A Whole New World (open)

[gabrielgray]

When her foot came to rest near his hand against Sylar brushed his fingers across it in a silent sort of apology. It was certainly dangerous between them, all three of them. Dangerous people with nothing to keep them occupied. He wondered how long it would be before he accidentally hurt one of them beyond repair. The thought made him from a little, and he turned to rest his cheek against Luke's chest, bored.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle mumbled an apology as well, she shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. She needed to learn to think before she spoke out. She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the ticklish feeling in her foot when he brushed up against it.

"What now?" she asked, sick of the silence.

[Luke Campbell]

Luke shifted, spreading his legs apart on either side of Sylar and leaning against the arm of the couch. He had been too uncomfortable with the man's weight crushing down on his thighs.
"Why are you still here?" he asked Elle rudely.

[gabrielgray]

Luke's sudden rudeness made Sylar snort in amusement, and he grinned darkly, letting his gaze travel to Elle. He wasn't going to stop them from bickering. It was the most entertaining thing he had to do.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle's head snapped up to glare at the kid. Then she lowered her gaze. Her fingers worried the hem of her shirt. She shrugged. "Haven't been kicked out yet?" she practically whispered, shrugging again soon afterward.

[Luke Campbell]

Luke ducked his head to lightly ghost his lips up Sylar's jaw, feeling a little brave in this position, although his bravado was based on Sylar's failure to reject anything he'd been doing so far.
"What do you really think's going to happen?"

[gabrielgray]

Luke was clearly attempting to assert his dominance of the situation and it was almost funny to the killer. So he let him do as he wanted, tipping his head to give the boy room as he glanced away casually.

[Elle Bishop]

The girl sighed, still fumbling around with her shit, pulling at a lose string. "Honestly? I think I'm going to go to bed on this couch, wake up in the morning, drink some coffee, leave, go get my shirt from the river 'cause I just now noticed that I left it down there, then I'm going to walk back to my house, change into something decent, lay around on the couch all day, and go back to sleep. Oh! Would you like to hear what I have in store for the day after?" Her hand sizzled involuntarily, singing her shirt. She cussed under her breath. "Great. This is my favorite tank top."

Elle laughed darkly and lifted her gaze up to Luke, cocking her head. "I mean, I'm still kinda hoping that it's not going to be that boring, but by the looks of things, it is."

[Luke Campbell]

Luke decided to press his advantage and kissed Sylar's neck properly. Yes, it probably was a dominance thing. He very probably was trying to show that he was in no way insecure of having Sylar stolen from him because Sylar was his.
"What do you want to happen, then?"

[Elle Bishop]

Elle batted her eyelashes and smirked. "Oh, Lukey," she purred out. "What do you think?" She was trying hard to ignore the way he practically devoured Sylar's neck. It was kinda weird, threw her off a little. She never thought of Sylar as the type that would allow that, but apparently he was enjoying it.

[gabrielgray]

Sylar didn't really mind the possessiveness of the other, or the kissing against his neck. When he grew tired of it he would make it stop.

Sighing, he rolled his eyes open, looking up at the ceiling. "It's not like they left us a lot of entertainment options."

[Luke Campbell]

He shrugged, looking up at Elle with narrowed eyes.
"Sorry, I'm no good at interpreting 'psycho'..."
He then dropped his gaze away from her as though he'd lost interest in her entirely. Which wasn't entirely true.

[Elle Bishop]

"What kind of Company would they be if they did?" Elle mumbled back to Sylar. She ignored Luke's comment and went back to picking at her tank top. It didn't take too long for that to get boring. She curled her feet from off Sylar's thigh and crossed them. She propped her elbows up on her knees and laid her head on her hands, looking up at them with boredom.

[gabrielgray]

Lolling his head back and staring up at the ceiling, Sylar sighed. Sex wasn't his biggest interest, and he'd already had it with Luke. Running around in the tropical jungle was irritating due to bugs and humid heat.

"Elle..." he muttered, lifting his head to look at her again. "Did you know anything about this place before they dumped you here, too?" he asked, wondering if she had any inside information she wasn't sharing.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "Not... really." she worried her lip for a second. "I knew the cells were clearing out really fast. People, important people, good people, were disappearing. Agents, all of us. I thought I was safe, so I didn't look into it. Thought they were just killing'em. And then Daddy drugged me up in my sleep one night and told me he was dropping me on this island. I was too dangerous for the Company, too much risk. Told me that as soon as I got my control index up, he'd come back for me." She laughed and shook her head.

"What about you?" she asked. "I mean, how did you get captured?" Stop... "You're the almighty Sylar. The one that escaped. And yet you're sitting here like the rest of us. What happened?" Elle tensed a little, preparing for some kind of physical violence that was bound to happen. She wasn't a masochist, in any sense of the word, but she was practically begging for it.