Poker Face (Sylar, open)

[Leanne]

Let's not waste time and get down to it.

Leanne had just slipped and found herself sprawled across the ground in an unladylike manner. But it wasn't that simple, she had fell over while landing on someone's mid-step, therefore taking them down with her! How embarassing! Hence there was this guy she had just landed on top of. It was actually quite painful, yet she was a little too embarassed to pay attention to that.Quickly picking herself up from her awkward position she glanced at the taller male with a composed, poker face, except, the blush gave away the fact that she was actually extremely embarassed.

The whole situation was totally awkward and was her fault. She should've paid heed to the "slippery" signs that were put up on the side. Well, here she was paying the price for ignoring signs and being careless. As reserved, cold and dignified as she was, she wasn't totally an ice statue. She was just a typical girl like everyone else, falling tripping in hallways and clumsily picking herself back up.

"Sorry about that..." she'd say as she ended her hand out in front of her to help the guy up.

Yes, she had manners too- only to a certain extent.

She could be a real meanie if she wanted to, but not this time, after all it was entirely her fault. Yikes.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was in a better mood today. This lady had slipped and fallen onto sylar and it didn’t bug him to much. Nothing could have put sylar in a bad mood right then. He totally was a happy camper. The girl had offered her and to him and he took it. He normally would have cussed and screamed but not today. When he was up he looked at the girl and how she blushed. He thought it was cute that she was trying to hide it.

“No, the fault is mine.” He knew it wasn’t really but he wanted to try to be nice. Until someone ended up pushing his buttons one too many times. Of course there was no one around them at the moment so it didn’t exactly matter. He would take the blame and deal with it.

“The name is sylar. Now what would yours be if you don’t mind me asking.” He actually wanted to know her name. For him it was totally a new side of him people rarely saw. So to let this random stranger see it was pretty impressive.

[Leanne]

Leanne helped hoist him up to his feet despite him being a lot larger than her compared to her small lithe form. She felt guilty and embarassed still and even worse when he apologized for her own fault. Although Leanne just nodded with a polite smile brushing the inicident off rather than going through the whole "No really it's mine!" for bajillion times. It would just get on her nerves and probably his too.

“The name is sylar. Now what would yours be if you don’t mind me asking.”

"Leanne."

She'd reply with a small bow out of habit. The whole idea that she had been a maid for most of her life meant that the habits and etiquette has been engraved into her very being. It was hard to get rid of, and the proof resided in the bow when she introduces herself or meet some people.

"Pleasure meeting you."

[Sylar Silverberg]

“No I promise you the pleasure is all mine.”

Being a gentleman was hard for sylar for one reason. He always wore so much black. Black shirt, black pants, and a black trench coat. It was what he liked to wear. Plus his longish black hair made him look sort of emo sometimes. He really was a good person somewhere. This was the side of him Leanne saw right now. Being a gentleman though he took the ladies hand and kissed it if she would allow him. It was a courtesy gentleman did for ladies when they meet someone.

“So what would a lady as pretty as you be going Madame? That is again if you don’t mind me asking.”

He wanted to create small talk with the young lady. Well at least that was the way she seemed to him. The longer sylar talked the more he would learn about the mistress. And today was the best day for that to happen for the sole reason that Sylar couldn’t be happier if he tried. That was good for all purposes. Specially if this little run in went anywhere.

[Leanne]

Leanne, thank goodness got a little used to the whole hand kissing gentleman aspect of the school. She was still surprised that many of the males at Moral Crest were such gentlemen, she would've expected more punches rather than a kiss on her hand. It made her feel a little more safe than she would've expected herself to be. At least she wouldn't have to worry too much about getting a lot of broken bones or anything!

“So what would a lady as pretty as you be going Madame? That is again if you don’t mind me asking.”

"I was just heading to the Cooking room, I plan to make a few things for the school's Bake sale. Although it's only going to be me working up there so if you want to come along and have some of my treats, feel free to tag along." Leanne said with a polite smile.

Leanne felt like the opposite of Sylar really, she was wearing a white dress while he wore all black. It would be an odd site for a bypasser, but that was nothing to be surprised about.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“I was just heading to the Cooking room, I plan to make a few things for the school's Bake sale. Although it's only going to be me working up there so if you want to come along and have some of my treats, feel free to tag along."

Of course sylar wasn’t going to say no. He would love to be with this girl. Even though she wore contrasting colors he would enjoy her company. The only problem was that sylar didn’t know where exactly the cooking room was. He had never been there before and never planned on going until now. So he made up his mind quickly on what he was going to do.

“Sure. I will accompany you to the cooking room. I’ll see what I could help you with.”

This was weird for sylar. Normally this girl would off had a broken nose by now but again he couldn’t bring himself to do it like he said, he was in a fantastic mood for a reason that he couldn’t explain. It didn’t matter though. Sylar then raised his arm and made a hole in it. It was the kind that a girl would put her arm in to be escorted. If she would take it he would feel ok. If not he would feel like a dork and turn on her probably.

“The only thing is you have to show me. Never been to the cooking room. Hope you don’t mind.”

[Leanne]

“Sure. I will accompany you to the cooking room. I’ll see what I could help you with. The only thing is you have to show me. Never been to the cooking room. Hope you don’t mind.”

Leanne gave him a soft smile before she ushered him into the direction of the cooking room. She walked along side him and continued her way towards the general direction of the room. Her steady pace with her long strides measured their way until they reached their destination. Placing her hand on the handle she pushed open the door revealing the white, and clean cooking room. There was a large countertop in the front of the room with a stove in the centre while a mirror rested on a movable frame above the table as it reflected the stove elements.

Facing the teacher's countertop were six other countertops in two rows so in the room there were a total of twelve. Cupboards and drawers were around the room and on the walls were some shared utensils and machines.

"So Sylar, what kind of pastry or desert do you like to eat?" Leanne asked once they stepped inside.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“Ummm. I like cakes a lot. That qualifies as a desert.”

Truth be told Sylar didn’t know much about cooking. He offered to help her out to see how things went. He was thinking it would be a you grab this sort of thing. If she would cook for me than that was much better. All in all sylar would help her out no matter what. Even if it revolved around actually cooking. Hopefully he was a better cook than about four months ago. Back then he blew up the kitchen and it didn’t look to pretty. He sat down in the nearest stool. He gave her a smile to see what was next.

[Leanne]

“Ummm. I like cakes a lot. That qualifies as a desert.”

Hmm, well that was a bit vague, but that was good it still limited the many possibilities of baking! The world of cooking was fabulous. Well, okay that was pushing it Leanne wasn't exactly that obsessed with cooking. Leanne wondered what type of cake she wanted to make before she settled on old school Tiramisu, but she quickly changed her mind knowing that the school would not carry any rum in their storage rooms.

The next thing that came to mind was just a simple chocolate fudge cake. Everyone loved chocolate right?

"Okay! Chocolate cake then. Wanna go help me find some chocolate in the storage room over there?" Leanne said point in the direction of a closet looking door at the back of the room. "Dark or milk chocolate should be fine and it should be labelled."

Leanne didn't know why but for some reason she was feeling a lot of friendly today, less cold and maybe even a little motherly. It was odd, but she didn't dislike it. After all it was nice change in pace.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Storage rooms were small from what Sylar could remember. He never liked them unless he had been playing spin the bottle in middle school. That was what it all was about back then. How many times he could get a girl back there. Now he was grown up. It was for chocolate right. Nothing else but chocolate. Oh well, he did like milk chocolate better than dark chocolate. He stood up and walked over to the storage closet. It seemed to be larger than the other ones. He didn’t know if she was going to come help or if she had other stuff to get ready but he would look for it like he said. Might take him a while to find it though.

[Leanne]

While Sylar went to get the chocolate, Leanne had already preheated the oven. She was planning to make some chocolate lava cake so she 'Pam-ed' the muffin tins so that the pastry wouldn't stick to the sides when they were done. She set a few of those trays aside, greased, before taking out a small bowl, a pot and turning on the stove. Water was placed into the pot and the bowl inside it with butter.

Once Sylar was back with the chocolate Leanne would be melting the butter and chocolate in the bowl using the rising heat from the boiling water. However it would seem that he had some trouble with it so Leanne turned off the stove as she headed to the back storage room.

Placing her hand on the door frame she looked inside the dim litted storage room. She never knew such a large school could have such crappy lighting.

"Hey how are you doing in here?" Leanne would say as she'd slowly step into the small room seeing Sylar's form at the end looking at the several shelves.

So much for being a closet, it was more of a small storage room!

[Sylar Silverberg]

(OOC short. sorry)

So she had come to check on me. Did she not trust me enough to simply get chocolate or was she falling for me? A girl this pretty had to have a boyfriend. Even though he could not be around right now. Sylar got an evil plan to see how she felt.

“I can’t seem to find it anywhere. Could you help?”

Lets see what happens.

[Leanne]

(OOC: no problemo 'cause the same goes for me XD!)

“I can’t seem to find it anywhere. Could you help?”

"Yeah, of course." Leanne noted as she stepped towards Sylar and the shelves.

Scanning the shelves Leanne tried to look for the chocolate but everything seemed to be canned things, or bagged things like flour, canned peaches, or tuna. There wasn't the sight of any kind of cocoa or even differen't kind of spices like cinnamon.

"Did you find anything?" Leanne asked as she continued to look through the different shelves in the bad lighting.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Yeah I found something. One pretty lady. He knew he could never tell her that but she was good looking, right? It wasn’t just him. He directed his attention back to the shelves. He didn’t really look at her to long so she would notice but whatever right. He was a guy, it was natural for him. He looked all over but the lighting seemed to suck. Oh well.

“No, this lighting sucks. I can’t see anything.

Sylar would Step backwards and hopefully bump into her. All for good reason though.

[Leanne]

“No, this lighting sucks. I can’t see anything."

Leanne nodded her head as if he would've been able to see her agree with him. But of course, she continued her search in the dim-litted storage room searching high and low in the different compartments of the shelves. It was all until she felt Sylar back up into her sending her taking a few shaky steps back in the storage room and falling flat on her bottom.

However, it only took mere seconds after a small gasp of surprise to get back in a decent position. After all she was wearing a dress and no girl in their right mind would want to be seen in a indecent state, with a stranger no less.

"Oh jeez, I'm so clumsy today..." Leanne muttered to herself as she straightened out her dress as she began to get up from the ground.