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Post by Ryder on Oct 25, 2009 21:38:05 GMT -5
Ryder rubbed at his neck as he emerged from the backroom. He felt a lot of eyes on him as he walked over to Essence and Emma. "I got some information from him. Don't know if it's useful or not. But it's a start." He told them. "I think that's all we can do h--"
The door to the lounge swung open, with the sun-setting, he couldn't tell who it was. But whispers sprang through-out the joint as the man walked further in. "Well, well.." Ryder froze instantly. No...
Sylar's face emerged with a smirk. "I finally found you.." He grinned. "Ryder.."
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Post by Sylar on Oct 25, 2009 21:41:12 GMT -5
Ahh, he'd have to thank Nigel for that call.
He threw the door open with a smirk, his eyes setting on Ryder immediately. "Well, well.." He started with a grin. "Seems I finally found you..." His smirk widened. "Ryder, Ryder, Ryder.. Tsk, tsk. Trying to track my footsteps." He waved a finger at him.
"But alas," He grinned. "Like the new body?" He asked, twirling around. "I rather fancy it myself. Much better than yours." His eyes trailed to Essence with a smile. "Hello, kitty." He winked. "How's that scratch?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 18:45:54 GMT -5
Emma frowned, too, in disappointment, knowing that she hadn't been of any help. Essence seemed to get more uptight by the minute, not being near Ryder, and she could understand that. She couldn't be much of physical protection. Swallowing hard, she figured maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take her away from him.
Fuck.
She looked over at Ryder, about to reply, when the doors swung open and in walked a figure that gave her only chills. Emma set her eyes on him, watching the banter that was about to go on. Her feet were set in the ground, refusing to let herself falter.
Come on, we got this...
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Post by Essence Newman on Oct 26, 2009 19:06:47 GMT -5
Crossing her arms over her chest, Essence let herself fall against the bar counter. Grinning softly to Emma, she joked, "Jeez, we suck at this, huh?" Then Ryder appeared and a bit of her anxiety faded away. He barely got two sentences out, though, before the door swung out, ushering in a silence.
Curious, Essence looked up and felt her lungs fail. Oh fuck. She forced her face into an emotionless mask. Even when he spoke to her. Narrowing her eyes, she stared straight ahead, as if not seeing him. Goddamn fucking bastard.
She was trying to keep as calm as possible but rage and fear were slowly over-riding her system. To compensate, she tightened her grip on her opposite arm. Her fingernails bit into the skin, practically drawing blood.
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Post by Ryder on Oct 26, 2009 19:27:39 GMT -5
"Ryder, Ryder, Ryder.. Tsk, tsk. Trying to track my footsteps."
He took a protective stance infront of the girls, his eyes turning into cold hard slits as he glared back at Sylar. "Had to do something." He replied with a hiss. We've got to get outta here.. He looked back at Emma and Essence for a moment.
"Like the new body?" He asked, twirling around. "I rather fancy it myself. Much better than yours."
"Actually, no. I prefer you dead and gone." He spat angrily. His feet were firm, not wanting to move a muscle. If Sylar took even a step closer...
"Hello, kitty." He winked. "How's that scratch?"
A low growl escaped his lips. "Don't you talk to her like that!" He shouted. The room, once bustling with life, had somehow emptied itself. Leaving behind Ryder, Essence, and Emma to fend for themselves. "What do you want? You want me? Fine. But don't even think about touching either one of these girls."
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Post by Sylar on Oct 26, 2009 19:33:02 GMT -5
"Actually, no. I prefer you dead and gone."
Sylar placed a hand over his heart, faking a saddened expression. "Ouch, Ry. That really hurt you know." He smirked. "Though I suppose you have good reasons for hating me." His smirk darkened as he starred at the three of them. "After all, I was the one who killed your precious Arianna.. and tainted Essence.. in your bed."
"What do you want? You want me? Fine. But don't even think about touching either one of these girls."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of such a thing." He shook his head. "I've had my fun with your kitty." He stopped, his eyes drifting to Emma. "But who is this fine young specimen?" He grinned, licking his lips. "I haven't tasted you yet.. Perhaps your blood is tastier than the two dollar whores I killed earlier today?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 19:44:45 GMT -5
A scowl of disgust crossed her face and she kept eye contact with Sylar, resisting the urge to snap back with some witty or sarcastic reply. This wasn't the time to instigate. And causing a scene would be even worse. She supposed she should let Ryder handle this one. He seemed confident in what he was saying, and was on his toes, ready if any action was necessary. Emma's first instinct was to get them out. Fighting was last on her list.
She put a hand at Essence's back, supporting her. She looked nervous--perhaps that was stating the obvious, but she'd never known Essie to be not-confident. Maybe not nervous, per se, but tense, definitely. She didn't want the girl jumping into action if she didn't have to. The rage was radiating off her body.
Calm, Ess. Relax.
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Post by Essence Newman on Oct 26, 2009 19:54:03 GMT -5
"After all, I was the one who killed your precious Arianna.. and tainted Essence.. in your bed."
The world went vacuum after that. Her mouth dropped open, lips trembling. She vaguely wondered if this was how rape victims felt upon confronting their assailant. But that wasn't even true. Because she had fucking asked for it. No, she told herself. No. You're fine. Ryder took that back. You're okay. The feeling of utter desolation faded away, slow but steady. All that was left was searing anger.
Who the fuck did this fucking bastard think he was? She fought for control. Let Ryder handle it. Could she do that? Could she just stand back while he just stood there. This was the man who caused Ryder and her so much pain and strife. This must be fucking hard for him.
She took a step forward, careful to remain behind Ryder. Reaching forward, she laid her hand on the small of his back. Just to let him know she was there, to keep him steady.
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Post by Ryder on Oct 26, 2009 20:34:45 GMT -5
Ouch, Ry. That really hurt you know." He smirked. "Though I suppose you have good reasons for hating me." His smirk darkened as he starred at the three of them. "After all, I was the one who killed your precious Arianna.. and tainted Essence.. in your bed."
Pure hatred ran through his veins like liquid fire. Poisoning every inch of his body until he couldn't take it any longer. His teeth grind-ed together until it hurt, but he didn't stop. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He shouted. But remained firm. This wasn't a time for a fight. Despite Sylar being outnumbered.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of such a thing." He shook his head. "I've had my fun with your kitty." He stopped, his eyes drifting to Emma. "But who is this fine young specimen?" He grinned, licking his lips. "I haven't tasted you yet.. Perhaps your blood is tastier than the two dollar whores I killed earlier today?"
Ryder was catching on quickly. This was all a game. A diversion. So they couldn't find out what Sylar was really after. "Shut. Up. Now." He spat through his teeth. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. How much more of his past was Sylar willing to reveal? "Get out of my way." He told him with an odd sense of calm to his voice.
He was past being angry.
He was pissed.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 20:38:25 GMT -5
Essence pulled away and went to Ryder. Biting her lip, Emma retreated her hand and folded her arms, eyes drifting between all three of them. Was this what they were after? Insults? Banter? Didn't Ryder...want something from this guy? Standing her ground, she watched, unable to do much more.
((wow. sorry. REALLY S&S, but i got nothin'.))
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Post by Sylar on Oct 26, 2009 20:43:18 GMT -5
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
A loud dark laugh escaped Sylar's lips. He wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. "Aww? Did I say something I shouldn't have?" He grinned. "Shame on me." He slapped at his hand with a smirk.
"Get out of my way."
Sylar dropped the smile as he starred at him. "Make me."
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Post by Essence Newman on Oct 27, 2009 12:45:58 GMT -5
Essence felt a shudder run down her spine. The hand at Ryder's back tightened, fisting around the material of his shirt. She wanted to leave and she knew Ryder was just as eager as she was.
"T'fuck do you want, then?" Essence asked, disdain drippin from every word. She probably shouldn't have spoken at all, but she just wanted to go home. She wanted to go home and hold Ryder and figure out everything with Sylar later.
Unless they could just kill him here and end this now. But she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.
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Post by Sylar on Oct 27, 2009 15:18:59 GMT -5
"T'fuck do you want, then?"
His eyes remained on Ryder, who remained silent as they exchanged looks. He knew what Ryder was thinking, knew all his moves. "I already told you." He answered with a sinister smirk. "To make Ryder's life hell."
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Ryder's heart was racing a million miles per hour as they continued to stare at each other. "Make me." No. Why did this have to happen now? He could feel Essence's hand on his back gripping at his shirt. "I'm not going to say it again." He muttered. "Move."
"I already told you." He answered with a sinister smirk. "To make Ryder's life hell."
"Mission accomplished then. Now go." He nearly shouted. What had he gotten everyone into?
[[S&S.. sorry. got lazy]]
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Post by Essence Newman on Oct 27, 2009 16:02:23 GMT -5
She was tired of this. She was so fucking tired of this. She wanted this over with; one way or another.
"Enough of this fucking back and forth!" she shouted, eyes clenching shut. She put her hands to the sides of her head. The tips of her fingers phased through and she pulled back. She was too emotional; she was losing control of her powers. This needed to move along before she accidentally shifted or phased through the floor or something.
She stepped in front of Ryder, squaring off against Sylar. "Either make a fucking move or get the fuck out!" Consequences had no weight in Essence's mind. She just wanted to be done with this.
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Post by Ryder on Oct 27, 2009 16:13:09 GMT -5
"Either make a fucking move or get the fuck out!"
What was she thinking? She had already been injured once by him. "Essence.. no." He went to move back to stand infront, not noticing his laces had come untied. Stepping on one of them, he flew forward, landing on the hard wood floor with a loud thud.
Suddenly, everything was dark around him. Shadows. He thought, as he felt himself being lifted up.
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Post by Sylar on Oct 27, 2009 16:15:46 GMT -5
"Either make a fucking move or get the fuck out!"
Sylar growled at her sudden outburst at him. "We'll have it your way then." He muttered. Suddenly, Ryder went flying forward, and within a split second decision. He engulfed the man in shadows, bring him closer to him. Wrapping an arm around Ryder's neck, he held his stance.
"We'll be leaving now." He grinned, as he shifted into a fog.
And just like that. They were gone.
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Post by Sylar on Oct 27, 2009 16:15:51 GMT -5
"Either make a fucking move or get the fuck out!"
Sylar growled at her sudden outburst at him. "We'll have it your way then." He muttered. Suddenly, Ryder went flying forward, and within a split second decision. He engulfed the man in shadows, bring him closer to him. Wrapping an arm around Ryder's neck, he held his stance.
"We'll be leaving now." He grinned, as he shifted into a fog.
And just like that. They were gone.
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Post by Essence Newman on Oct 27, 2009 16:24:50 GMT -5
Essence stood in shock for a minute after they had disappeared. Her chest was heaving with the force of his breath and she shuffled her feet, eyes still locked on the spot where Ryder and Sylar had just been. But Ryder was gone. With Sylar. And she was alone. "Are you fucking serious!" she screamed to no one in particular. Shaking with rage, it took every ounce of self-control she had not to change into a horse or bear or tiger or something and just tear the place apart.
She let out a feral cry, more animal than girl, and turned kicking a chair fiercely. It skidded over the ground, clattered against a table. The pain of several broken toes faded to the background. She wanted to rage and fight and scream and pound and kill and tear and bite. She wanted to destroy something, anything. But especially Sylar. Fucking Sylar.
Anger dissipated and was replaced with utter desolation. Ryder had to be dead. Why would Sylar ever leave him alive? This was what he had wanted from the beginning: no Ryder. The sobs started and her knees crumpled. She managed to turn, reaching for Emma, clinging to the woman.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 16:34:11 GMT -5
Essence's reaction was less than reassuring. The seriousness of the situation along with the intensity of her response made her think she might not be stable enough to go after Sylar right now, despite the protests she knew she'd receive. Maybe even violence. She heard the crackle of broken toes as Essence kicked the chair, wincing, waiting for her to get everything out. The fury rushing off of her in monsoons made Emma cringe.
She held her close, arms tightly around her, not about to let go. Too many times she'd been in the same position--losing someone she loved, someone she knew she was responsible for and wanted to be with no matter what. Emma rubbed her back. "We'll get him, Essence," she assured her, keeping her voice calm and level.
"We'll get him back."
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