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Jul. 15th, 2009 04:48 amHe knows he's not supposed to leave the hotel room without someone else with him. It's his own rule, and it's in place for a good damn reason, considering all the times that Sylar's shown up or been caught lurking around, but he can't help but break it. He needs to get out of the room to think, and the night watch -- it's Peter, tonight -- doesn't dare try stopping him, and all because everyone's more or less thinking the same thing.
The rule is more or less useless, now that they're all fairly sure that the killer can create illusions.
Marching down the hall, he shoots a glance towards the stairs that lead to the rooftop only to shake his head. While normally going up there is his sure-fire way of calming down -- if Hiro were still hanging around, he's sure he'd have to endure comments about him being Batman, for all the time he spends brooding up there -- he's not sure he's going to help this time. God only knows why he's so certain, but whatever the reason, it's enough to send him beelining for the elevator.
He gets in, jabs the button for the ground floor a little viciously, and then sinks against the wall as the doors close, trying to keep his head from running circles around itself. Maybe the walk will help -- it damn well better, as he's supposed to be the team answer man -- but at the moment, he can barely think straight, and the only thing going through his mind isn't entirely helpful.
Even if they make it to New York, they're well and truly damned.
Muse: Claude Rains
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 278
The rule is more or less useless, now that they're all fairly sure that the killer can create illusions.
Marching down the hall, he shoots a glance towards the stairs that lead to the rooftop only to shake his head. While normally going up there is his sure-fire way of calming down -- if Hiro were still hanging around, he's sure he'd have to endure comments about him being Batman, for all the time he spends brooding up there -- he's not sure he's going to help this time. God only knows why he's so certain, but whatever the reason, it's enough to send him beelining for the elevator.
He gets in, jabs the button for the ground floor a little viciously, and then sinks against the wall as the doors close, trying to keep his head from running circles around itself. Maybe the walk will help -- it damn well better, as he's supposed to be the team answer man -- but at the moment, he can barely think straight, and the only thing going through his mind isn't entirely helpful.
Even if they make it to New York, they're well and truly damned.
Muse: Claude Rains
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 278
