blonde abruptly. "The pin is oh-four-twenty-oh-eight. You can find me in the food court."

with that he brushed past both girls and headed back into the bright halls, a brooding shadow amidst the rest of the sleek, colourful patrons. He knew Claire had her reasons to disdain him, and while he thought she was carrying coals unnecessarily long, he'd give it that he was just different than her. It was the open public display that got to him, her need to make sure no one thought she might think anything of him.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 01:43 am (UTC)
Claire gaped a moment, holding the card and then frowned, handing the panties in her arms to the saleswoman. "Can you hold these please? I'll be back for them." Without waiting for the woman to respond, the blond was off, chasing after the brooding man, sticking out more than he ever had before.

"Sss..." She stopped herself. Not a good idea to call his name. So what other name did he go by? Why didn't she think of Sean Whateverhisface?

"Gabriel, wait!"
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 02:25 am (UTC)
Well, it sure as hell stopped him in his tracks. The brunette just stood with his back straight for a moment, shoulders tense. He turned back and strode toward her, contempt a slow-boiling thunderstorm in his hooded eyes. "How dare you?" he asked quietly. "As though you know me, or give a damn?" But there might have also been a tinge of red along his waterline, a certain shine to his brandy eyes.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 02:42 am (UTC)
Claire looked around, knowing that he wasn't heard, but still mindful of people getting into their business.

"Please, don't do this." She reached out, pulling at his arm. "Look, I'm sorry. That came off much ruder than I meant."
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 02:56 am (UTC)
"Yes, but I suppose I still needed to be reminded you had no intentions of being nice to me," he kept his voice down, though his tone remained acidic. She was bound to get defensive on him, after all, he was the monster, right? And what should he care what she thought of him? He just hated being kicked under anyone's bootheel.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 03:04 am (UTC)
"No, no!" Claire shook her head, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads. She looked around, a bit startled, but then hushed her voice. "No... that's not what I was saying. It was just a little ridiculous to me."

Of course, that probably came off wrong too.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 03:18 am (UTC)
He was quiet a moment, knowing the idea was ridiculous to the likes of Claire, hell, it was pretty out-there for him, too, even if once upon a time he'd made insinuations. Was he holding out some hope he wasn't even acknowledging to himself? Or was he just more vulnerable to her because she knew things no one else could? "Yeah, I guess so," he finally answered, now more sullen than angry.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 03:23 am (UTC)
"No. Ugh..." Claire rolled her eyes. "She wouldn't understand the depth of our history. Why would we ever be together, but that was my first reaction. It's not that I don't find you attractive or anything it's just that we're two very different people. We'd kill each other with prolonged exposure, you know that..."

She was rambling. She knew that... but she didn't want to punch her gift horse in it's mouth.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 03:36 am (UTC)
"I hadn't thought that far ahead," he shrugged one shoulder, not so sure they'd be as hopeless as Claire made it sound, but he didn't push it, either. He wasn't a man with a plan. He still didn't know what he was keeping her for, bothering to spend money and help her out when it wouldn't make a difference. Shed want to walk out his door as soon as she could keep her feet under her and he'd have two options: keep her prisoner or let her disappear. He decided he didn't want to dwell on it right now. "C'mon, let's go get your things."
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 04:02 am (UTC)
"Okay." Claire seemed a little defeated, hanging her head a bit and following back to the lingerie store. The woman was ready, the blonds planned purchases waiting behind the counter. She also, once getting her size, retrieved a couple of bras without really trying then on. Once paid for, she looked at Sylar with a tinge of regret in her eye.

"I'm really tired. I think I've had enough for one day."
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)
Sylar had been looking through sleep-wear, more innocuous than the lingerie, and had added a couple pants, camisoles, and a soft robe to the pile as they run up. He'd taken the time while shed selected bras to cool his head a bit. He'd snuck glances over st her and been surprised by how upset she looked. Not proud and arrogant the way he was accustom to in their arguments. She'd really meant that apology.

"Shame. The ice cream parlor here is really unique, but I do have just about everything needed to make sundaes at home," he shrugged one shoulder and tried a bit of a smile. "I've got this insaitable sweet tooth," he explained. "Hence the waffles and all the juices and teas."
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 04:49 am (UTC)
Claire looked up at the brunette, the line of her eyes slightly wet too. She was hurt and she felt pretty bad that Sylar had taken what she'd said wrong. She was really trying. She had convinced herself to put up with him and play nice since he'd done the same for her and then some.

"I guess... either sounds okay..." She really wasn't in the mood for ice cream anymore.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:06 am (UTC)
"Hey," he reached out and touched her chin lightly, then pet her cheek with his knuckles before picking up the shopping bags. "C'mon, let's head back," he ushered her away from the counter and out into the hall, leadig the way back to the car at an easy pace.

"My turn to apologise," he said as they walked. "I over-reacted. I just... Don't have a very thick skin, to be honest. And I'm a jerk for snapping at you, but please don't let it ruin your day. You've had enough bad days recently, I shouldn't be adding to that."

He didn't do it often, but every once in a long while Sylar could say he was sorry.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:42 am (UTC)
Claire nodded, trying her best not to be that upset by Sylar's reaction, but it kept grating on her. After a long silence, almost all the way to the car, she finally spoke up.

"I'm not one of those girls, ya know." Claire said, a stern sound to her voice.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:53 am (UTC)
"What kind of girls?" Sylar asked, stowing the shopping bags while the car opened for them. He'd gotten tangled up in the moment and wasn't exactly sure what sort of insinuations he'd really made.
invincibleblond
Dec. 9th, 2009 06:15 am (UTC)
"You know. The kind who have impossibly high standards and think everyone is beneath them. A cheerleader." She gave Sylar a long look. "You know the kind."
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 9th, 2009 06:24 am (UTC)
Sylar gave her a thoughtful look for a moment before getting in the car. He waited for her before he said anything. "I really don't know. Not to say that you are, because I don't know that either, but it's been a long time since I've seen you. A lot has happened to both of us and God knows who anyone is any more. But you apologised to me of all people and you didn't just shrug it off after and that's significant, to me. Thank you," he offered a small smile of truce.
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