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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 1, 2009 14:18:14 GMT -5
Sylar had nothing to do. He had done everything in the school there was to do except blow it up or set fire to it. What else was he planning to do? He decided that instead he was going to ditch school. It would be a pointless waste of time for him to go and learn something he probably already knew. He headed out the doors while kids stood there and watched. He swore he heard someone say that they were going to tell on him. It really didn’t bother me for I usually got in trouble. Nothing personal or anything but it was just what happened.
I got to the streets and started to look at all the different shops and the new stuff that they were selling. It wasn’t like I didn’t know what they sold but they always had something new. Sylar had noticed that the town café was having a special today. It seemed to be steak and lobster. Sounded good, but Sylar didn’t want to eat alone. He decided he would invite Sara to lunch. He called her and the phone kept ringing. Finally he got a voicemail and left a message.
“Hey Sara, it’s me Sylar. So hey, I was wondering if you would like to join me for lunch or something. If you could call me back or meet me here asap I would love that. Hope I get to see your pretty face. Bye.”
Sylar walked in and told them it was a table for two. Whether she showed up or not he was still going to eat. The waiter took him to the booth in the far corner, away from everyone. He just hoped that she came. He would wait for about twenty minutes before ordering food. The server came up two minutes after and asked what he would like to drink. Sylar told him a coor’s would do fine. He walked away without checking his I.D. He was glad. He was wearing nice blue jeans with a short sleeve button up shirt. Sylar was glad that his normal outfits were being washed. Now he looked good for Sara.
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 1, 2009 18:01:28 GMT -5
Earlier~Sara heard the ringing in her sleep. "Ughhh...." Grunting, she rolled over, away from her phone. Ya. That's right. Sara was sleeping in. Screw going to school today. She was to damn tired. Her phone continued to ring though, and finally, it came to a stop. She sighed, falling asleep again. ... BZZZZZZT=_=" Ah... She had a message now. She rolled back over and blindly reached for her phone. The house was still a mess. She still hadn't cleaned it since the kidnappers had trashed it. Pretty much the only things she had done were sleep and eat. And start shit  " Between the three she had no time for cleaning. Screw that girly crap O: She grabbed her phone and listened to the message. At the end, she burst out laughing. Oh god, this kid was hilarious XDDD Nice. Jeez... Nice. The kid had potential. Lots. He would be useful >3 Sara had to admit, the guy intrigued her. And at least he made her laugh -__-' *le sigh* So she would go... She proceeded to haul herself out of bed. She wasn't going for anything fancy either. And if he was going to try to take it this far with her, she was going to make sure he knew what he was getting. She chose a... pair of sweat pants and a tank top... But they were her nicer sweat pants O: See? She must like him to wear her nicer ones.
Later~Sara cabbed it to the restaurant. She was still on one crutch, but it was ok. It wasn't so bad... Maybe... God she couldn't wait to get the friggin' brace off and be back to normal. She ran her hand through her hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail and made sure her pants weren't falling, then went inside. She noticed him at the table in the corner and went to him, motioning to the waiter that she was with him. She reached the table and sat down, leaning her crutch against the wall. Well... It was time to for tell all... =_= and he better damn well pass... It was the reason she had specifically worn the tank top. She leaned forward, smiling at him, her chest pushing out as she leaned on the table. On her chest, was a burn scar... In the shape of a hand print... Right between her breasts. It had healed nicely, and didn't look... to bad... " Maybe... But if he couldn't accept it, she wasn't going to stick around =_=" And he damn well wouldn't be walking out of here. BUT OK O= So she leaned forward, a big, evil smile on her face! "So... This pretty face just spent $15 getting a cab here. You better make this good." She laughed, letting him know it was a joke... Mostly... He better pay for her lunch...
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 4, 2009 12:45:50 GMT -5
Sylar laughed with Sara. She seemed to be having a good time??? It seemed to her that she really didn’t care about the lunch since she was coming in a pair of sweats and a tank top. Oh well, if he liked her he wasn’t going to let this get in the way. He saw the scar on her chest. It bothered him because the shape it was. He didn’t care that she had the scar but it looked like a hand mark. Sylar should of asked who did it then went and kicked their a**. He didn’t for her sake. He looked at her in the eyes.
“Thank you for coming. Now how are you today?”
He didn’t want to say much more for he didn’t feel like offending her. It was just one of those things. She probably had a rough time from whomever left that hand mark that he would wait for a while before starting to ask.
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 5, 2009 2:43:45 GMT -5
“Thank you for coming. Now how are you today?”
Ok... She could live with that reaction. Could have been a lot worse. She knew he noticed it. The scar. She knew. And he didn't seem to bothered by it. In fact, he has seemed kind of upset at seeing it. That was a nice reaction. She was ok with that one. If he asked though, she would tell him. He would get nothing out of her till then.
She sighed and leaned back in the chair. She was done showing off the scar, and ready to enjoy herself. Interesting that she was here with him now after their last meeting. The last meeting had been interesting.... To say the least. So to have come here today only served to prove that she was fucked in the head didn't it <3 Ah well. If he was ok with her... Craziness? Then all the better. They would get along well.
Motioning for a waiter, she answered his question. "I'm feeling pretty good today. Glad I didn't go to school. Slept in. Then I got your message. Seemed like a good idea, spending time with a cutie like you." She gave him a wink and a small laugh as the waiter arrived. She ordered a soda for herself, eying what he was drinking enviously.
Sara wanted a drink. Bad. But every time she drank the... Addiction took over. Yes, that's right. Sara was addicted to the root, and once addicted to the root, you were addicted to anything and everything in terms of drugs and adrenaline. One drink and she would be laid up in bed for a week with withdrawal symptoms. Just what she needed. Right.
"So what's the plan then?"
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 5, 2009 12:16:58 GMT -5
The plan? Sylar had never really thought about the plan. He wanted to have lunch. Sylar noticed that Sara was eying his drink. Was he supposed to order one for her after she ordered a soda? Aw what the hell. He could tell she wanted one. Sylar was about halfway done with his and told the waiter to bring two Coor’s. He knew she wanted one for the way she was looking at it.
“That is what you wanted right? Before we make a plan I have to ask you. What happened, the scar I mean?”
He had to know why it was there. It would bother him until he knew. Was it an assault? Maybe an old boyfriend or something, he just wouldn’t be able to operate if he didn’t know.
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 6, 2009 14:14:00 GMT -5
Sara smiled when he ordered the two drinks. He was perceptive wasn't he? Seems she was going to be in for a rough week. But what the hell. Every week was rough. Might as well enjoy it.
The usual 'one won't hurt' speech ran through her head. She knew it was bull shit, but she did it anyways. She could hope things would be different this time. That she would be able to control the addiction... and thus the subsequent withdrawal.
“That is what you wanted right? Before we make a plan I have to ask you. What happened, the scar I mean?”
Well, cut right to the chase why don't you? Sara looked around for a moment, avoiding his gaze, while she thought. She hadn't expected him to be so... blunt about it. She had expected questions, but his... boldness surprised her.
Well, there was nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, the guy in front of her might even commend her for it. They seemed to have a common love of fighting. "I got it in a fight." She turned back to him, a proud smile on her face. She had been through this talk once before with Nick. The difference was, this time, she wasn't in tears and blabbing her whole life story about the end of her relationship with the guy she had been in love with because of the scar and the reason it was there. And she didn't plan to spill it. Things were different this time around. And Sylar made her feel like her past didn't matter. So she would leave it at that.
"It was the night I learned my Qi." The smile widened. She was so proud of herself, completely oblivious to the fact that he might not even know what the hell Qi was. Oh well. Crazy Sara never though of the consequences first <3
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 6, 2009 18:54:27 GMT -5
So she had gotten in a fight when she learned about her Qi. So how does that lead up to a scar. Unless the other person had fire. The Qi thing threw me off. Sylar didn’t even know what it was for that matter. Something was fishy to him. There had to be more which would come later on hopefully. For now he wasn’t going to pry. He noticed the waiter coming with the other two drinks. Sylar never did really look at the menu. Time to buy us time. When he reached the table and put down our drinks Sylar immediately told him we needed more time. Not in a rude way but in a way where he wouldn’t have to stand around all day. He looked back at Sara.
“So what exactly is your Qi?”
That was all he could say. He leaned closer to her so he didn’t miss a word. Sylar was intrigued by her. She made him feel good. Not only did she like to fight but it seemed she liked him overall. He really didn’t care to much if she didn’t like him. He only hoped she did. Sylar listened intently to what she was going to say.
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 8, 2009 18:05:23 GMT -5
“So what exactly is your Qi?”She laughed. Genuinely laughed as she reached over and grabbed the drink. Well. Sylar here was in for an interesting day~ She took a deep long drink from the bottle. As soon as she drank it she felt... Good. That was good. She needed this. More then she knew. She was eager almost for the high to kick in from the addiction. As soon as she had the taste in her mouth, all repercussions left her mind. Nothing mattered except enjoying herself. "My Qi? HA! That's like asking a woman her weight. It's just something you don't do." She leaned forward on the table again, meeting his gaze. "Let me tell you though. It would fuck you up." Another laugh. She was joking. Mostly... " It was true it would, but it was more bravado then anything. The comment was meant more as a joke about the strange... relationship they were building. She took another drink. When she set the bottle back down it was less then half full.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 8, 2009 23:36:39 GMT -5
Sylar had to laugh when she did. He was having a great time with her even though she wouldn’t say. Oh well. Sara’s drink it the table. That was when Sylar noticed that she had already drank half of her drink. She was catching up to him. He wouldn’t allow it. So far he was one ahead. Sylar drank his drink to about halfway. It felt nice to loosen up a bit.
“Ok fine don’t tell me. It is your choice for that matter. I’d watch the drinking though. It’ll make you a little loopy if you know what I mean.”
He gave her a big grin. He was happy to be here with her. That was all that counted. Him and here in the bar. Together for that matter.
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Post by Sara Quinn on Jun 11, 2009 23:15:00 GMT -5
“Ok fine don’t tell me. It is your choice for that matter. I’d watch the drinking though. It’ll make you a little loopy if you know what I mean.”She smiled innocently at him. Oh... If he only knew what it was going to do to her... It would be fun. For her at least. One step in the wrong direction and he was going to meet a side of Sara that would make him wish he had never been born. And she would love every second of it. But for now, she was still in her right mind  She picked up the bottle and downed the rest of him as though daring him to stop her, and then motioned for the server with the bottle in hand. They nodded and motioned it would be a second. Turning her attention back to Sylar, Sara leaned forward again. "So what do you like to do for fun?" There. A nice conversation starter, and a way to get to know him. She hoped he liked the same things she did ;D
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 14, 2009 1:43:04 GMT -5
"Well let's see. This school doesn't have much to do here besides to fight and i love to do that. Out of school I love to do extreme things. Skydiving, bungee jumping. Those sorts of things. What about you. What do you like to do for fun, besides pick fights with random strangers."
Sylar couldn't help but give a smile when he said that for that was how he meet her. She had kind of picked a fight with Sylar and they ended up here. Who would have thought? He then watched Sara finish her drink and motion for nother. Tonight was going to be a long night. Sylar downed the rest of his. Still had one on her. This was gonna be fun.
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Post by Sara Quinn on Jun 15, 2009 17:57:15 GMT -5
So he loved to fight ! Perfect!! But then he had to go and ruin it TT.TT What did Sara do for fun?... Oh jeez " "Uhh..... Well...." She leaned back in her chair, looking around for a change of subject. Truth was, Sara didn't really do anything for fun " She was kinda busy as of late, fighting people, running from certain people, hiding from other certain people, avoiding people in general... "Well... That is my fun... kinda... Picking fights is fun..." And then change of subject arrived!!! Her next drink!! Yay <3 She took a long drink after noticing his was gone. Time to catch up~ She took a deep breath as she dropped the drink onto the table. It was hitting her already... She was going to seem like a lightweight... She didn't like that... "But ya... Umm... For fun.... I fight. Simple as that.. I guess... NEW SUBJECT PLZ" D< She kicked him under the table with her good leg. Teach him to ask her questions =_=" |
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 15, 2009 23:18:27 GMT -5
Sylar felt the kick under the table, or what felt like a bump of the leg. So she didn't like being asked questions. Well this was going to be no fun at all. How was he supposed to learn about the girl without asking her questions, or maybe he can ask indirectly. He would have to try it. Not know of course but soon. Sylar also watched as she downed her drink. Was this a drinking contest now. For if it was Sylar would win no joke. She had no chance for Sylar's Qi le him filter out non lethal poisons. To bad he doesn't remember how he found that out. But anyways that means that Alcohal poisoning doesn't work, or should he play fair? Hmm, good question.
"Well it seems you like to drink, and fast at that. So if you are trying to make a contest out of it don't. Please don't. I don't like embarrassing people, Especially pretty girls like yourself."
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Post by Sara Quinn on Jun 19, 2009 3:09:15 GMT -5
Sara glared at him across the table. He thought he could take her? She had no idea about her qi, and it probably wasn't going to be the smartest idea, even if he didn't have that qi, but she was a brave soul... And a defiant one at that. He offered a challenge, she had no option but to accept. But first... For the insult hidden in his comments...
She grabbed the crutch next to her in one swift movement, flicking her hand so that she was holding it by the bottom end, and slammed the part with the armrest down on his head. It wouldn't hurt to much, but it would sting.
Placing the crutch back on the ground, and without removing her eyes from him, she would gesture for the waiter to bring more drinks. "Wanna bet...? If I win... You have to... run around the school in a tutu..." She laughed.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 19, 2009 10:23:53 GMT -5
Why the hell did she just hit him. He hadn't done anything to deserve it and she hit him. Wtf.
And if I win you dress up as a clown with a dunce cap on your head and run around school, or let me stay at your place.
One was bad and the other not so much. He needed a place to stay for he hated sleeping on top of the school. Hopefully this all worked out.
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" Between the three she had no time for cleaning. Screw that girly crap O:
