Stupid Neighbors (invite)

[Sara Quinn]

Bloody hell... This kid just wouldn't go down would he? D< She growled in frustration as he rolled to the side, her crutch missing him by inches. That was fine. She would play his games... She glared at him, leaning on the crutch to support herself. Her leg was killing her. Bad. This guy... Jeez...

He gained his feet easily enough. She debated taking another swing at him with the crutch and decided against it. He was moving from side to side, making it difficult. She was in to much pain to continue to stand and swing at him. It just wasn't happening.

“What happened to your leg anyways? Did you lose a fight?”

Oh the little shit =_= He was looking to get killed wasn't he? Bugger. She was going to make him pay. Just not right now... She dropped back on the bench, her hands still holding firmly onto the crutch in case she needed to fight some more. She glared. "THAT... Is none of your business." Her hand rubbed at the knee, trying to ease the pain. And then she whipped the crutch at him like a boomerang. She hoped it hit him in the head =_=

[Sylar Silverberg]

Shit, in coming. Sylar quickly ducked out of the way of the flying crutch. He looked back at the girl.

“What happened? Did I hit a horrible topic to talk about?”

Sylar stopped jumping back and forth for the girl had sat down. Oh well, he was happy about it somewhat. didn’t mean he was going to lower his defenses though. He continued to watch and study the girl he was going to keep toying with her for a while. He didn’t want to become bored again. It just wasn’t fun. Before I let her respond I started to talk again.

“Did you know your really pretty when your mad? Just wanted to say.”

Sylar was having fun with this girl. He was waiting for her to throw her other crutch. All he had to do was get that one away from here and she was defenseless. Needless to say he would probably attack her. Unless something else came up first, like something he actually would feel sorry about. It would have to be major for it to make him feel pity. There was stuff out there he just didn’t find it yet.

[Sara Quinn]

Oh this guy... =_=" He was itching to become her punching bag wasn't he? She prayed he came close enough for her to smack him. The moment he was within range, he was a dead boy. No doubt about it. She definitely had to admit though, he was interesting to say the least. Sara opened her mouth to speak, to reply to that STUPID comment, and put him in his place, but he cut her off.

“Did you know your really pretty when your mad? Just wanted to say.”

Her head spun to glare at him. She was speechless. The bloody kid thought he was funny eh? She didn't know whether to laugh or start yelling at him. The kid had guts, that was for sure. Quickly though, she turned her glare into a smile as she tried to think fast. "That's sweet, thank you." Her words dripped with sarcasm and anger. Try as she might, she couldn't keep it out of her voice. She wanted him to come to her. Once he was close enough, she was going to make him pay. And she damn well wasn't going to beat around the bush. She leaned towards him, still smiling. "Why don't you come here, get a better look at how pretty I am."

[Sylar Silverberg]

“How dumb you think I am? I ain’t coming over there. I’m quite comfy right here actually.”

Yes, sylar was now leaning against the wall. He knew he was pissing her off but he couldn’t help it. It was just to much fun to watch her. Especially when she wants him to come closer. He was smarter than that. He had just been fighting her and now she wanted him to come closer. No way jose. He was smarter than that. He sat there observing her. He was debating whether or not to have a cigarette right than and there. It wasn’t like it matter. What the hell was she going to do about it, wobble over to him? No, she had no crutches and was defenseless. He could sit there and there was nothing she could do. Sylar noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was her crutch. Ah perfect. He grabbed it and started to wave it at her to taunt her about not having it. Yeah, he was having way too much fun.

“Hey, look what I’ve got?”

If this didn’t piss her off than he didn’t know what would exactly. He just hoped it worked and she would get up and fall.

[Sara Quinn]

“How dumb you think I am? I ain’t coming over there. I’m quite comfy right here actually.”

"Damn... So you're not as dumb as you look eh?" Sara smiled at him, but she wasn't pleased. The dumb little shit needed to come here NOW. She was NOT going to get up off this bench and make a fool of herself for no reason. She wasn't going to be able to catch him, and she would only fall on her face. This knowledge only served to make her more angry. This wasn't good. It was a never ending cycle.

She met his gaze as he watched her. She found she really wanted to laugh. Again, this only made her madder, but she didn't think she had met anyone quite like him yet in this school. He was an interesting kid. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him. If her knee wasn't broken, she could guarantee that this kid wouldn't be standing anymore though. She would love to see what he looked like knocked out at her feet... She was pulled from her thoughts by him waving her crutch at her.

“Hey, look what I’ve got?”

She smiled evilly. Clapping her hands getting together she laughed. "Oh good boy, now bring it here!!" She made noises like she was calling a dog. "Good boy! Bring it here now!" Her words were full of sarcasm as she tried to piss him off enough to attack her. If he came to her, she might just be able to wrap her hands around that stupid little neck of his. She continued to coo to him, egging him on.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“You stupid b****. I see only one dog around here and that ain’t me. I know what you are trying to do. I see right through you. You are waiting until I get close enough to attack and then you are going to pounce. You are smarter than you look. I like you. Hopefully we become great friends. If not then oh well.”

Sylar than grabbed the crutch as if it were a spear and threw it at her with as much push as possible. He hoped that it would hit her or at least give it back to her to use. That way she had some sort of weapon. Sylar liked a somewhat fair fight. Even though she was crippled didn’t mean he was going to back off anymore. He would of loved to beat her but the wait was killing her. She wanted to end it soon he could tell. How much longer was he going to wait though. It depended on how made she made him. Oh well, time to continue the waiting game. Sylar continued to wait and gave her a mischievous smile.

[Sara Quinn]

Oh this kid... =_=" She was going to be forced to go to him. There was no way around it. He was giving her two options. Give up. Or go to him. D< Dammit!! She couldn't walk. What the hell!? D< And here she had been hoping to be able to claim that she had beaten the crap out of someone all the while sitting on a bench. He was making things very difficult D<

She caught the crutch he threw at her, snatching it clumsily from the air before it hit her. Awkwardly, she set it down on the ground and used it to help her push herself to her feet. At least she now had both crutches, right? She turned to face him, leaning heavily on the crutch. "There, I'm up. Happy? Will you get your punk ass over here now please so I can KILL you!?" She was getting frustrated. She needed to calm down, when she got frustrated, she got sloppy. And she would NOT be beaten by him.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“I guess. I don’t think killing me will be in your best interest. I won’t help. Anyhow I could come closer if you want?”

Sylar was in a great mood now. He was super happy that he was going to toy with her for a while. It seemed to be a good idea at the moment right? She was on crutches for Christ sake. There wasn’t much she could do unless I got close enough and that was not going to happen anytime soon. Not unless he felt like he was going to be unharmed.