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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 17, 2009 17:16:07 GMT -5
Luke moved forwards into the house like he owned it; well, he did live there, at least. He sat down, leaning back in his seat and yawning. He stretched both his legs in front of him, watching Sylar out of the corner of his eye, looking more directly at Elle.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 17, 2009 18:14:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, a few more." Sylar admitted, but didn't go into the details. Once they were both inside he lifted his hand and pulled the door closed with one simple thought. Rubbing his hands on his jeans, he pushed himself away from the counter and went towards the fridge pulling it open. There was only milk and juice and water, and he pulled out the milk, taking it to the counter and setting it down so that he could take out a glass. He figured if either of them wanted anything they could ask or get it themselves.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, pouring his glass full and then returning the milk to the fridge. Maybe she knew something they didn't know... He went to leaning back against the counter again, letting Elle take the other seat if she wanted, beside Luke.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 17, 2009 18:31:19 GMT -5
Elle's head snapped back when the door closed. Ohhh, telekinesis. That was going to get annoying fast. She glanced at him and his glass of milk and almost laughed. Seeing such an intimidating guy drink milk was entertaining. She wondered for a minute if he had any pop... or coffee and tons of sugar.... Mmm, caffeine. Her head snapped up when he talked again.
"I dunno, I'm really starting to think I should keep some things secret!" she said through a smile. Half paying attention, she wondered what they would do if they knew about her previous "home". She leaned against the door and clutched her arms tighter around her chest.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 17, 2009 19:22:24 GMT -5
"Sit down." Luke invited politely, just to show that he wasn't really worried, and he could act civil.
He watched her, curious despite himself. If he was going to have to watch his back, he might as well learn something about the girl who'd be at it.
For one thing, her smile looked as fake as the one he fixed her with now.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 3:22:05 GMT -5
Elle glanced at Luke with slightly wide eyes and glanced at the unoccupied chair. She shook her head and smiled a small smirk. "I'm fine for now," she said, leaning a little more on the door. "Thanks, though." Her glances flickered around before landing on Gabriel. She smiled a little wider. Her cheeks were starting to hurt. She couldn't help it. Being happy and cheerful was something she just was on impulse.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 18, 2009 5:35:00 GMT -5
"Go on and sit." Sylar insisted, gesturing to the chair. She was a lot jumpier than Luke had been, and he wanted her to calm down a little. He took a swallow of his milk and then pushed away from the counter, moving over to where Luke was sitting. He sat his glass down on the tabletop and smiled a little to the boy, "So, do you know anything about cleaning those fish?" he asked, raising his brows.
He was trying to work with the awkward situation and diffuse it a little. When he had brought Luke home it hadn't taken too long, but...he had known pretty well how to placate him. He wasn't sure the whole sex thing would work on her. That and it would probably mess up what he had already established with Luke. "Come on, Elle, relax. If I had wanted to kill you I wouldn't have brought you back to my home."
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 6:27:54 GMT -5
Luke glanced between them, and then at the fish as he'd been instructed.
"Dunno. Do you clean fish? They like, live in water."
He frowned. He'd never actually cooked a fish by himself.
"Do you cut it up first?"
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 14:01:18 GMT -5
Elle rolled her eyes and moved to the chair, pulling it out further than needed and plopped down. She sprawled her arms out over the table before pulling them back and laying her chin on her folded hands. "I just don't like kitchen chairs." she whispered to herself. She wanted to comment on his later statement, saying how he was planning on taking her home earlier and then didn't correct her on asking if they were going to kill her... It would probably be best for her not to mention it, though. For now, anyway.
Bursting out giggling at Luke, Elle covered her mouth and bit her lip. She pulled her hand away, a mocking smile still on her face. "Yeah, you clean fish. Unless you want bones gauging out your teeth and rupturing your stomach," she spoke while trying to fight another laugh.
"I mean, I'm no expert or anything, but if you have a fillet knife, I can give it a shot." Elle spoke, shrugging and glancing at the fish on the counter. Couldn't be that hard, right? All the bones were connected to the spine. If she could get a hold of the spine and get it out in one piece, then the rest should come out too... Right?
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 14:05:15 GMT -5
He glared at her, going red.
"No, I meant... Like, you don't wash it. Or stuff. You cut it up, I know that, I'm not a moron, I..."
He shut himself up before he rambled himself into utter humiliation. He scowled, folding his arms and feeling immature and unhappy.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 14:13:15 GMT -5
Elle smiled, amused at his anger. "Yes, Luke, you do wash it," she refrained from commenting on his last statement as tempting as it was to piss off the kid. "Come on, have a little fun!" she batted at him from across the table, sending the smallest voltage she could to zap him playfully.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 14:46:07 GMT -5
Luke folded his arms, feeling himself almost smile. He scowled even more to compensate.
"Want me to burn you again? Cause I'd love the excuse."
He wasn't bluffing, either.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 15:30:33 GMT -5
Elle leaned forward a bit on her elbows, mouth falling into a slight frown. She laced her fingers together. "What's your problem with me, Luke?" she asked lowly, cocking her head. Her hair fell over her shoulder, getting in her face. She ignored it, dragging her eyes over the teen before catching his eyes again. A small smile reached her lips, questioning.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 15:33:51 GMT -5
He looked at her, surprised by the question. What was his problem with her? He didn't exactly know that himself.
"You're a girl. You're giggly and annoying." he settled on, knowing it sounded lame.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 15:46:40 GMT -5
Elle smirked and laughed, falling back and holding her arms across her chest. "Well, if that isn't the most sexist thing I've ever heard..." she smiled out. "And trust me, you aren't any less annoying because you're a boy. Probably more annoying 'cause you're a kid." Her lips curled into a mocking smirk and she lifted a brow, challenging him.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 18, 2009 15:56:50 GMT -5
Letting the two of them argue, Sylar turned to the counter and started pulling out drawers, looking for something sharper than butter knives. Finding nothing, he sighed in exasperation and returned to the problem of the fish being scaly and bony. Well...it wasn't like he knew about cutting through skin and bones.
He listened to them banter back and forth as he lifted his hand, honing the edge of this telekinetic power until it was razor thin, then made an experimental cut along the length ot it, separating the skin from the flesh and peeling it back.
"Are you two almost done?" he asked in a moment of relative quiet, turning to look at them with a cocked brow. "If we're going to have a meal I'm going to need help. I'm not doing this all by myself while you pout at each other.
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