Fake it

[Gabriel Seran]

Fake It

if you don’t belong. Your such a F%6king Hypocrite.
Scars were becoming more prevalent nowadays. Gabriel was feeling the pain that his mentor Unfettered had so eagerly displayed every day during those last days. He knew how it felt, the weight it was overbearing tearing at him leaving a thick scar that would stay there far longer when all the others seemed to have faded.

Emerald eyes traced the boardwalk as he sat at a small café, tired beyond his years he sighed in his loneliness feeling nothing but the weight of the past. Destiny always had a way of catching up with you. Gabriel sat at the outside of the café in a small terrace, seats scattered about the place. He wore the casual apparel, a dark blue tight fitting tee shirt and a pair of jeans. It was rather warm out today in fact he hadn’t needed any additional weight to cover himself with.

“un café s'il vous plaît” Gabriel ushered to the petit waitress as she moved smoothly around the tables.
Time to get off the booze and handle this like a man.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar had been out and about. He was roaming the city for no other point than to learn of his surroundings. That was one of his biggest things. He always had to know his surroundings. Sylar had been walking around the town for some time. He was parched and was starting to get a little bit hungry. He happen to run across a café. It seemed deserted enough except for one guy. Sylar had never seen him around before. Oh well, that wasn’t going to bother Sylar at all. Sylar sat at the far table. Far enough away from the other person. He felt like being left alone.

Sylar sat there and waited for someone to bring him the menu. He quickly glanced at it. “I’ll take a coffee” he told the waiter. He sat there thinking about what he was going to do. He had seen most of the town and was starting to get bored. He was going to enjoy his tea and probably head back to his condo.

[Gabriel Seran]

Eyes traced on a newcomer to the cafe, he hadn't recognized the guy nor cared Gabriel was rather complacent now that he'd gotten his coffee. He was tense with anguish but it all seemed to teem away gracefully with each sip. He let loose a relaxed sigh of unrelenting relaxation or at least a fake of it.

He was a hypocrite, telling people to follow to their own mediators and yet he always decided to play his own secret game behind the lines, he didn't care. Gabriel knew he wasn't going to be well known for anything aspiring to good that was reserved for mortals, not gods. He wanted to be a God.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar waited for his coffee. He was starting to become impatient and was getting annoyed. The other guy had got his coffee and sylar was still waiting. It didn’t matter to Sylar if he was waiting a minute, five minutes or even ten minutes. He wanted his damn coffee and now. That was all. He would be in a much better mood once he got it. If not then something was going to happen. Sylar finally yelled for the waitress.

“Where the hell is my damn coffee? That guy over there got his and there is nothing in front of me.” The waitress started to speak and try to tell sylar that it was coming. Sylar wasn’t going to listen it out.

“I don’t care when it is coming. If it’s not here in ten seconds someone is going to get hurt. Ten, nine eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one.”

I grabbed there girl who hadn’t moved and back handed her. She obviously wasn’t getting the picture so sylar made it so she did this time.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel's eyes cocked up towards the new comer, apparently he was getting a bit of a caffeine withdrawal as he moved up to assault the waitress. Gabriel was at his flanks. A swift grasp of his wrist before hitting the woman.

"I'd suggest you take a seat sir," Gabriel made a look back, "Or better yet may I help you."

it wasn't a question Gabriel's eye faded to gold as his grip intensified and he flung the violent customer backwards with a strong force aiming to catapult him into the seat he was placed at.

[Sylar Silverberg]

"And I suggest you mind your own business. Go sit down and enjoy your coffee.” Sylar stood back up and walked over to the kid who just launched him into his chair. He hated feeling like he was overpowered. Oh well, he was going to have to get better some how. Sylar was right next to the guy. He hadn’t laid a hand on him but got as close to his face as possible. He was waiting to see what the kids next move was going to be. Sylar hoped that the kid backed off and left. The sooner he got out of here and actually minded his own business the better he was.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel twitched a bit expecting the fellow to be down on his ass. He had gotten up from the thrust fairly unwise of him to do so. Gabriel snickered within his thoughts. Its only appearance was from a short grin. He turned away from the server who looked grateful but in a storm of fear in the same instant. Gabriel's face was now alight with a passion to give out a certain beating.

"I'd say that would be unfortunate on your part." Gabriel was a man of his word, most of the time.

A born warrior Gabriel didn't start a fight with flimsy little pushes rather he jolted a solid fist into the man's sternum probably crushing his chest under the force of the blow. He would aim to send the man sprawling across the room and considering the small proximity between the two there was very little space to maneuver.

[Sylar Silverberg]

When sylar heard those words he knew what was coming. Some sort of attack. That’s when the other guy hit him, It sent sylar flying backwards again. Slamming into chairs left and right. It felt like he was falling out if a tree and hitting every branch. When sylar finally stopped there was a good distance between the two guys. Sylar started to question whether or not he should stand up and keep coming at the guy. Sylar was no quitter but that last hit had given a lot of damage to sylar. It didn’t matter though. Sylar had made up his mind.

When sylar stood back up his leg felt like it was going to collapse. He was bleeding and had scratches all over the place. Sylar grabbed on of the chairs and started to walk towards the guy again.

“If you are going to kick my ass it’ll take a better shot than that. Do I even get a name from the douche who should have left when told too. Your not a hero. Let me do what I need and go live your life. Stop trying to be a good guy. Just leave.”

Sylar was right in front of the guy again. It was apparent that sylar was going to get his ass kicked but it didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t going to go down easily. He also wasn’t going to throw any punches. All he wanted was for him to leave. So he stood there, waiting to see what the kid did next.

[Gabriel Seran]

“If you are going to kick my ass it’ll take a better shot than that. Do I even get a name from the douche who should have left when told too."

Gabriel laughed inside his thoughts at the arrogance of the kid he was going to give him a hard lesson in modesty. Gabriel reached behind him covertly a the register to gain a charge. this would hurt a bit.

"Your not a hero"

Gabriel whipped around an open palm to smack the guy hard across the face with the high voltage palm aiming to send him sprawling perhaps knock him out.

"You're right about that." Gabriel said with malicious grin, he turned to the register, "Mind if I get a muffin while you're there, thanks..."

Str: 58, Dex: 57, Int: 3, Cha: 25

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar flew as the guy smacked me with his hand. It hurt a lot more than it did the last two times he had hit him. He must have been using some sort of qi. Sylar flew through the air once again and landed with a thud. His body was weak but he had to keep going. He didn’t care about if he ended up in a hospital. Sylar was going to show that he could hold myself. That he could keep going under the worst situations..

Sylar struggled with standing. When he was finally standing all the way he had to use the chairs to move. Sylar was going no where fast. He slowly crept towards the guy. Sylar knew this next hit would probably not him out. He didn’t care though. Once again, probably for the last time, sylar was right in front of the guy.

“What now?” Sylar was trying to be cocky but at the same time was proving a point. Right then and there sylar threw his first punch. With all sylar’s strength he threw a punch to the dead center of the kids face. If hit it could knock him out. Otherwise sylar knew he was done.

[Gabriel Seran]

His back was to the man as he made the approach. Muffin in hand Gabriel sneered. A determined little bugger, though he was a bit full of himself there. Gabriel jested with an amused expression.

"What now?"

Gabriel could sense the arrogance, it made him want to crush this kid without another bother. The voltage was now getting stronger building coils around his limbs becoming more evident of it's presence. A fist was thrown and Gabriel turned on a swivel ducking out of the reach of his assault. Muffin in hand Gabriel came up and back handed the aggressor across the face. If it were to hit the static impulse would rush to his sockets forming a possible temporary paralysis.

"Now, you go get yourself stitched up before asking for a fight..."

[Sylar Silverberg]

The man moved out of the way before I hit him. Damn this guy was fast. Oh well. I noticed that the man had come up with a hand ready to backhand me. Uh-oh. I got hit and there felt like a static pulse had discharged in my body. My sockets felt like they were being paralyzed. I pushed to fight it off. It felt like forever but I was able to move. I stood there. Struggling to stand, I looked at the boy again.

“What is wrong with you? You don’t even have the common courtesy to finish a fight that you started you bastard. You think I’m going to just walk away your wrong. I finish until I can’t move at all. So let’s finish this.” I used all the power in my body to leap on the kid. If successful I would be on top of him ready to pound his face in. If not then the fight would obviously be finished real soon.

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: you switched to 1st person? liked it better 3rd )

Gabriel suspected him to go down, though it was obvious that overzealous beliefs in his own abilities that held him back. Gabriel turned to munch on the muffin he was so eager to enjoy.

“What is wrong with you? You don’t even have the common courtesy to finish a fight that you started you bastard. You think I’m going to just walk away your wrong. I finish until I can’t move at all. So let’s finish this.”

Gabriel turned but not fast enough, the crazed customer had him pinned beneath his weight. Angry muscles tensed beneath Gabriel's clothes he was going to force his aggressor into another wall or preferably though it. Static pulsed through his right limb as Gabriel grabbed for the kid's face and forced a channel of focused energy through it surly searing his face. Bending his legs under the kid Gabriel would kick him off of his body and preferably through the wall.

[Sylar Silverberg]

When sylar was on top of him the kid threw a hand at his face. Not this time. Sylar quickly moved out of the hands way but not fast enough to get off the kid. Sylar was launched the café’s wall. Shit. Sylar landed on the counter and rolled off with a thud. Sylar body wanted to give up but his mind told him not to accept defeat. Once again sylar tried to stand. This time was the worse. His body was exhausted. Arms were aching along with his legs, chest and head. He was ready to quit. When he stood up he looked at the kid. Why did he have to be such an ass. Slowly sylar started to walk towards him again. Sylar was done and wanted to head back to the infirmary. He got right next to the kid for the last time before he started to speak.

“Thank you for the fight. The name is sylar.” Sylar then handed the kid his hand to be a gentleman. Not really but sylar couldn’t handle it anymore. If the kid accepted the shake sylar would collapse. If not then sylar would still collapse. He only hoped the kid would be man enough to shake his hand.

[Gabriel Seran]

“Thank you for the fight. The name is sylar.”

Gabriel laughed bitterly. He didn't accept the hand rather he picked up the cash register and charged a volt of his lightning through the machinery and used it as a bat aiming to hit the weakling in the side of the head.

"Gabriel Seran, a pleasure." He finished with a wicked smile.

He turned back when it was all done with to the manager, "I'll pay for that." Gabriel tossed him a wad of bills containing about one hundred dollars in it, he was never too short of money since his raise to the throne, once he was finished here Gabriel would return home and reclaim his royal position as the Lord of Lyon and soon enough all of Europe. The thought sent an excited thrill up his spine.