[M. E.] First real, then fake (Sylar/Open)

[Sylar Silverberg]

"It seems like you really don't have a favorite anything, that is unless i'm asking the wrong questions He really probably was but he would figure that out soon enough. but i will figure out something that you aren't picky about. And about the wedding cake if we are going to make this seem real then I do care about how it turns out Did that just sound the way he thinks it sounded... GAY the cake that is. So let me ask you this question. Are you one of those girls that thinks sports are ICKY or no. And if not what is your favorite sport.

So she had the cake picked out along with the food. Well that made it easier on Sylar. Good. Now he can start seeing if she likes the same stuff he does.

(OOC: YAY one page done. and this seems like it is going to be a very long thread

[Demetra Katsaros]

[OOC: It's gotta be 3-5 pages. But hey, if it goes over, we still get posting credit and plot lines. =D]

My eyes shot up to Sylar. The way he worded the question made me feel a little uncomfortable. I'd let it slide for now, though, and give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he meant nothing by it. "I am not a person who thinks sports are 'icky,' no," I replied slowly. "I don't believe in an unhealthy amount of competition, though. Some people deal with competition fine, but others are so obsessed with winning that they suck the fun out of the game, which ruins it for everybody on the team."

I was still kind of curious. What did he mean by icky? As in, I opposed sports because they make you sweat, which some people might consider gross? Sweating was perfectly normal, and while I wouldn't want to be rubbed in perspiration or forced to smell it for long periods of time, it was a pretty good indication that you were getting a good workout during your exercise. "I don't know if you consider it a sport, but my favorite athletic activity is swimming. It works several muscles, and you always stay cool as long as you're in the water." Whatever. Sweating wasn't really an issue with swimming.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Ah. She seemed to respond slower. Did he say something wrong or was it the way he said it? He was going to have to be careful. If he said the wrong thing then maybe this might turn into a complete catastrophe. That wouldn't be good. had to be more careful.

" Really? That is so cool because that point is where I agree so well. Like you said some people suck the fun out of sports and then you never play that sport with them again. A little competition is good but not excessively, even though sometimes people do get carried away without meaning to. Plus I love swimming too. It is fun especially when you swim with the waves in the ocean. It is always so fun.

Sylar thought about what he just said. There was nothing wrong with it to him. Hopefully the same would go for her.

[Demetra Katsaros]

I listened to him talk as I switched over to work on his suit (I could always finish up on the gown later that night). I did say I wanted to give it to him before he left, right? Or maybe I didn't tell that to him out loud. In any case, it seemed the only alterations I would have to make were for the pant legs, which would only take a few moments.

"Yeah, it is fun," I reiterated. All he seemed to be doing was agreeing with me. Was he doing that on purpose so we would get along? Of course, it did make sense that he actually didn't like too much competition, and that he did indeed enjoy swimming. Most people did, right? "Listen, what made you get involved in this mock marriage deal in the first place? I mean, what about it appeals to you?"

[Sylar Silverberg]

Well I'm not quite sure honestly. I saw all these other people loving each other and I wanted to see what it felt like. I haven't ever been in love before so this mock marriage seemed like at least I would be able to see how it feels a little bit.

Well it was true. He never knew how it felt to be in love and he decided to try this. To just see how it felt. By the way it is going he seemed to like it a lot. Hopefully this thing lasted.

[Demetra Katsaros]

I shook my head. "You can't expect a fake marriage to make you fall in love," I told him. "It takes time to get to know a person and assess your feelings toward her. Don't expect a quick, easy relationship just because the ceremony is set up like one for people who actually are in love. Remember, most real marriages take place after a couple has been together for a while and knows each other well enough to determine that they want to be together." I snipped the last thread from the bottom of the pants after tightly knotting it.

"Here. Take the suit home, and call my cell if you have any problems with it." I folded then handed him the fresh dark suit. "I'm going to be here at nine in the morning tomorrow, just to get ready. You may or may not need as much time, but try to be prepared by eleven, 'cause that's when the ceremony is supposed to start."

[Sylar Silverberg]

Well of course not. I just want to see how it feels to be in a marriage. That's all. And i'll be here tomorrow ready to go at eleven.

Sylar would walk over to demetra and get his outfit. He would then try to give her a hug and walk away. This was going to be an eventful day tomorrow and he was going to need his sleep.

(ooc: What you should do is reply to mine then put next day and write the beginning of the next day

[Demetra Katsaros]

I nodded as he spoke, and gave him a light pat on the back as he came in for a hug. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day: I was getting married to a fifteen-year-old. He claimed not to have any specific expectations, but after mentioning falling in love and seeing happy couple or whatever, I wasn't too sure. Oh well. I had a lot to cover before I could worry about that.

*Time skip*

My eyes opened slowly to the morning light. It was probably about seven. I was never the type who slept in, as it seemed like such a waste. My mom was still asleep in the bed across the room. She was invited to the wedding, but she didn't have to show up until it actually began.

I had plenty of time to chop up some fruit and make a breakfast smoothie, which I'd carry around with me for the day, as well as organize my schedule in my cell phone. After a quick clean up rinse and gathering everything I'd need (which was tidily readied before hand in separate bags), I dragged my wagon to the bus stop to be on my way. It was around eight-thirty at this time.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was up early that morning, well early for him at least. It was nine o clock, great. Sylar got up and did his daily routine except today he shaved. Yeah this wasn't a real marriage but it was something he still had to. After that he would try on his tuxedo. Hopefully her measurements were good and there was no problem. To his astonishment they fit fine. Sylar quickly left his house and jacked the nearest car. It was a nice new Mercedes. Sweet.He left at about 10 o clock. He would make it thirty minutes to eleven. Plenty of time. Luckily he didn't have any family coming, or so he thought.

(So I was thinking for future rping that my dad could show up and ruin everything. Then later Sylar could make amends or something. IDK, pm me what you think)

[Demetra Katsaros]

Did I tell Sylar where the wedding was supposed to take place? I'm sure I must have mentioned it before we met up for suit measure-ups, and if he didn't know, he probably would have asked. Well, if he had problems, he at least had my cell phone number.

I was pretty proud of the spot I managed to get-- right near some beautiful hot springs. Now, even though I wasn't really a big admirer of aesthetics, I did like this gorgeous slice of nature, and hey, how could my eco-friendly wedding be complete without a green location? And who knows, maybe some people would be willing to kick off their shoes and dip their feet in, as they probably wouldn't be appropriately dressed to actually swim around.

My first order of business was to set up the table and chairs that were piled in the corner of a tree. It wouldn't take too long; the wedding wasn't going to be particularly large with a lot of people.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was driving around town looking for this place. Where was she he thought. He thought back to the paper. He remembered something about being green and paradise looking. He knew were that was. HE speed off in the direction.

*30 minutes later

Sylar arrived at the destination. When he stepped out of the car he heard birds and the water running. He looked around and saw a wonderful paradise. It was an amazing site to see. He was happy that this was where he was going to be "married". Sylar started to walk through and he saw Demetra setting up chairs. This was going to be fun. When she would come towards the chairs again he would make his foot feel like a snake against demetra's, hopefully freaking her out

[Demetra Katsaros]

"What the-?!" I jumped up as I felt something wrap at my ankle, and there was only one kind of animal that I could think of that would make me feel that way: a snake. Now, I like all types of animals, and I wouldn't necessarily freak out if I saw a snake, but there was a good possibility that the snakes in this area were venomous. I had no intention of being bit my poisonous fangs, thank you very much. Yet when I looked over, I only saw Sylar. Huh. "Damn, you made me nervous for a second!" I breathed in deeply, then pushed the air out quickly. "Well, since you're here earlier than I expected, you can help me set up tables and chairs, since I didn't exactly hire anyone to do that for me." Errrr. "For us," I corrected.

I pointed over to the rectangular, white foldable tables. "Those are for the food, so line them up kind of like a buffet." I grinned widely. "Good thing you didn't catch me when I was already in the dress. I'll change and get ready once everything's set up, that way the guests can file in and such while I smooth everything out."

[Andrew]

[OOC: Andrew is coming in, since the thread is apparently slow, and it will make for interesting story. :3]

I got the information from Demetra's mom. Demetra was probably going to be mad. It's okay. I've dealt with her anger before. I wasn't out to ruin everything. If I ruined it, I ruined it. I wouldn't be too upset about it. The whole thing bothered me. That's why I was going. Yes, I knew it was fake. But she had to like this guy. Why else would she agree to it? She was supposed to like me. I was the one she married for real. Would they kiss at the ceremony? It was a fake ceremony. That didn't mean it was a fake kiss. Did she think our relationship was over? This was like cheating. I didn't sign any divorce papers.

I walked over to see her setting up chairs. "What the hell is going on?!" I asked, pulling up in my bike. Demetra knew I didn't have a car. She probably liked it better that way. "You didn't even bother to tell me about all this? Don't I have a right to know?"

[Demetra Katsaros]

My eyes widened as they laid onto the arrival of an unexpected arrival-- my legal, official husband (though not by choice entirely, as I would be divorced from him by now if I had my way), Andrew Irving. There were only so many things I could think of that would entirely ruin my plans: serving non-vegan dishes, trashing the beautiful setting of the wedding, and Andy showing up. "Oh, you're making accusations toward me, like I'm the bad guy?!" I shouted incredulously. "You're fucking nuts! What are you, my God damn stalker? You already know how I feel, you already know what I want, and don't think you have any right to control what I do." My hands flew up in the air in exasperation. "You weren't even invited! Don't you have any sense of what is considered rude? You know, they're called manners. I wouldn't show up at your place uninvited. I expect you to do the same toward me."

It was going to take me awhile to calm down.

[Andrew]

My guess was right. It was like I could predict the future. Or maybe I just knew her well. Demetra was mad. It was my fault. I felt a little guilty now. I thought it wouldn't matter. It was about love. Love was more important than these stupid fights. But I didn't want to make her angry. I didn't like it when she was upset. I should be the one making her feel better, not worse.

"I'm sorry, but I had to come," I told her. "It just feels like crap. I feel like you don't care about me. It hurts, you know?" A pained look came across my face. "If you like this guy, it would hurt my feelings. I know it's a fake wedding, but you picked this kid for a reason. There has to be something about him that you're willing to have a ceremony and say I do and kiss him in front of a bunch of people. It's like you're cheating on me. I can't just stand around and take it." I felt like I was talking too much, but for once, I was being honest for a long period of time.