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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 16:01:06 GMT -5
Luke wasn't done yet. He didn't want to lose this argument.
"I Am Not A Kid." he said slowly and deliberately, his eyes darkening "I'm seventeen, which is an adult some places, and since there aren't any laws on this island, I'm as much an adult as you are. You aren't exactly Miss Mature."
He turned away from her a moment to watch Gabriel.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 16:33:02 GMT -5
And just like that, she had his age. Seventeen. Even younger than she'd guessed. She wanted to say something, anything, about her social solitude for most of her life but it might raise questions... She shrugged, letting it out.
"I haven't held a relatively interesting conversation with anyone outside of my father since I was eight," she said, smiling and letting a small giggle out. "I've been pretty much socially isolated for the past sixteen years of my life. I didn't get the luxury of learning how to be mature." Elle decided to leave it at that.
She smirked lightly and stood, leaving the table to walk up next to Gabriel. "What d'you need help with?" she asked, looking up at his face and smiling.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 16:39:40 GMT -5
Luke made a soft huffing noise, leaning his head back to rest on the back of the seat.
"You grow up in a psycho ward or something?" he asked with a tiny smirk, not yet getting up to help.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 16:44:51 GMT -5
"Glass room," she replied over her shoulder. "IV of lithium up my arm." It was a small fib - she'd only been in that room for a while - but if it helped get him off her back it made her happier.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 17:06:26 GMT -5
"Glass shatters if it gets hot." he mused inanely, wondering if he could shatter glass. He bet he could. If he had a big enough power charge.
"Or was it special nutter-proof glass? Are you bipolar, then?"
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 17:14:57 GMT -5
Elle bowed her head, inwardly sighing. She perked up, half-skipping half-walking over to where Luke sat. She sat on the table, crossed her legs, and leaned in close - inches from his face. "My therapists diagnosed me as a sociopath with paranoid delusions." A giggle ripped from her throat. She brought her hand up to shock his nose and giggled lightly again, pulling back a few inches and cocking her head.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 17:22:05 GMT -5
He wrinkled his nose at the shock, raising his own hand in warning, red waves shimmering slightly on the surface of the skin on his palm.
"Were they right?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 17:27:39 GMT -5
Elle smiled and brought her hand up close to his, making small jolts jump over to his glowing hand.
"Naw, they were just out to get be 'cuz I threatened to kill'em," she answered, smiling gleefully.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 17:32:11 GMT -5
"Those damn shrinks. One death threat and they totally overreact..."
A small grin crossed his lips briefly, and he looked down at their hands in surprise.
"You know, that kinda tickles."
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 17:36:18 GMT -5
Elle's eyes lit up. He grinned and joked about something she said?! Did hell freeze over or something? She nodded and grinned back.
"Doesn't always have to hurt," she said lowly, sending a few more over. Her face lit up in a small smile when she glanced at their hands.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 17:41:04 GMT -5
It was probably a bit too late to go back to glaring and hating her. She was okay in this one moment, he'd allow that.
His heated skin didn't exactly muffle the shocks, but they made them absorb easier into his flesh, more like tingles than harsh jolts. He wondered briefly how it was on her end.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 17:51:46 GMT -5
"Silent now, are we?" she murmured after a couple seconds of quiet. To be honest, it was taking everything in her not to pull back from the heat. It hurt. Combined with the scratch of powerful volts under her skin, the warm pulse from his palm made her feel like her hand was on fire. The red skin on her arm stung as a reminder of what those hands could do.
She hummed something under her breath. A larger jolt jumped between their hands. Still not enough to really cause harm, just maybe make it feel less ticklish. She smirked widely.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 18, 2009 18:01:22 GMT -5
He bit down on his lip slightly to keep his hand in place, looking challengingly at her. He could stand this longer than she could, he was sure of it. That made him feel good.
"Had enough?"
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 18, 2009 18:08:57 GMT -5
Was it really worth it to fight with a seventeen year old? Even if she did technically win the "fight", with him, he would find some way to make it look like he did. She smiled, sending over a slightly higher jolt and pulled her hand away.
"Yeah," she said through a small smile. Shaking her hand, Elle let some power out into the air to relieve the scratching, but making no other move to leave.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 18, 2009 18:09:07 GMT -5
Sylar looked over at the two of them as he worked silently, pausing to watch their interaction. He caught everything she had said, and a thrill of familiarity raced through him. He'd been in one of those rooms. He'd broken out of one of those rooms. The thought still made him a little sick...how they'd drugged him... put a port right into his fucking head.... That had been unpleasant.
"Don't play too hard....I don't want you too to burn down my house." he said lightly, leaning down to find himself a pan to cook with.
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