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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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Jan. 21st, 2010 08:08 am (UTC)
"Oh, no, you're coming right back here to my bed, little lady," he pulled her close again and nipped her glossed lips quickly before leading the way out, toward the car. "And every playboy in New York is gonna know it, tonight." He grinned, eager to be the envy of the club scene. They were both young and beautiful, with an aura about them, probably gained by their years, that attracted attention. Men and women all would be green with envy tonight.
Jan. 21st, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Claire laughed, her smile bright as she pulled him closer when the neared the car to wipe the sparkle that remained on his lips from her gloss. She had no idea the quality of New York night life now, since it had been years since she'd been in the big apple. Before Shenoy, the blond was living in LA, just as she had said to anyone who would ask.

"So, where are you taking me, charming?" She asked, crossing her legs and letting her skirt rise teasingly high up her thighs.
Jan. 21st, 2010 08:38 am (UTC)
"Tash is always gushing to me about this club called Lotus. Apparently they have a huge dance floor with great DJs, tables and lounge areas on either side, and another in an upstairs loft that over looks most of the action. Then there's an outdoor patio, because the whole thing is nearly rooftop, with fountains and the most amazing city view," as he spoke he used the vehicle's touch screen to set up the table reservation.

He didn't let her see, but he managed to oust the previous reservation for one of the loft's balcony-edge tables by dropping a pretty hefty fee. This was a place for the fairly-rich and semi-famous, and while Sylar was by no means famous at all, he had put away quite a bit in the way of liquid assets over time.

He didn't use them often, because he found no reason. Living in a huge house would have only made him feel lonelier than his modest but very comfortable apartment. He just had the money as a security. Now it was coming in very handy.

"She'd have a stellar implosion if she knew I'd taken her advice on going by taking you," he winked, figuring she'd love that aditional detail.
Jan. 21st, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)
"Oh, I really wish we invited her." Claire grinned, deciding that she liked being flirty this evening, especially after their close contact earlier. Her hand pat at his thigh, running up the muscle to sit higher up than to be just friendly. "And to think, she's going to miss all the bumping and grinding and obvious sexiness."
Jan. 21st, 2010 08:54 am (UTC)
"She will, but I'm sure you'll gladly relate all the details to her the next time you see each other. Honestly, I can't believe I'm the object of female competition. This is definitely a first. I've had girlfriends, had lovers, and have had options in the choosing sometimes, but active girl-fight competition?" he grinned like a fool, shifting closer under the touch to his thigh. "I feel so chillz," he winked.
Jan. 21st, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)
"Oh, I'm not going to run off telling her anything. I made sure to play innocent every time she accused anything." Claire explained, letting her nails scratch playfully at the line of muscle inside Sylar's thigh, dangerously close to his groin. "I told her how we met when I was eleven and you and Sean helped me and my daddy move. While Sean took care of his brother-in-law, you and I would play games and go to the movies. I would guess that Alex was about eighteen when he met and kept Sandra company."

With a backstory like that, there was such a kinky vibe to the whole thing. Supposedly, Alex had known Sandra as a little girl, which gave it that creepy tone of an older man taking advantage of a young girl. Of course, it wasn't like that at all... well... not entirely.
Jan. 21st, 2010 09:04 am (UTC)
"Oh, so you're making me out to be a cradle robber!" he laughed, a purring sound as she pet him. "I think I kind of like that. It's good for Alex to have a few secrets to be revealed, with the way I've been so withdrawn over the last few years." He put his own arm around her shoulders, playing with the soft, gentle curls that hung in the space just below her collar bone and just above the swell of her breast.
Jan. 21st, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)
"Yup. You're a dirty old man." She laughed, not believing that for a second. "Not really though. You're just, my guide in this big bad world." Claire grinned, moving closer to him so that her shoulder touched the side of his torso.

"And you take care of me and make sure that I'm safe and protected..." As she spoke, her hand continued to massage the brunette's thigh while the other reached over to play with the tail of his tie. "You like doing that anyways, right?"
Jan. 21st, 2010 09:21 am (UTC)
"Mmm, well, certainly no one else gets to molest you, not on my watch," his lashes fluttered a bit as she continued to stroke and stimulate. Even though he really liked it, he finally had to put his free hand in hers and draw it away from his thigh. "The world owes you the best it has to offer, and I'm going to make sure it's yours."

The car finally pulled up to the building and let them out before the large, grand doors of a lush hotel right in the center of what was now Manhattan's most fashionable district. Glass and coffee-coloured-chrome lifts streaked up and down the external of the towering building, taking guests and club revelers to their respective floors.

There was a separate lift for the club itself, so that the patrons didn't have to put up with stopping at each and every guest level. Sylar guided her into this, and they zipped up so high that whisps of low-lying cloud passed them.
Jan. 21st, 2010 09:27 am (UTC)
As the made their way to the club, Claire made sure to stay plastered to Sylar. She wanted to make sure that everyone knew who had brought her and who would kill them if they messed with her. She was a princess ad her dragon would fuck anyone up who hurt her. It was a nice feeling. She acknowledged the fact that this relationship was turning into something Stockholm-like, but at least she knew that. Most victims hadn't a clue.

When they reached the top of their ride, the blond and her companion stepped off the lift to what looked like a very exclusive club.

"Um, how are we going to get in?" Claire asked, suddenly a little concerned that they might not be able to go out and play. the line was nearly out to the second patio.
Jan. 21st, 2010 09:53 am (UTC)
"Well, you could probably just walk up and smile," he headed straight for the doors anyway, flashing his own confident grin at the slender woman with a very official-looking portable screen and flanked by two very broad, intimidating looking men standing nearly still as statues.

"Good evening," he greeted, and didn't wait to be prompted for his name. "Alex Grayson, and this is my guest."

The people in line threw Claire and Sylar withering looks as the woman checked her screen and waved them straight in with the best warm smile that well-paid customer service could buy. It was obvious this gate-keeper was fire and ice, allowing only the listed, or the most beautiful to enter, and making sure all who skated through on their looks knew they were receiving a rare privilege, not a right.

The doors opened onto a sleek club, expertly lighted from above in a way that made the patrons glow with a soft gold aura, accented with vibrant blue lighting in various architectural elements that did not usually, but now and then threw a silhouette into contrasted indigo and amber highlights. Black marble was the surface material of choice, gilded with accents of polished gold chrome.

Surround-vision technology was definitely in use to cast exotic holographic images, lights, and patterns, all appropriate to the current music, all about the rooms. Everyone here, now that they were inside, looked beautiful, glamourous, and like they were having the best time.

"How's that?" he shot her a cheeky, knowing grin.
Jan. 21st, 2010 10:02 am (UTC)
"That was awesome." She smiled, gaping back at the doors closing on a few upset-looking women. Now this was exactly what Claire wanted. All the people here were gorgeous and they certainly were thinking the same of the pair that just entered. Men and woman alike were checking out the couple as they made their way deeper into the club.

It was easy to cruise through to the bar, Claire getting a nice fruity martini-looking drink and looking around at all the dancing patrons. "I really want to dance with you." She said in Sylar's ear after he got his drink, pulling at his tie. "I want everyone to notice us."
Jan. 21st, 2010 10:08 am (UTC)
"Worried I'm a wallflower?" he asked, sipping his whiskey with a secretive smile on his lips. Sure, the music was new and strange, some of the dance moves a little different, but the days of carefully choreographed ballrooms were long gone, even before Sylar and Claire had come into existence.

The mantra of 'do what feels good' was still the ruling philosophy. All one had to really do was find the beat and move, and Sylar just had to watch the people for a little while and he'd be able to blend in as one of them. On the surface, anyway.
Jan. 21st, 2010 10:12 am (UTC)
"A little." Claire smiled, handing him her drink as deciding that she would make him watch first. She pushed away from the bar and made her way into the crowd. Not far enough that she would be out of Sylar's line of sight, but enough to grab the attention of other men in the room.

She moved her hips, running her hands down her torso, swinging her curves to the beat in a display that was everything sensual. Her eyes were closed at first, but once she found her place in the music, she opened them to look the brunette right in the eye, a devilish smile spreading across her face.
Jan. 21st, 2010 10:28 am (UTC)
Well, if he hadn't already been planning on proving her wrong just to win points with her he was damn well convinced now! He watched her body move, so effortlessly as her athletic background made even the most simple rhythmic movements a natural art.

He allowed the other men to look for a little while longer. His sharp mind kept multiple thought-tracks running as he continued to analyze the movement on the floor as well as track the men around Claire and make certain none of them could make a move on her that he couldn't beat them to.

When it looked as though a man to his left was working up the nerve to go and join the seemingly lonely blonde, Sylar made his move. He downed the whiskey that would do nothing to him, abandoned the cocktail on the bar to be replaced later, and strode out on long legs to meet the woman who was dancing so seductively for him, and he knew, for him alone. Any effect her looks and her movements had on other men were purely for his benefit as well, stoking that protective territorialism.

He slid around behind her like a stalking feline, hands finding her hips and gliding over her body with a confidence of permission that a stranger would never use. Instantly his would-be rival stopped and forfeited, every other masculine eye that had been on the girl suddenly turning green with envy.

Especially one that watched from a lounge half-hidden by its angle. A familiar pair sat on the soft-as-butter leather seat, watching the dancers, one with amusement, the other with anger, and both with more than a bit of incredulity.

"Well..." Kreiger addressed his companion. "What have we here?"
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