Mohinder - Isaac's Loft

Mohinder Suresh was a monster. There was no splitting hairs about that, the scales which covered his hands as he poured over an old copy of Activating Evolution were ever a reminder of that, what his body had become was a reminder of that. He had done so much, so many awful things, in search of power. Now, he was looking for redemption. He was looking to end what Peter started.

In the hours after Peter's disappearance, after what Mohinder had surmised to be the man's death, congress pushing the new Superarmy forward, Mohinder had a change of heart. He could no longer stay in the loft and hide from the world. He would hide, yes, his heavy cloak and the shadows of the loft hid his monstrous form, but he would do something about the world he had helped create.

Yet he had found them, contacted them in those hours, from far and wide. Old members of Peter's group, people against the serum, on and on, he had found a way to find them, and he had contacted them. The details of how were unimportant and unknown to those he recruited. They only knew that it was important, that this would finally be their chance to make real change, to change the awful world they lived in.

Putting his father's book back on the wall, Mohinder stood in the loft and sighed, waiting for them.

[tag: Bubpheenam15,Bhero2all, Zensu14, Pyke, KevinFTW]

Nathan Petrelli - The White House

The White House was abuzz with activity. Of course, that was as it always was, America didn't exactly run itself. Yet an assassination of the President - no, not an attempted assassination, he had died for a moment hours before - and his resurrection, the fallout of the destruction of an American city, the Superarmy, all that, had everyone in that stolid old building all tense. The mood of the place was hectic and tense, the media had only been told that it was a medical issue, that the President would be back soon.

Nathan lay in bed, recovering, he was hardly responsive, the emotional toll and shock of the day weighed heavy on him even as Claire's blood had healed him up. "I...we're angels, we're all angels...angels and monsters..." he whispered dazed, "am I an angel or a monster? How do we make love stay...?"

[tag: Brennan, Snowind for Claire]

Sand- Kirby Plaza Ground Floor

She sat quietly in the waiting room. It was like every other 2nd and 4th Tuesday of the month. She woke up, brushed her teeth, her hair, took care of any work emails and headed off to the lab.

Since she could remember she had been going to one lab or another. They always did the same thing. Check vitals, general check up, then more waiting, then they asked her questions, asked her to draw and let her go.

She looked up from her sketchpad, glancing at the receptionist behind the desk. Glancing back down she filled it the rest of the woman's curly hair under the veil. Looking over the drawing she smiled a little. The receptionist would make a beautiful bride.

"Sand?" She stood up, putting the pencil in the metal coil on the pad and held it to her chest as she followed the lab coat back to a larger room, where several people were on cots, being attended to by nurses - Pinehearst did a lot of business, everyone and their powers, they had a monopoly. They opened the door and nodded to the small coffee, juice and snack bar for those giving blood and waiting and being poked and prodded.

"Help yourself, the doctor will be with you soon." Sand nodded and sat uneasily at a chair, pursing her lips at the sidebar. They never offered anything, usually they brought her to a colder room, not as nice as this one. Looking around, she nervously flipped to a new page and started to sketch. She sketched in the chair and the lighting fixture overhead. On the floor was a broken coffee mug. The door opened and she looked up at the balding man with yellow teeth carrying a clipboard and coffee mug.

"Hello Sand, my name is Dr. Hubert, I'll be asking you a few questions, and –" He had set his cup down but his clipboard fell and knocked it off. He looked over the mess and over at her sketch, laying out on her lap and slowly smiled. "Don't worry about a thing, Pinehearst is here to make sure you don't…malfunction."

She looked at him wide eyed and nodded slightly, no clue of what really happened at Kirby Plaza. Just a floor under her were the real labs. There people were treated like objects, experimented on. While those coming in for checkups would never see the basement, their abilities were kept in tip top shape by the blood and research down there.

Dr. Hubert looked at the others around and smiled awkwardly, "um..just a moment, today's been pretty busy, I'll get to all of you in good time," he assured as nurses and attendants poked and prodded.

[tag: Snowind, Trayton, MastaRox, Kevin01, Snowind, EllesSacrifice - up to you why you're there, if you're up top or down below in the experiment basement]

Flynn "Puck" Gracey- Near Costa Verde Ground Zero

Flynn bent over backwards, looking up at Doug. "Heya." She said brightly. Ignoring the fact she was wearing a tank top and leggings. "Looks like we're on Recon Black Market duty together." She put her hands back and pushed into a handstand. Wiggling her toes at him she smirked and straightened. Her dark hair fell over her bare shoulders and glistened as she put her hand out.

"Name's Flynn, some people call me Puck, but that's another Shakespeare show altogether." She shrugged and looked over the equipment. "Going out in Radiated areas to look for black market items. Tsk tsk tsk, these people will do anything to not lose money to the Market won't they?" She asked, pulling on a Hazmat suit. The government really wanted to secure the area and retrieve some black market research they had intel on there. They couldn't waste time before the whole area would be off limits.

"We're searching some old Doctor's house. Borring, probably has pictures of his golf buddies and dog everywhere. " She paused with a wild grin on her face. "Of course that's probably what he wants us to think! I bet he has a whole stash of good stuff, Serum, and drugs, and…and…pirated DVDs." She said at last nodding.

All suited up she turned and looked at him, grinning, turning on the wireless com headseat , she tested it out. "Testing testing, SAT's and ACT's . " She smirked.

Tag: Synch


Briefing Room- Wouldn't You Like to Know

The blond woman strolled into the room, dropping two files on the table in front of the men. She looked at a clipboard, "Jacob…Cobra? Colt?" She asked, looking to one of them with a bit of a disdain in her tone. "Making up for anything?" She rolled her eyes and looked at the second name. "And I take it you're Ethan Hamon?" She said mispronouncing it.

"My name does not matter. My job is to brief you on your next assignment. " She leaned over the table and flipped the files open for them. "Roland Murray, a seemingly normal college student. " She pulled out a picture of the guy walking across the street.

"More then meets the eye, he's displayed a talent that interests us greatly. " She nodded to the reports under the picture.

"Bring him back here, in one piece, no harm done. Got it? One hair askew on his pretty little head, and we wrench off 100 of yours." She sneered, waving her hand. "You will be equipped and supplied, we want this to be quiet. No big scenes do you understand?" She slammed her hands on the table and raised her eyebrow at them.

"Good. Dismissed."

Tag: Technopath, Necropath, Requiem I guess too lol

One Big Difference
New York City: Alleyway
IC: Hailey Williams

Hailey pressed the cold tip of the needle to her arm. Her back lay stiffened against the hard brick building behind her, the air whipped against the tail of her short brown jacket and her pale exposed arm freed from the now lifeless hanging sleeve singed with pain as the needle broke skin. The pain though was bearable and she quickly pushed down the syringe, injecting the serum deep down into her very being.

She thought she would feel something, something change, something evolve within her, something to let her know she had changed, but she didn't. A minute passed and still nothing. She had tossed the needle onto the floor and was rubbing the tiny pinprick of a whole when she thought, 'Did that.. just rip me off.' She had just spent every sent that she had to her name, plucked straight from her college fund, on what she thought would be the answer to everything she had ever asked.

Pulling up her coat back around her arm she rezipped it up and as she was looking down caught something out of the corner of her eye, a stray piece of hair. Her expression grew confused as she pulled and tore her hair closer into her view. "Uh?" She mumbled as the tips of her dark black hair now broke white and.. "Red?" She titled her head more as to get a better view, but she couldn't, it was on the top of her head.

A tiny "Grrr" escaped her fragile lips. 'Thousands of.. for hair dye!?!' Cursing under her breath, her face the pinnacle of sadness and disappointment, she thrusted her fist as hard as she could into the hard brick. She felt the pain radiate around her fist, her middle knuckle changing to a dark black, but she could care less. She kept that hand in a fist and brought it to her waist.

Glancing side to side at the empty street corners she walked back out towards the sound of passing cars and taxi's. 'Never should have trusted that black market piece of..'

"No you shouldn't have." Came a cold voice, then came the face to the voice rolling around the corner of the building and giving her nice smile. A fake one.

'What the..?' She thought, he was reading her thoughts.

"We've been watching him for some time. Bad luck that you happened to choose him to get your 'dose' from. We were about to make our move when we saw you. But we waited. You won't be able to find him now. Not where we've put him." The man's smile grew even darker.

"You should have just came to us Hailey. To Pinehearst, if you really wanted a power so badly. If you really wanted to be like us." The man shook his head and walked forward. "Your mistake."

Before she even realized what was happening she felt something sharp impact her back. Their was a light Zzzz sound and her vision went stark black as she hit the pavement face first and unconscious.

Kirby Plaza, Pinehearst Facility

"Ah.." Hailey moaned, her fingers coming up to trace the entirety of her face finally resting on her forehead. 'What the.. Where am I?' Her back ached. It didn't help that she was laying on it.

Her eyes slowly met the overhead light and she blinked a few times until everything cleared and she could see again. 'This looks peachy.' she thought. Rolling onto her stomach she pushed herself up onto her feet.

The walls were the ugliest shade of gray she had ever saw. Her body spun slowly around the room as she met with her surroundings. A door was located across from her. She walked over to it and pulled tightly. "Locked. Of course." 'Great'

Letting out a tiny growling sound she turned to the large gawking window-like piece of glass that covered half the wall. "Uh?" She said in an asking tone, playing with strands of hair… red strands tinged white. Her first thoughts were 'eww. This is it? Come on...' But then she smiled, her hands continuing to move around her newly colored locks. "…Cool."

Reaching out she touched the glass. It felt like a window, but she couldn't really make out anything passed it, only herself. As her hand lingered on the glass she looked at her bruised knuckle and grabbed it with her other hand, rubbing it softly. She brought it to her lips and shook her head. She never could control her temper.

There was a creaking sound behind the door. It was then that the full force, her realization that she wasn't here on vacation. The opposite. 'They kidnapped me.' Backing up, she nearly knocked over a chair as the door opened.

[Tag Oly - All]

Tracy Strauss-Petrelli - The White House

"Thats all that I can say, thank you" Tracy said, flashing the most beautiful smile that she could muster. It was her job to make sure that the world knew that her husband was ill and nothing more. How could it be anything more if she wasn't by his side?

She curtly waved to the cameras one last time before making her way through the vast hallways of the White House. Being the First Lady of the United States didn't come without it's costs. Nobody should have to freeze their husbands head in hopes that their daughter in law will use her blood to heal his ripped open head. "Just another day in the life of a Petrelli." She thought as she approached Nathans door.

She had thought about letting him sleep, but unfortunately the world waited for no one, even the one in question is the most powerful man on earth.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she walked into the room. He had been mumbling in his sleep; nothing new there. Most of it was incoherent, something that few people could understand. "I got rid of the press, at least for now. You know, it's a good thing that Claire was here... I don't know what I would have done if I'd have lost you."

She gracefully walked to the side of his bed and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder before gently kissing him on the forehead. "What happened back there?"

TAG: Dez Snow

Ethan Amon-Briefing Room- You don't know!


She ended it with you, Ethan. Months ago, at that. Besides, she's not like anyone else; she could have escaped. But if she did she'll be hugging her husband and baby right now... Not you.

A woman entered the room and snapped Ethan back to reality. Instantly his company man face was the only thing visible of his countenance, but those nagging thoughts were back there waiting for the next moment of leisure that they could take advantage of.

Hamon? Really? He just let the moment breeze past, but it wouldn't have made a difference if he'd bothered to correct her. There was the definite possibly that she'd already forgotten their names, anyways. What did slightly annoy Ethan was his 'mission'. There was a million things that he'd rather have been doing than chasing a college idiot around campus, but you didn't argue. Not with them, and you'd better learn than the first day.

After they were officially dismissed, Ethan reluctantly stood up, yet didn't move. After an awkward moment he turned away from the woman.

"You know what's amazing?" he glanced at his partner. "There is a gaping whole in the country the size of a city, and yet I still managed to barely feel a thing." It was partially the truth, anyway. How do you become so jaded that you feel more sadness for the loss of a single life, compared to that of a city?

[[Tag- Necro, and I guess Oly if she isn't done.]]

Nathan Petrelli - The White House

Nathan stirred, caught in some horrible state of fever and shock, there was nothing wrong with him, but it was so terrible. Peter shooting him, yes, that was traumatic. But this, the look in Peter's eyes, the way he wanted to know all his secrets, to understand him, and the ruthlessness with which he cut...the ripping of flesh and bone, it had traumatized him. "How do we make love stay..." Nathan repeated quietly, turning, half-hearing Tracy's words. They sunk in, of course, but all that had happened in the last years, his death and resurrection, all that he had to do for his country, Nathan had been pounded and pounded on. And now his own brother wasn't just a terrorist, but tried to kill him...?

Suddenly things clicked, he grabbed the hand on his shoulder and his eyes opened wide, fearful, "I'm a monster, aren't I? A monster..." Nathan repeated, his face close to Tracy's as he sat up, "I'm a villain."

[tag: Brennan, Snow]

Dinnie Carter-On the Road to New York City
Dinnie could not believe that simply hours ago she had been handing out pamphlets on street corners around George Washington University on the dangers of serum and the political corruption in Washington today. Despite her notoriety in being the daughter of a Senator she had had to start at the bottom just like everyone else did. Sure she had the opportunity to speak on some local news shows, but they never wanted to know anything about the cause she was fighting for now. All they cared about was her father and his current mental state, a topic which it seemed she could never avoid and was more than uncomfortable discussing. So she handed out fliers.

She had been going through the same routine for the entire weekend. Handing out pamphlet after pamphlet until she and the few friends she had in support of her cause ran out…and then reluctantly running over to the nearest trash can to replenish their stock from the tragically abandoned pamphlets that made their home there. That was until just after lunch when she went back up to her room. That was where she got the call. It was unexpected. It was mysterious. It looked like it was the only option she had left. So she got in her new hybrid (a present from her father for her birthday a month ago…when her mother was still alive and her father was so much stronger than the shut in vegetable he had become) and she drove.

Something new is gon’ to happen, the most natural thing but nothing we’d expect…

The radio awoke her from her daydream. She was just outside of the Holland tunnel, stuck in traffic…as usual. Well, she thought, at least New York and Washington have something in common. She was going to see this Dr. Suresh and hopefully, she prayed to herself. Something would be different here. Maybe here people would listen. She pulled into the alley behind the loft building, stepping her last season Manolos right into a puddle. Beepbeep her phone signaled her to a text message. Frustrated and shaking off her wet foot she opened her cell and checked the message from the unknown caller. All it stated was “welcome”. Walking up the stairs toward the address she had been given, she shivered. New York was colder than even Washington, which had been such an adjustment from California…but this felt different to her. There was something in the air. Something…forboding…

[tag: Oly-All]

Blythe Anders - Los Angeles, CA.

The air was covered in smoke and the fallout from the blast got worse every day. The streets got quieter and darker then she’d ever seen them. Wandering alone she made her way through the sidewalks. Her mind was flashing rapidly between visions of events that had brought her to this day. Her head so lost in the past the future was getting harder to see.

Noticing a local coffee shop she weaved her way around the crowd. Her form changed with each passing person, her clothes were their clothes as she passed, then the tree and ground around her. As long as she touched nothing, LA had always been good for this ability they gave her. So many unique characters and places to blend behind and new colors and patterns to change to.

Entering the shop she discreetly let her hand take the colors of the frapachino in front of her and picked it up before its rightful owner could grab it. She had to be careful when holding anything and keep it out of sight, until she could go somewhere private. A floating beverage tends to draw unwanted attention. As she exited, she walked to the alley next to the building. Propping her back against the wall bringing her knee up and placing her heal against the wall she changed from the brick exterior and allowed her disguise to dissipate. Her hair now showing as it danced in the breeze. Then the rest of her as her pale skin formed from the cruel rust red brick and fell down her body. Tracing down her long legs the background all disappeared.

She came into view just in time for a passerby to glance at her as she sipped her cool coffee beverage. The man paused momentarily and looked at her before continuing his trek. Though only a glance, for the first time in a long time she felt she wasn’t invisible.

She sipped her drink and thought about what to do next, where to go. She couldn’t stay here anymore. Everyone was leaving. Whether it was the smoke or something else entirely, this place was not the same and was never home anyway. She didn’t even remember most of the time she spent here. So many things she’d seen and been shown, and so much pain she endured just to survive. It all fogged in her mind behind the protective barrier she built to protect herself, to hide behind. In a moment of weakness she fell to the ground gripping her knees, everything began to crumble as her world caved in on itself. The only option left was to leave. Her only hope was the man who made her believe that word did not exist.

Looking at the pay phone in front of her she dialed the number she had tried so hard to forget. The voice on the other end cut through her like knives and she almost couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Clearing her throat she choked the words, “Hello dad.”

She could hear the slur of his voice as he responded, “Blythe, it’s been a long time. I assume your calling about this Dr. Suresh guy that keeps calling.”

Confused she cleared her throat once more . . . She’d never heard of this man but her surprise and inability to think of what to say left her inquisitive. As the words began to slip from her lips she was interrupted by more stuttering. She could almost smell the bourbon on his mouth as he cut her off. “He... uhh... He said you were working with him, and to tell you the flight leaves in an hour. Guess you better go.”

“Thanks.” She choked holding back her anger. As she hung the phone up, she yelled at the receiver. “Hello to you to dad. Glad you are well.”

Shock, confusion, anger, all wrapped up inside her she had only one option. She just hoped she went to the right airport. Waving a cab, she told the man to take her to the nearest airport. She’d been roped into one job she knew nothing about, she’d never let that happen again. An eery feeling crept up her stomach as she made her way too somewhere, she had no idea.

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Blythe Anders - Los Angeles International Airport

Arriving at the airport she gave her name to the lady at the ticket booth and without a hitch was handed her tickets. Watching the boarding light flick on she heard the voice over the speaker.

We are now boarding at Gate 3, Los Angeles to New York City

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[tag: Bubpheenam15, Zensu14, Pyke, KevinFTW, Dezzie]

Mohinder Suresh - Isaac's Loft

"I got it wrong...so wrong..." Mohinder spoke under his breath in a near hiss, walking over to his work bench, his hands struggled to grip anything precisely, but he managed to grab a needle and inject himself with something. Letting out a deep breath and hunched over, gripping the needle too tight, it broke and shattered all over the floor. "The formula..." Mohinder said as he heard a woman approach, his senses heightened as they were. He could hear all around him, he looked around, then hissed angrily: "be quiet" to some unknown person. At the sound of the woman approaching he dropped down to all fours and skittered across over to one of the windows, looking outside.

Struggling to make his voice sound normal, he looked down to the stairs outside the loft, looking out one of the open windows at the woman approaching. "Please come on in," he said and opened up the door, retreating back towards the shadows swiftly.

[tag: Bubpheenam15, others who've been called to the loft]

Julian Pyke- Paris, France

Julian Pyke stood atop Eiffle Tower observing the great city of Paris. It was just moments before he heard the terrible news of Peter Petrelli's 'death' and the attempted assassination of President Petrelli. It was unlike Peter to kill... and kill his brother of all people. He knew the government must be skewing the facts.

He received a call on his cell phone and answered. It was mysterious, and the man simply said, "If you want to continue Peter's vision, come to New York."

Julian didn't need to know where to go. He knew it was Isaac's Loft. What did the man want? Was that really Mohinder talking? He had only met Mohinder once in his past... and hear rumors of his disappearance.

He decided he didn't want to go to the Loft immediately... he wanted to go and see Peter was dead. He wanted proof.

Julian jumped off the tower and as he fell, he disappeared in a slight shimmer.

New York

Julian reappeared into a building that he knew Peter's body had been held. He knew instantly he wouldn't get to see Peter because guards swarmed the place. They would surely be after Julian too. With another shimmer, Julian disappeared and reappeared outside the loft.

He sighed, not sure if he really wanted to enter. He glanced behind him to see the busy street of people. Man ran, many flew. Some people just levitated to their future destinations. This must be stopped... and if Peter had a way of stopping it... Julian must help accomplish that goal.

He walked up to the door entering the Loft and knocked. This day was already filled with mystery... it's time to find answers.

tag: anyone in Loft

Jacob Colt-Briefing Room- Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Jacob scowled as he waited in the briefing room, his fingertips tapping impatiently on the desk in a brief staccato. While he was sitting around down here, there were more of those freaks... there that could destroy the earth with a moments notice. He scowled as he looked across at the man he had been partnered with..

It was then that the blonde busted into the room and snapped out a few orders, even going so far as to insult Jacob's name. Jacob just scowled and payed no attention, flipping the file open briefly to look at the pages inside. Student..that meant ideals. Ideals he could appeal to to bring him in. Sure, he couldn't hurt a hair on the poor boys head...but he could break him down to size mentally and save Jacob the job.


"You know what's amazing?" Jacob glanced at his partner as he asked him the question.

"There is a gaping whole in the country the size of a city, and yet I still managed to barely feel a thing." It was partially the truth, anyway. How do you become so jaded that you feel more sadness for the loss of a single life, compared to that of a city?

Jacob just smirked and foccussed on the papers in front of him, an age old philosophy coming to mind. "The Death of One is a Tragedy.." He said with a smile, making himself comfy in the seat "The death of millions? Its just a statistic"

And thats what he did..he thought..he made the statistics count

"If we aren't going to be able to harm the boy then we're going to need clothes, identities and tazers" Jacob said, looking up and meeting her piercing gaze with one of his own "We are allowed to use Tazers in this babysitting class, aren't we?"

Tag: Techno, the GMs

Ethan Amon- The Briefing Room-

A statistic, all those numbers factored in together... Strangley Ethan's partner's words comforted him somewhat. He felt silly admitting it, he hardly new the man, but as long as he wasn't a mind reader he was probably safe.

"If we aren't going to be able to harm the boy then we're going to need clothes, identities and tazers" Jacob said, looking up and meeting her piercing gaze with one of his own "We are allowed to use Tazers in this babysitting class, aren't we?"

"Nah, we're probably expected to lure him to our car with candy," Ethan smirked slightly, and watched for the reaction of their mysterious 'boss'.

"You know Pinehearst hasn't had anything to say about Costa Verde, besides the President making his touching little speech outside the building. Shouldn't I be standing in front of some news crews explaining away this disaster? That is what I do." He wanted to add not chasing people around their school campus, but thought better of it. He wasn't scared, not of her, he just couldn't lose this job.

[[Tag- Necro, Oly]]

Doug Wallace- Near Costa Verde Ground Zero

Following his partner through the empty streets of Costa Verde, Doug couldn't help looking around. He'd been sixteen when he'd finally had enough of his home life and run away. In the following decade he had become many things; a master thief, a prisoner, a guinea pig and an operative. In all that time, in all those lives, he had never come back. Until today.

He'd known what to expect. There was nothing but a radioactive crater for most of a miler around where the Gray house used to stand. As the circumference widened, the destruction lessened. The outermost rings of the blast radius, already known as the Radiated Areas, were largely damage free. Some minor structural damage from the explosion, but the main threat was the radiation. The remaining citizens of the city, fewer than 100,000 survivors, had been evacuated in the hours following the explosion.

Knowing about it was one thing. Seeing the city in the aftermath was something else entirely. The streets were empty, save for rubble from the shockwave. Involuntarily looking up, he realized the skies were as well. The only people he could see, flying or walking, wore the Pinehearst radiation suits.

“Hey! Hello? Doug?” With an exasperated sigh, his partner dropped back beside him and smacked the back of his head. “Hey! Ground Control to Major Tom!”

Shaking his head, he glanced at her. “Sorry. Got distracted.”

Nodding, she pointed at the house. “Whatev. This's the place.”

Taking the lead, he went in ahead of her. She'd jokingly commented about what she expected to find when they entered the house. With a laugh he glanced at the doorway. “Looks like you were wrong about one thing, Puck.”

“Huh?”

Grabbing a picture from the wall, he tossed it to her. “Our Doctor's a cat person.”

Glancing at the picture, she curled her nose at him and tossed it onto the nearby set of shelves. “Cute.”

Shrugging, he laughed. “We'll split up. Cover more of the house that way. If you see something, yell out.”

An hour later, he had pretty much given up all hope of finding anything. Making one last round of the kitchen, he looked for anything unusual. Dropping his eyes to the floor, he noticed scratch marks near the stove. Shaking his head at almost missing the obvious, he walked over to it. “Puck? I think we've got it.”

Bouncing through the door, she sighed dramatically. “Bout time! What've we got?''

Rolling his eyes, he ran a practiced hand over the top and side of the stove, looking for a concealed latch. Clicking it, he started to drag the stove away from the wall. As it swung to a stop, he laughed. “What we have is what we came for, most likely.”

Entering the hidden room, he looked around in shock. Boxes and crates filled almost every inch, with the exception of a single workbench and a footpath to it. Leaving Puck to look at the boxes, he sat in the chair by the bench and began looking through notes.

“I was right!”

Whipping his head around, he saw her holding up six or seven flat cases. “Pirated DVDs!” Laughing she turned back around. “Y'think they'll let us keep some?”

Ignoring her, he went back to the notes and files he was looking through. He had started reading something that worried him. Something about the serum he had come to find.

“Found it!” Looking back around, he saw Puck near another stack of boxes. She victoriously held up several small vials. “This is where our little buddy's hiding the stuff.”

Glancing back at the notes, his eyes widened in horror. “Put those back in the box, slowly and carefully.”

“Why?”

“Just DO IT!” He rarely raised his voice, but this was bad. When she had done as he ordered, he showed her the notes. “We need to call this in. It just got worse.”


[Tags: Oly, all]

Claire Bennet- The white house

"You are not a villain dad..." said the dark haired woman as she got close to her biological father, her real father being long dead by now. "But what you did was not the smart thing to do..."

She sighed and caught a deep breath, she had been so close of ending this whole menace, of ending him for once and for all.

"You knew where I had captured him dad, and yet you had to see him... Alone" she said. "He's not the same Peter you once knew, ever since he shot you he lost himself"

She had a lot of anger toward what her father just did, she had to release it somehow, she punched an old mirror hanging in the wall with all her strength, the glass pieces slowly getting out of her fist as it regenerated. "I'm sorry... It's just that as long as he's out there somewhere... There's never gonna be peace..."

"I'm glad you're fine dad..." she finally said trying to erase the thoughts of her failure so she could have one nice family moment.

TAG: Dezz, Brennan

Albert Frei- Pinehearst facility

Albert was one of Pinehearst first human tests, he didn't know if he truly was the first, but they told him he was the first, and basically while the rest of the population had to pay great amounts of money to get their hands in one of this awesome powers, Albert was the opposite. He was payed by Pinehearst to come for a check up every other week.

They wanted to monitor the early subjects in order to see if there were any side effects that might present way after they applied the formula.

Albert was running in the Pinehearst gym, shirtless as his chest was connected to a heart monitor to check his vitals as he exercised, a couple of Pinehearst scientists to his side taking notes on everything that appeared in that monitor. The only test left was the power test, a test to see if his power had suffered any significant improvement from last week.

They moved him to a Gessel chamber, a big one with a strong air conditioning system, the same conditions as every time he performed this tests.

"Ok Mr. Frei you know the procedure, just hit the dummy as hard as you can..." said a voice from one of the scientists behind the glass.

Albert concentrated, he felt the wind around him and focused on the dummy, sending the strongest wind he could gather to it's direction, the dummy sent flying to the other side of the room and hitting a machine that calculated the joules it had on impact and the velocity at the moment of the crash.

"A new record, one mile per hour faster than two weeks ago Mr. Frei, it shows improvement but not significant... You know the exit, pick up your things and we'll meet you here again in two weeks, you can pick up your check at the accounting room like always... good bye" said the voice as the microphone died and Albert headed to the exit, this whole procedure just another routine for him.

TAG: The Pinehearst gang in the basement.

Tracy Strauss-Petrelli - The White House

Tracy took a step back as Claire tried her best to console her father. she was irresponsible, a bit unstable, and all too much to blame for the current situation, but in the end she was still his daughter.

"He'll be alright, I think he just needs to rest" She said, giving a stare that lived up to her old nickname. It wasn't purposeful, and she by no means had any hate towards the girl, it was just that the world was going through enough problems without the unneeded family drama.

"So I take it that since there's a dead Peter laying on a slab in the basement, that means the Peter that did this was from the past?" she asked as she pushed a few pieces of broken glass across the floor. "And if that's the case, why was he here? What has he changed?"

Living in a world full of exposed super powers and spearheading serum based armies of people had left her quite knowledgeable of the consequences of time travel. She herself had luckily known only two people with the ability, Hiro and Peter, the later of which was now dead.

"Of course that doesn't matter much if he can just come here form the past" She thought as she walked to the window and opened the curtains.

She had to keep herself busy, even at the cost of seeming anal. Not that she cared much what people thought. It's not like it would have been the first time someone thought it about her.

TAG: Snow Dez

Nathan Petrelli - White House

Nathan looked to his daughter and wife, back and forth, eyes flitting, trying to conceal just how aghast he was with the entire turn of events. Head falling back to the pillow, he let it sink in, turning his face from them. Not that he had any problem lying to their faces, or any problem lying, he'd just rather not look at what he was slowly realizing his family had become. Nathan was a man changed by brushes with death, and one who encountered them all too frequently. "I..." Nathan swallowed down hard and composed himself, "he was trying to stop it. Didn't realize we're past the point of no return."

There was no dark future to stop, they were living it, they had to live with their choices. Hero, Villain, Angel, Monster, they had chosen their paths. Whether they regretted them or not. "Claire, someone will clean that up," he assured of the mirror she broke. He moved onto more practical worries: "What have I missed? What does the press know?"

[tag: Brennan, Snow]

Mohinder Suresh - Isaac's Loft

Mohinder was slightly startled as Julian arrived outside the door. He had to resist the temptation to run, it all seemed so much, what had gotten into him? He couldn't fix everything, they were beyond the point of no return, he was a monster. Yet...yet he had to try, no matter what he had become. The door opening, he let the man in. "Mr. Pyke..." Mohinder greeted the man and decided to simply just leave the door open for those arriving, retreating further back into the loft.

He had gotten the formula so wrong. He had to do something right. He had to help save a world past saving.

[tag: Pyke, Suresh's recruits]

Near Costa Verde Ground Zero - Reseda, CA

Puck held up a vial, not quite knowing what it was, if she had, if anyone had, they would have left the place well enough alone. On the vial was a small marker, the tag read Shanti. Doug had looked through the doctor's notes, this doctor, Zimmerman, was into more than just black market serum research. No, he'd been contracted by someone to retrieve and help manufacture a virus, a Shanti virus.

Things had just gotten real.

[tag: Synch, Oly]

Judy Anne St. Ottery - Somewhere near Kirby Plaza

Judy Anne staggered blindly into God knows where she is. The cool night air seems to awaken her or something. She prowled on, in search for shelter, in search for help. She succumbed to her thoughts for a while as she sat down to rest on a side alley.

A dark room, completely and utterly devoid of life. The steady drip of a faucet dissonated with the gasps of the woman it shared a room with. Judy Anne cried as she recalls her life in Pinehearst dark basement facilities She had gone to Pinehearst to seek a future, to escape a past too horrible to remember. The researchers and scientists have promised her a future, in exchange for her...services.

Judy Anne agreed, and she was one of the first persons to receive a shot of the serum the scientists' have made. She remembered how she was very scared when the needle was presented to her. How she had screamed and struggled against the restraints of the laboratory table she was strapped in. She didn't remember anything else for a while after that, she may have been unconscious.

Then, the bad things started to happen.

The serum manifested its result in the form of Shadow Kinesis, and Pinehearst was happy. They treated Judy Anne with utmost care and trained her powers. Judy Anne seemed very in touch with her new power. She quickly learned how to use it effectively. She was well on her way to making shadows actually materialize when the side effects took its toll.

Judy Anne became depressive. Her enthusiasm for the training sessions diminished. Often, she muttered to unseen beings and kept to her room. Pinehearst panicked, not because of Judy Anne's condition, but because all of their first test subjects became schizophrenic and insane. Pinehearst made a special area near the main research facility for the "FTS" or First Test Subjects. They were submitted to regular psychological check-ups in hopes that they would be cured and also, the shrinks managed to coax them into power training some of the times. Judy Anne managed Shadow Materialization about a month after she was diagnosed as mentally ill.

But that was not a silver lining, rather, it was a curse.

Judy Anne became more insane and dark. She refused to shower or change clothes or have haircuts. Attacks made by shadow became common in the special area for the FTS. Even the recreational sessions were not helping. Judy Anne would often make a bag or a basket but then would rip it apart by using her highly advanced powers. Her talks with the unseen became constant and loud.

In one of the recreational sessions, Judy made a doll. When she finished, she glowed at it with pride, which was very unusual for her. She then imbued the doll with some of her powers. A dark shadow clung to the doll and it emanated an evil glow, like the complete opposite of light. Judy Anne bared her teeth in a smile and scratched the doll's body. Immediately, the other women inside the recreational room suffered long deep gashes on their torsos as their shadows leapt up and slashed them. Judy Anne backed away from the doll but it approached her and clung to her for it was an extension of Judy Anne's power, the doll. Judy Anne's eyes widen in horror as the women screamed in pain as they bled out and perished. Judy Anne was relieved that no security personnel came in. She made a decision, she should escape while she can. She passed the guards in the hallway, all of whom had bloody lacerations on their chests and stomachs. She surveyed the carnage in shock and her conscious mind receded even further into the recesses of her brain. Judy Anne was now a puppet of the side effects that came with the serum. She was trapped inside her own body and her own power. She lost all memory of what happened next until she woke up outside a club in God-knows where.

Now, her conscious mind is slowly seeping to the surface again. She is gaining control not only of her body, but also of her powers. She had trapped the malevolent doll with a box made of shadow and now she seeks for repentance. She had not meant to kill all those people. The FTS, the guards at Pinehearst, the kids going to the club. None of them were supposed to be dead. None of them.

She walked on in the darkness of the night, desperately looking for someone to help her. Her thoughts were of despair and of hopelessness and sorrow..and of revenge.

Pinehearst will pay for what they did to her!

Tags: The GM's and the other people in Kirby Plaza's vicinity.

Dinnie Carter- Isaac’s Loft
The door was unlocked and barely even closed. The hinges seemed to be just a bit off kilter, as if it had been pulled down and hastily put back up by inexpert hands. The room was covered in shadow, nothing like what Dinnie had expected. Her friend Crystal back in Washington had a loft downtown and the gigantic windows had always given it a fresh, sunny and open feeling. Not here. Here there was almost the sensation of being trapped. She had also expected a room of full of bustling people, like when she had worked on her father’s campaign back in California. Yes it would have been cluttered much like this room, but instead of finding a room cluttered with political pamphlets and signs disparaging the sale and use of the serum, it was cluttered with lab equipment. As she too a step forward, something crunched underneath her still soggy Manolos; as she picked up her shoe she could see an dusty, cracked syringe.

“Dr. Suresh?” she called out into the darkness “Dr. Suresh? Anybody home? It’s Domenica Carter. You sent me the message about working against the serum…”.

Suddenly, shadows began to flit from side to side and she could hear rustling coming from the corners of the room. Scared and wondering why she came here in the first place, Dinnie began to back out of the door only to run into someone behind her. Flipping around, she saw a tall, spikey-haired man standing behind her.

“Hello…” tentatively, Dinnie held out her hand to the man. “Dinnie Carter…are you Doctor Suresh…?”

[tag: Pyke]

Tracy Strauss-Petrelli - Washington D.C

Tracy looked quizzically at her husband before turning her attention to the open window. There was something that he wasn't telling her, that or she was just that stupid. "Trying to stop what? The Army, the serum, our Marriage, What?" She asked, gently shaking her head. She wasn't accustomed to being out of the loop, and she wasn't prepared to start now. Unfortunately though, there was other business that still needed to be attended to.

she gave a small sigh before putting a small smile on her face.

"The press knows that something happened, all of the illegal precogs out there have made sure of that. Fortunately though, as far as they're concerned you're just now getting over the stomach flu, meaning as soon as you're ready, we can get back to work." Creating lucrative stories for the press was hard work. You had to be ready to cover your bases at all times, or else it was only a matter of time before you got caught in a lie. Of course there where people that where hired to make up these stories, but none where better than she was. The story would hold.

"There are a couple of bills though that you need to get signed as soon as possible. Not only are people getting restless about your decisions, they also need to see that things are back to normal. The sooner everything settles down, the better. Isn't that right Claire?" She asked, now directing her smile towards the young brunette.

TAG: Dez Snow

One Big Difference
New York City: Pinehearst Facility
IC: Hailey Williams

"Come with me, please." The man greeted as he entered her room, almost sounding like a command and yet a pleasent niciety at the same time.

"What the hell are you people doing with me?" Hailey's voice filled with fear and anger answered back.

"Please, please calm down miss. We only brought you here because of what you did. You need to be... Processed.. before we can allow you to leave." He walked forward and extended his arm behind her back. "This way." He urged.

Hailey didn't believe a single thing he was saying but she didn't know what to do. Staying in this room though, wasn't an option for her so she glared angrily at the man and then let him lead her out into the hall.

Hailey instantly began to look for Exit signs or a way out but was quickly met with a death grip to her arm. "Ow." 'You piece of..' She thought as the man walked her down the hall. When they arrived at the small frame of the door she looked back up at him, wondering what next. He stepped forward and opened it. Instead of leading her, this time he pushed her inside.

"Wai.." Too late. She fiddled with the door but it was locked. 'Great' It wasn't until she heard a woman ... say her name behind her that she realized that she was in a waiting room... with other people, people who looked.. well not like kidnapped people. Now she was confused.

Overlooking the strange looking people she walked upto the front desk where the women was sitting that spoke to her. Hailey parted her lips ready to go off on her and what pycho not job show this place was running when the woman smiled and spoke up first. "We pride our selves on being tidy and organized. We are sorry for any discomfort we may have caused you. We'll need you to fill this out before we can allow you to see the doctor, and leave."

Hailey's mouth dropped open. She had went to the black market so she wouldn't be organized. She didn't want people to know. 'It doesn't really matter now. Does it? Hair dye, great power.'

"Bite me." Was her response. She tossed the clipboard back onto the woman's nicely kempt desk and glared smilingly at her.

The woman glared back, but then her face to turned into a smile. Which freaked Hailey out even more. "Alright miss." With a wave of her hand she motioned to the doors behind her. Obviously not the way out. "You'll be taken care of shortly. You can wait in there," Then the women added evily. "So as to not disturb the others."

'Taken care of it.' She didn't like the sound of that, but she pushed through the doors. 'Maybe they'll have an exit down here?' Of course they didn't. Hailey was met instead by eager nurses, lazily looking patients in cots, and a man, a doctor she assumed in a white lab coat talking to a nice looking lady.

The next thing she spotted was food. 'Ooo.. oh wait.' She thought, going from slightly less annoyed to very annoyed. 'Probably poisened.' Her gaze went back to the doctor, the man in charge. She wanted out of this hell hole of a place, faking at nice and homey, when all it really was from what she could clearly make out a giant prison. 'Everyone must be high.' Poped into her thoughts, 'To believe all of this.'

Hailey walked forward, anger in eyes, her fists clenched and feeling she had never experienced before. It felt almost as if she was being sedated, but she wasn't. It was strange. "Let me out of here!" It was all she could think of besides cursing and hitting him. That would most likely come after he said no.

[Tag Oly - All]

OOC:Poor confused Hailey!

Blythe Anders - US airs flight 192 to JFK

The flight was long. She drifted in and out of consciousness distracted by the raspy snores of the gentlemen propped against her. She wanted to push his head away from her shoulder but decided her wandering mind wasn’t going to let her sleep anyway. Why not let at least one of them rest well. She tried to plan her next move. What was she to do, walk around New York alone until she finds a Dr. Suresh? It seemed her only option at the time.

She would find out soon as the fasten seat belt sign came on and the captain signaled they were about to land. Pulling her bag up to her, she prepared to enter the next step in her life. One she was sure was going to be full of many twists and turns. Whether she was ready for them or not would only be answered in time.

The plane landed and with little delay she made her way off. She weaved through security on her way to the exit. With no checked bags she got through pretty quickly and proceeded to the jungle of cars packing the departure area. There was always so many people coming to this giant city.

Stepping on the sidewalk the colors seemed to change as she flashed back to fonder memories. She could almost smell her mothers perfume as she remembered the time she had came here with her for work. She remembered the feel of her tiny hand clasped in the gentle, yet firm embrace as they stepped out just like this into this city that never sleeps.

A small glimpse it was as a cab sped past nearly crushing her feet. Falling back she found herself nearly face planting the curb before catching her balance again. When she looked back up, she was staring at a suited man holding a sign with her name. Confused she approached as the man began to speak.

“Are you Blythe Anders?” He said.

Stepping forward she extended the man a puzzled look before proposing her question, “I am. What is this all about?”

He replied, “I have been hired to take you to Dr. Suresh. Where are your bags Ma’am?”

Perching her chest out and extending her back to elongate her stance she spat her words back at him, “I’m not going anywhere until I find out what this is all about.”

Opening the door to the black Lincoln town car, he waved his hand kindly giving his response. “Ma’am, I assume the answers you seek will be at the address I’ve been given. If you would like them, I am not the one to be talking to.” He stepped aside and motioned for her entrance.

Her eyes rolled back slightly as her shoulders lost there heightened peek she moved to the car and got inside. Moving her feet out of the way of the door she looked at the driver as he shut it and made his way to the drivers seat. Only now being able to notice the fact that she was in a Town car, she looked around. Who would send a town car for her?

~~~~~

Blythe Anders - Mohinders Loft

She stepped from the car and looked at the driver as if to ask what happens next. Before she could ask, he pointed her to a set of steps and a room beyond them.

Exiting into the New York streets she waited for the car to pull away before checking if everything was clear. Changing her appearance to that of the walls and buildings behind her she slowly crept up to the open door and set her self up beside it. She could hear voices inside so she propped closer against the door frame blending with its pale gray tone. She listened to the conversation inside trying to get a feel for why she was called here.

[Tag: Anyone in the loft who wants to be spied on. ]

Claire Bennet- The white house

"Yes..." said Claire.

"About my ho... I mean Costa Verde" she quickly corrected. "What will you say it was? A crazy teenager that had deals in the black market?"

After Gabriel's explosion she had only made sure to bring Peter in, she hadn't checked on Daphne, or Knox, her Vendetta was about fulfilled and that was all that mattered. She tried to remove the frustrating thought from her head.

"What happened to Gray?" asked Claire, it was just a mild curiosity, she didn't care much for him, even if he was her uncle, although seeing her cousin die like that was truly heartbreaking, specially when the littles guy name was Noah. In a way she was glad that Knox probably didn't survived, even if he was useful from time to time.

TAG: Dezz, Brennan

Nathan Petrelli - The White House

Nathan couldn't look at his family, he couldn't look at himself, he simply kept his eyes closed. "He was trying to stop the future," Nathan said. "The world splitting in half. The paintings, the dreams, all of it," Nathan informed. Only those in the upper echelons of the government knew about those, about the earth torn in two. "Pete was trying to save the world." He laughed tiredly. Some may have thought it was metaphorical, that the divide between those who embraced and those who feared powers, between born and made, was splitting the world. "That...that's what the army will do," Nathan said vaguely, whether he meant the army would split the world or help to stop it, who knew?

"I spoke to Congress before..." Nathan couldn't really describe what had happened between him and Peter, "I blamed him. I blamed my own brother," Nathan said solemnly, "I said he was working with foreign interests. Full proliferation - we have a blank check now."

"Sylar survived," Nathan answered Claire. "The bomb, they were always supposed to survive."

[tag: Brennan, Snowind]

Skyler - New York City, Psychotherapist’s office

"So how about those nightmares, still having them?" The words just seemed to flow right off the older mans tongue, and out his lips.
"All I want to dream about is butterflies, but all I'm getting is them gnawing on my brain.” Skyler replied rather dryly for once, and his therapist caught wind of such talk. “Now Skyler, if you would just think more…up then down, it might do you some good, I don’t want to have to up your doses.” Skyler sighed at the man’s response, he was tired of all the daily strain of having to take depression pills, they honestly weren’t doing him any good whatsoever.

“Oh great more pills, looks like I’m working my way up in the world.” Oh yeah dear little Skylark was in quite the mood today, his therapist was starting to think he may just be bi-polar at this point. “Skyler if your just going to act this way then I may have to, and it’s not something to be proud of.” Skyler sighed once more before leaning back, in the sleek black leather chair he was currently sitting in.

“I guess…” He took a pause to look over at the clock, just ticking away, people seemed to live only to die. Just like that clock seemed to work, just for it’s batteries to run out.
“People are like clocks.” The therapist cocked an eyebrow, as Skyler spoke up again.

“How so?” He inquired, out of curiosity it would seem. “They live just to die, some can be revived but not all.” For a moment there was a long silence, about ten minutes had gone by, before the two knew it.

“ I think I’ll head home now?” Skyler broke that silence oddly enough, and oddly enough throughout his whole session he hadn’t stuttered or shaken, maybe he just felt safe here. Or maybe it was because of the silence he got, a lot like his own home.
“You have few minutes though if you want to talk some more.” Skyler scoffed lightly, he would prefer to head on home, besides it was getting late.
“Thanks but no thanks…It’s late.” And with that Skyler up and left, much to the therapist’s distaste.

Skyler - New York City, Streets


By now it was pretty dark out, the street lights the only source of light, other then fleeting car lights as they drove away. In the part of town he was in at this time of night, it was surprising Skyler hadn’t got mugged at this point. “Maybe I should take a shortcut…get home before it gets any darker here…” He muttered out to himself, something that he did quite often.

Letting his black converse clad feet, take him down a back ally; he began to make his way home. Or whatever that run down apartment was at this point.
Short cuts had never been good to Skyler, nor would they now, as he came to a halt. A dead end.

“Great…” His words began to trail off, and he knew he had to turn back around. So he did, and to such a dismay somebody was behind him, and before he could even cower down; something hit him in the head. Hard, and swift. So fast that he couldn’t even feel the pain that would surely be there later.

Skyler - New York City, Kirby Plaza, Pinehearst Facility

“Uhhhmm..” Skyler mumbled out, his voice horse and barely even there at this point. His head was throbbing with pain, and he couldn’t really comprehend what was going on. Skyler struggled as he attempted to get himself, up off the cold hard floor. Letting his sea blue eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, he began to glance hazily around. “W-What…Were a-am I?!” Skyler panicked, backing himself into a corner, his eyes widening. “What I-is this place….” From what Skyler could tell he was locked in some sort of cell. He didn’t like it, but in all honesty who would?

Slowly Skyler started to shake, and he let his arms cling around him. “I want to g-go home.” He whimpered out meekly, before burring his pale face into his hands. His arms no longer clinging around him, but still he kept shaking. He wasn’t about to try to get out, heck his first thought was the door was locked. Why wouldn’t it be…so he was stuck here.

The door then began to open, and Skyler almost jumped up in pure fear, could it be the one who had brought him here? Skyler didn’t want to find out. But he would, maybe answers would be good.

[tag: Oly - All]

Doug Wallace - Near Costa Verde Ground Zero - Reseda, CA

He sank back into the chair, staring at the vial Puck was holding. The Shanti Virus. This was over his pay grade. Way over. Even through the radiation suit, he felt his flesh crawl. Zimmerman had, allegedly, been involved in the sale and distribution of the Power Serum. But this? There had been no reports of his involvement with this.

Shuddering, he glanced back at the notes. Zimmerman messing with the Virus was bad enough. According to the notes, Zimmerman had been hired to rework the worst strains. And that was an order of magnitude worse.

Standing up, he nodded at Puck and pulled out the phone. “Boss? We've got a problem. We need some 'porters, and hazmat gear.” Pausing to listen to the voice, he grimaced. “Not the serum.” Taking a breath, he uttered the word he knew they didn't want to hear. “Shanti.”

[tag: Oly - Dezzie - All]

Puck Gracey- Costa Verde Ground Zero, CA



She tilted her head and slowly put it back in the slot. Looking over the other boxes she held her breath, just in case. She had only heard rumors about the stuff, but it was every Special's nightmare. Total illness, took your powers and made you sick. She peered in another box, and nodded to Doug. "This is a whole new case."

She shook her head, going to stand by him. "What kind of sick guy would keep all this stuff here?

Tag: Synch

Dale Bale - Tampa, Florida

Dale had just finished eating his sizzling corn beef sandwich in the Godsend Deli across the street from his apartment building. He remembered eating at the deli several times with his late parents when he was a kid, back in the old "visiting Auntie Gail Bale in Tampa" days. Now his parents were gone and he had to eat there alone nearly every afternoon. Dale stood up, wiped his mouth and left a 20 on the table under the saltshaker. It was time to go back to his apartment and sulk at his monotonous life, which consisted in 15-hour lectures every other day at the University and Tampa. Of course, his grudge with Pinehearst hadn't died yet and he was still waiting for some heavenly being to guide him towards the company's destruction.

Dale exited the Godsend Deli and walked across the street towards his apartment building. As he entered the lobby, the attractive red-head receptionist told him that someone left him a message while he was gone.

"Someone from New York called while you were gone, Mr. Bale"

Dale approached the receptionist with great enthusiasm. The only messages he got were from the University people letting him know about more lectures.

"He left a number and said that if you want to fulfill what you've always been waiting for, you should call him"

The receptionist handed him the number.

"Thank you" he said.

Dale Bale - Tampa International Airport

We are now boarding at Gate 9, Tampa to New York City

This is my cue, he thought. Grabbing his single bag, Dale approached the gate and handed his ticket to the gate lady. The lady smiled, scanned his ticket, and allowed him to go through.

Dale Bale - Outside Mohinder's Loft

After hearing people talking inside, Dale knew it was safe to knock on the door, and he did so, only to find it already open. And then there he was, facing more visitors.

"Hi", he said.

[tag: anyone inside the loft]

Wind Walker, Typhoon, Amp - NYC streets nearing Suresh's place

Three brooding figures made their way along the streets of New York City, two of them conversing in the front, one in a hooded jacket hanging back behind them.

"Why're we helping these motherf*****s again? I thought we had a strict no tolerance policy for letting those f***ing Mudblood's live, let alone help thier sorry a**'." the smaller man said in a bit more than a whisper. There was a big scar that occupied the right side of his face, a reminder of what happened when he was pushed too far one day with his ability.

The more muscular of the three, Typhoon, and the one who's dark blue eyes burned a stare at the smaller man remained quiet, but delivered a nice slap to the back of the man's head for him to shut up. "We're in public, Amp. Be quiet." he hissed at him. The minor distraction cause the two of them to veer of course some, accidently going down the wrong alley and subsequently getting the two lost.

"Wrong way fa***ts." Walker said suddenly, appearing behind them, little to no empathy in his voice. He was the tallest of the three barely, but his face was hidden from sight at all times by the hood from his jacket. "Follow me this f***ing time. Lucky I even know where the damned place is."

" 'sides. It'll be a change of pace for us." Walker said as an unseen wicked smirk started to appear on his face. "At least now we have moving shields to protect us from harm."

[Tag: Me in a bit]

Sand- Experimental Facility



Sand looked up at the girl who was brought in. She looked like a caged raccoon, hissing and snarling. She tapped her pencil against her cheek and flipped to a new page. She took a breath and started to lightly sketch something out. She didn't know what yet though. Her pencil darted across the page as she spoke.

"You know, generally, you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar." She told her. "I like your hair by the way. It's an interesting dye job." She paused for a moment to rub something out with an eraser. "I've never seen you in the offices. Are you a newbie? Or just new to this area?" She asked, blocking in a hand.


Outside in the waiting room, a young man stood in front of the receptionist. He looked highly uncomfortable to be there, glancing at everyone else. The receptionist came back with a file and nodded. "Alright Mr. Mikhail? Is it? Your file was received. If you follow the nurse, she'll take you to a waiting room for now. " She smiled, handing the file off to a nurse who opened the door for him.

"Skyler? Interesting spelling. Right this way" She said, leading him to a business room. She unlocked the door and ushered him in. Sand didn't look up, her brow furrowed in concentration as he entered.

"There's snacks and refreshments on the counter there, help yourself." The nurse closed the door behind him, locking him in with an artist and a wild-haired girl.



Tag: Elle, mastaRox

Claire Bennet- White house.

"I know that... but where are you keeping him?" said Claire. "I was there when Ted... And also when Pete..."

"But Sylar was there, Peter obviously got his power, he must know what he plans to do with it... I must talk to him..."

She was determined, she knew that Sylar probably knew what Peter was trying to do, saving the world according to him, condemning it for all she knew.

"The quicker the better..." she added as she got close to the door, taking out her gun she remembered the bullet she had stored at the back of Peter's head that morning. "Because I hate sequels..."

TAG: Dezz, Brennan

Pinehearst Facility --> Kirby Plaza

A 20-something woman nodded in approval to the Aerokinetic. "Mr. Frei is it? That was pretty cool what you did in there." She nodded to the testing area. "I was just passing by and I saw it myself." She gave him a soft smile. "Air control was it? It's kind of hard to tell sometimes. " She gave a small shrug, pushing a lock of hair back. A gold wedding band glinted on her left hand as she folded her arms. "If you don't mind me asking, did you take the serum? Or are you natural born?" She tilted her head.

"I don't mean to be rude one bit, I'm just curious." She shrugged one shoulder. "I'm a natural born myself, had my monthly testing today too. " She half rolled her eyes "A bit of a waste of time, but what can anyone do you know?"

Tag: Snow

Nathan Petrelli - The White House

"He's gone," Nathan revealed with a heavy sigh. Gabriel and Peter had been so at odds, trying to kill each other, only to be revealed as brothers. The Petrelli clan sure had its issues. Trying to murder each other, trying to save each other, villain and hero had long become a blurred line in that family. "Exploded, we thought we had him, but he got away," Nathan laid the facts out. They had killed his son, little Noah, it was all so tragic. Yet it had bought them a blank check they had so desired for so long.

"Sylar got away," Nathan made very clear. Sylar, not Gabriel, had survived.

[tag: Snow, Brennan]

Albert Frei- Pinehearst's Kirby Plaza.

"Serum born..." said Albert. "I was the first, or so they tell me, the first successful maybe..."

"So unlike everyone else that comes here to spend all their money... I'm actually getting paid for this..." he said smiling as he passed a towel on his head.

"And I don't mind that at all..."

He put his sunglasses on as both of them walked outside of the testing area.

"So natural born? What's your power? And even though I love the name natural born I would appreciate an alias..." he said trying to make her laugh.

"Are you also on your way to collect the free money?" he said, he often called that to the check that Pinehearst gave them in exchange of one hour of working out, it was like getting paid for going to the gym.

TAG: Oly.

One Big Difference
Experimental Facility
IC: Hailey Williams

Hailey looked down at the girl. Pretty features, nice attitude, but she made one mistake. "Dye job?" She glared. Normally she wasn't like this, but she wasn't in the best state of mind. Being kidnapped tends to do that to her. 'My power is a freaking Dye Job! Rawr!!' She still didn't know what her power really was, if she did she might not have been so.. upset.

"These... people, if you can call them that, kidnapped, drugged, probably touched me when I was unconscious and put me in here, with no information as to why other then tagging me like a rabid dog." Her body was red now, her pale white skin perspiring through her jacket and shirt, mostly around her kneck and shoulders.

She sighed, this girl obviously didn't know why she was here. It wasn't her fault, 'It was mine. My idiotic choices.' "I'm sorry." She said, putting on her sad cute lipped sorry face as she reached out her hand. "I'm Hailey, Hailey Williams. It's nice to meet you." She smiled.

"You really like the hair?" Hailey asked curiously, playing with a strand or two. She liked it. She'd always wanted to die her hair but never had the will to actually do it. Strange how things work. It was quite - cool.

As the woman answered, still drawing something, another man walked into the room. Hailey looked at Sand who didn't look up, then Hailey looked over to the young man with a focused stare. 'Who's he?'

[Tag Oly - Masta]

Skyler - New York City, Kirby Plaza, Pinehearst Facility

Skyler’s eyes darted from place to place and person to person. In all aspects of this, he felt like he would start hyperventilating at any moment.
But for now he didn’t.
After being kept in some room, that felt like forever, he was rushed into here. Were ‘here’ was he wasn’t quite sure, and by now he wanted to know. So far nobody gave him any answers. He didn’t just want them he needed them, for his heath if anything.

As the receptionist began to speak to him, Skyler listened intently, as if it was the last words he would ever here. For all he knew it would be. ‘How do they know my name?” More questions then this of course, ran through his mind, but this one for the most part right now. For now Skyler would follow the nurse, like the receptionist had told him. Not that he wanted to, but he assumed he would have no choice. So shaking somewhat still, he followed the other. “Y-yeah…” He meekly replied to the woman, before entering the room. Noting quickly the others that were in there.

‘I just want to go home. I don’t want food or drinks.’ It was a sad day when Skyler began to miss his run down apartment.

Skyler let himself stay were he was, near the door, and off from the other two. Not that there was anything wrong with them, he just had never trusted anybody.
After ‘that day’ anyway.
A few seconds passed, and he quickly decided that standing wasn’t such a good option. Making his way over to a plush couch, his faded blue jeans touching the soft fabric. His pale hands laying in his lap though they were barely seen from under his over sized black hoodie.

He glanced back and forth between the two females, more so at the one that was staring at him. Hopefully for his sake she was friendly.

[tag: Oly Elle]

Ethan Amon- Somewhere...

Ethan felt no regrets about leaving the blonde woman in the briefing room; to her they were both just two nameless agents of her company, which was odd. Ethan had only made about a thousand important interviews and won over several countries for the 'cause'. The last part made him cringe, but it was a job. His job.

"I really would rather get this over with, wouldn't you? I say we go talk to one of their 'porters," Ethan said at his new partner, though more to himself.

At that moment an extremely short and plump woman stomped around the corner, stopping gruffly in front of the pair.

"Er... Yeah, excuse us," Ethan muttered as he moved to go around her, but with unsurprising strength she pushed him back by the shoulder.

"Yeah, no," she sneered sarcastically. "I've got my orders like you've got yours."

"Well you look right happy about them," Ethan, the always friendly man, snapped. He was already stressed, and the woman was irritating, anyways. "What are your orders, then ma'am?"

She gripped both of their shoulders with iron-like hands.

Ethan Amon- Roland Murray's College

Ethan blinked in the sudden brightness, then realized that was ridiculous in itself. Giant thundering clouds had collected over the campus with threats of a downpour.

"You know everytime I see a storm I wonder if nature actually made it." he said quietly. It was then that he became aware of the stillness around them. There was nothing but the three of them, trees, and the nostalgic old buildings.

"All off glued to a TV, I'd bet," he commented to Jacob.

"Well I'll be on this bench here when you get back." With that their key home settled her bulging backside on a creaky wooden bench.

As Ethan turned from the sight he smiled at Jacob, "I don't envy the bench, do you?"

Tag- Necro and Req

Pinehearst's Kirby Plaza

She shifted, uncomfortable. "Oh, uhm. No, I'm doing it on a sort of volunteer basis." She rubbed her upper arm. "Ability? Yeah, I uhm, well there are a few different names, but I can see the past. " She nodded, "it's kind of cool, going to museums is a trip. Used to be really hard to control the ability and only focus on one thing at a time." She half shrugged.

"But I deal. Runs in the family of sorts. Dad and siblings were natural born. " She wrinkled her nose. "Husband too. Funny how it works like that." She looked over head at the time on a scrolling marquee. "Ooh, ouch. Sorry to chat and run. It was nice to meet you. Good luck with your tests next time." She waved and trotted ahead, hailing a cab. As she slid in she gave him a smile and another wave, pulling her hair over her shoulder, closing the cab door.

The plaza was alive with activity. People flew and sped around, others sat with coffee and a newspaper. It was a pleasant place to be. The water trickled around the large firey structure in the middle of the plaza and behind that Pinehearst had built their facility.


Tag: Snow

Tracy Strauss-Petrelli - White House

"Wait, you mean the murdering power stealing cop killing Sylar?" She asked, her demeanor much more serious. This wasn't good. The last thing that anyone needed was more animosity towards people like them. It was so easy for people to look at a few bad people, find a common characteristic, and then condemn everyone with that characteristic. She had seen it all too often.

"We're going to have to do some damage control." She continued as she pulled her hair neatly behind her head. "We need to stop him, but furthermore we need to make sure that we separate ourselves from him as much as possible..." She suddenly stopped and looked from her husband to Claire and back again. No wonder she was known as the Ice Queen. Always thinking about business before emotion. She should have cared about everyone in the rooms emotional stability toward the subject, but there was so much more at stake.

She gave a deep sigh before moving back towards Nathan. "You're not a monster or a Demon, or any other kind of evil doer. You've always got everyones best interest at heart, even when everything else that you care about falls down around you. Thats why I love you so much..." She gently kissed the tips of her finger tips, and placed them on his lips. Others would have easily thought that she was putting on a front, but he would be able to hear the love through her words. He always had been able to.

"You can't blame yourself for whats happening. It'll distract you form everything that you're doing right." She said as she calmly shook her head, making sure to straighten out her name brand blouse.

"I'm ready for whatever you think we need to do Mr. President"

TAG: Dez Snow

Dan Koester - Philadelphia - A few hours earlier

Dan Koester sat at the outdoor cafe musing on life in general. He looked up at the sad gray buildings looming overhead, casting early morning shadows across the street, then higher up, into the cloudless sky. A few people in suits floated by, probably on their way to work.

They floated by.

The world was messed up, Dan knew, and it seemed like their was nothing he could do about it. Men were not meant to fly; it defied the natural order of things. It didn't make any sense... why would anyone willingly subject themselves to something like that?

How could Lauren do it?

His life was messed up. There was a time in his life when he was passionate about acting; it was even fun at one point. Now he was just wondering how he ever thought he could make a living at it. He had barely been holding down two part-time dead-end jobs; acting in a local Shakespeare troop, and playing gigs at various local coffeehouses. It wasn't really enough to live on. Not comfortably.

Well, he wouldn't have to worry about any of that anymore. He had quit, and decided to put an end to all this ridiculousness. He wasn't exactly sure how, but he knew there were groups of people that opposed the serum. These "abilities" were a wart on humanity, and some of them were downright dangerous. Terrorists, even.

Scott didn't even have a chance in Costa Verde...

He turned back to his morning coffee, and finished it off. In the bottom was a soggy piece of stained paper with writing. The blue ink was beginning to bleed from being wet, but he made out the scrawl: "This will help you" on one side. The other side had an address in New York, and a meeting time later that day.

He wasn't sure how the note got there, but it was time for a roadtrip. Perhaps he could help change the world in a tiny way.

New York - present

After finally finding a place to park in this crazy city, he took a light rail train to the address. The door to the loft was open, and there were some voices inside. "Hello? Is this the right place?"

Tag: Loft Party

Ethan Amon- Roland Murray's College

Jacob shrugged his hoody off as it grew heavier as the rain hit it, its wettened fabric clinging to his frame. He scowled as he looked around at the college campus in front of him, the ornate buildings imposing themselves as the lightning stitched the sky, throwing haggard shadows over the well groomed grounds that they walked on.

"We're merely here for the boy" Jacob said, his voice barely being above a whisper as his eyes flickered from window to window "The Bench is none of my concern. But if I do have to comment, I have to admit that for priding themselves on being 'the top of the evolutionary chain' they certainly could have picked a better specimen to showcase the gene pool" Jacob chuckled, the first sign of being able to feel humour since he'd been partnered up. He snapped back just as quickly, his intense tone returning.

"If the kid is inside though, this complicates things" Jacob said as they walked, his hand dipping into his coat for the tazer "We could lure him out if we had his girlfriends phone number. But I'm not banking on it....so change of plans.." Jacob grimaced "We go straight in and grab the kid...taze any witnesses and make it look like an alcohol fuelled passing out. It seems the most likely way of covering our tracks"

Stepping up the ornate steps to the College dormitory, Jacob nodded thoughtfully at the door, his mind already preparing itself "Are we ready?"

TAG: Req, Techno

Joseph Stanfield – Baltimore

He stood across the street watching the corner, smoking a cigarette, watching. Waiting. The game hadn’t changed just because the merchandise had. The game stayed the same. Same runners, same muscle. Well. Perhaps that had changed. He took another drag.

In the old days, the muscle had carried guns. Now the muscle sent arcs of electricity – same game, different problems. The trick was not to get noticed. It helped that no-one could see him. Mos def.

He stubbed out the cigarette & walked towards the corner, shotgun in one hand, a bunch of rocks in the other. He threw one to his right. 'Timmo Sparks' did exactly what Joseph had planned, shooting out a volley of blue electricty at the noise. He threw a stone to his left, same reaction. Joseph was now close enough to see the beads of sweat run down Timmo’s face, he stood alone, the rest of the gang had ran at the first sign of trouble. Joseph calmly walked behind him & pressed the gun up against Timmo’s head.

"Howdy Timmo. Where’s it at?"
"Where’s what at?"
"Ah now, you’re confusing me with someone who repeats himself." Joseph shook his head & shot Timmo in the back of the leg, sending him screaming to the asphalt. "Where’s it at?" His voice calm as you like.
"It’s not here yet, flash ain’t here yet."
"Fair enough, where you meeting him?"
"The drop house."
"Fair enough. Now don’t you even think of sending any of sparks my way Timmo, I got a bead on your head. I don’t miss. Remember that."

Later – drop house

Flash, was a young kid, a speedster. The gang used him to ferry the serum from New York to Baltimore. Joseph sat in the corner behind the front door waiting, taser gun in his hand. He had rigged the back door with piano wire so the speedster couldn’t make his escape that way, not unless he wanted to lose his head.

He turned out Flash had a surprise for him. A message, a request of sorts. Joseph had managed to get some sense out of him, after the volts had calmed him down sufficiently.

"Who?"
"Some Doctor he said he wanted to speak to you."
"And how does a Doctor in New York know about little old me?"
"You kidding right? You’re a modern day Robin Hood." Joseph fixed him with a glare. "He..he must have overheard me talking. The wanted to know why I needed more stuff so soon after the last batch, I told ‘em about you. How you keep robbing us & destroying the stash. He asked for you, told me to give you this message."
Joseph considered this. The truth was this game, as dangerous as it was, was boring him. Ripping off drug dealers day after day was not the thrill it had once been. And destroying the serum before any gangbangers got their hands on it was an exercise in futility. The serum kept getting made. If he wanted to make a real difference, he’d have to go to the source. That meant NYC. That meant this guy, this Doctor. Suresh.

Mohinder’s Loft

He’d entered the room earlier, while still invisible. He’d seen better kept lofts in hamsterdam. He turned his ability off, and appeared by the front stairs.

"So where’s this Doctor at?"

[tag:loft party]

Conall St. Albans -- Pinehearst's Kirby Plaza

He'd been to New York only a handful of times in the past. Rumour had it that a handful of his relatives had come over here on a boat during the last century. He gave a look around the plaza, taking in the sights of the city. "Thank God this is only for a week," he muttered quietly to himself. "There's no way I could live in a s***hole like this city." Conall crossed his arms and slowly strolled across the plaza without purpose. The only reason he was in New York at all was for a capoeira competition with his team.

Unfortunately, this was their day off. While others had opted to see the city, Conall was much more content to go for a jog around Central Park and observe the city from afar.

As he made his way across the plaza, he was nearly knocked off his feet by a speedster carrying a cup of coffee in a rush to his next destination.

Conall practically snarled at the man. He already wasn't having a good day. Why stop now? "Watch where the f**k you're going! Damned speedsters--I should really just break your f**kin' legs."

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." The man stepped out of his way. If there was one thing he wasn't seeking, it was a confrontation on his way to work.

Conall stared at him, then decided that the mistake had been an honest one. "No need to be in such a hurry all the damned time." He allowed the man to pass and shook his head. The attitude of people in large cities irritated him. Everyone was always just looking out for themselves, completely blinded to what might have been in front of them. He waited for the man to speed off. "Maybe next time you'll run right into a f**king bus that won't be as forgiving."

There was a large fountain surrounded by tables in the center of the plaza. He could use a place to sit down. Conall sat at one of the vacant tables in front of the fountain and picked up a newspaper that had been lying idly on the chair next to him. He unfolded it and started reading, doing his best to divert his attention from the people flying through the air around him. "Bunch of f**kin' morons flying around all day. Someone ought to put them to some entertaining use for target practice."

He pulled a water bottle from the small knapsack around his waist and opened it, then took a drink. Unzipping a compartment in the front of the pack, he pulled out a protein bar and unwrapped it as he read the headlines.

The plaza was alive with activity. People flew and sped around, others sat with coffee and a newspaper. It was a pleasant place to be. The water trickled around the large firey structure in the middle of the plaza and behind that Pinehearst had built their facility.

"'Deadly Explosion in Costa Verde,' nothing new there..." he smirked and flipped to the next page. Nothing seemed to surprise him anymore. Kicking up his feet onto the chair in front of him, he dropped the paper and looked around the plaza. Everyone here seemed to have a power of some sort. It wasn't this bad where he was from yet. He bit into the protein bar and grumbled. "If I never see this f**king city again, it'll be too soon."

Tag: Anyone in the Plaza

Doug Wallace - Near Costa Verde Ground Zero - Reseda, CA

Hanging up the phone after getting his orders, he looked at his partner, her face pale in horror at what this monster masquerading as a doctor had been involved in. “You asked what sort of sicko would be involved in this?” Snorting, he stood up. “Honestly? Not a clue. I do know we're to let the 'porters grab the virus, and we're to pack out the notes and files.” Swearing under his breath, he opened the file drawer under the work bench. There were dozens, possibly hundreds, of files in the drawer. Doug wasn't stupid, but the coding on the files was too much for him to even pretend to understand.

After he had pulled out a couple dozen files, a framed picture fell down from where it had been leaning amongst the folders. Picking it up, he looked at it for a second and almost dropped it again. Swearing, he stared at the picture for several seconds.

Four people were in the photo. On one side, holding a dachshund, was a man Doug automatically assumed was Zimmerman. On the other side was another man that he felt he should recognize, but couldn't place. In the middle were two women. Near the unidentified man was a short, slightly pudgy, woman that was completely unfamiliar. But the other one, the young blond standing beside the Doctor?

“Uh.. Puck? Did we just step in something here?”


[tag: Oly - Dezzie - All]

Puck Gracey-Near Costa Verde Ground Zero - Reseda, CA



Puck peered at the picture and grinned. "Well look at that. First Lady Ma'm know this Black Market Thiever. " She took the picture. "Aww, look at that dog, adorable. That guy's a bit of a looker too." She poked at the man on the end with glasses. She threw it in the box with the files.

Opening another drawer she pulled out more files, shaking her head. "I hate organized people." She growned, putting the files in a box. "When are the Porter's gonna get here?"

Tag: Synch

One Big Difference
Experimental Facility
IC: Hailey Williams

Hailey still wasn't calm. Her left hand wrapped around her right, cradling it and continuosly rubbing her bruised knuckle. Her feet, though stationary, were ready to sprout drills and pound into the floor. Her stomach was also uneasy and the food, 'most likely poisoned food', was looking preety appealing by now.

A couple minutes of defening silence passed, making it's way through the entire room before falling on Hailey, who was done cooperating the moment she arrived.

Standing up she walked over to the line of food and grabbed something, two of something and brought it over to the new arrival.

"Here." She smiled, tossing it at him. If it was poisoned she wasn't going to be the first to try it. Course she wasn't going to tell him that.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Hailey Williams."

[tag Mastarox - Oly - all]

(How about a game of cat and mouse, my good men? Oh and, his last name is Murry, not Murray. )

Roland Murry - University of New York

Rol stepped out of the room in a haze, a veritable fog. He couldn't see straight; His eyes were rolling around in his head. He clutched his stomach and fell to his knees, gagging slightly as he coughed. He wiped his mouth after a moment to remove the spittle that had made its way up. He concentrated on one point in the room, a flower, a large yellow flower. He had been given it to him by a girl that he knew in one of his classes. There was a note on it. "Thanks for the help..." The thought made him smile, despite his sickness. He concentrated hard on the flower and then...

Nothing. The flower... did nothing.

Why should it?

"Should not have had that burrito." Rol said aloud. "I'm seeing things..."

He got to his feet and went to look for some antacids to help ease his stomach pains. It wasn't perfect, but at least he could still move around and talk. That would be essential for the next few hours.

He stepped out into the hallway and looked around for a moment. There was no one there except for himself. He took a few steps towards the elevator and then heard a pounding down at the other end of the hall. He turned and saw two men walking towards him...

~~~~~~~~~~

"There he is." They said as they got sight of Rol. They began to walk faster, arms in their jackets as they closed in on their prey.

They gripped Rol's arm as he turned around and pinned him against the wall.

"We got ya now."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Yeah, looks like you do!" Rol said with a sort of crooked smile. "Bryan, Nate... what do you guys want?"

Rol laughed slightly at his two friends, their actions always seeming slightly comical.

"We just wanted to make sure you didn't try to get out of tonight's thing." Bryan said for a moment. The dark circles under his eyes noted to Rol that he hadn't been getting much sleep yet again. Understandable with the way the world had become.

"I'm the one who came up with the thing, man. Why would I try to get out of it?" Rol got out of Nate's grip and stepped back to give everyone some space.

"You've been throwing up." Nate's accent was thick, like usual. Rol always forgot what it... Swedish? German? Australian? "Your roommate told us to come and get you."

"I had a bad burrito. Nothing to worry about." He stepped out in front of the two and hit the button for the Elevator. "Anyways, how did you guys find me? I mean, I wasn't hanging out in my own dorm, so how did you know to get me here?"

"We saw you head up here last night. Figured you'd try to patch things up with what's-her-name." Bryan lifted his shoulders and shook his head carelessly.

"Yeah yeah, so you got me pegged. I wasn't up here for what's-her-name though. It's the other one..." Rol kept his head down, waiting for the elevator.

"Who?" Nate asked questioningly.

"You-Know-Who..." Rol glanced towards him, his eyes piercing.

"Yeah, sorry." The accented one rubbed the back of his neck apologetically as they waited in awkward silence for the elevator to come. "Just so you know, it's kind of a pain for us to walk ALL the way over here from the other side of the school."

"Sorry man, I shoulda called." Rol shrugged his shoulders as the elevator doors finally clanged open. The three of them stepped into the contraption at once. The doors closed.

Little did they know, a game of cat and mouse had begun.

TAG: Necro, Techno (Hope you guys don't mind the cameos I through in there, lol. Oh and, I added in some subtle hints as to where Rol was compared to where you two are. I figure that we should get a little fun out of this, no? Oh and, since some things haven't been completely figured out yet, don't mention a rally or anything like that. Just a heads up.)

Ethan Amon- University of New York

Thick rain drops spashed the top of Ethan's hair, turning it from a dark brown to near black. As he and his partner ascended the ornate steps up to a dormitory he was momentarily taken back to his own college days, not all that long ago. He'd just earned his last psychology degree, and had been putting his applications in anywhere he could find when he recieved an email from a company he'd heard so much about, yet hadn't even dared to send his information. Pinehearst's email was short and got right to the point, a trait he'd come to expect of them in the last couple of years. They liked his qualifications, grades, and particularly a paper he'd written on the interactions of humans, 'natural-borns', and 'serum-borns'. Ethan also recieved a second even more mysterious job offer, but he ended up at Pinehearst anyway.

He and Jacob entered the old dormitory, but Ethan stopped barely a foot inside the building. "Alright, I understand it being deserted outside, but what's the deal in here?" He was taken back to one of the principle rules in basic psychology; the eyes tended to overpower all other senses and reasoning even when we clearly know we're being mislead. His eyes were telling him the college was empty, though he knew there had to be students somewhere. Apparently just not where they happened to be.

Ethan moved toward the stairs in front of his partner, fully aware that every fall of his feet seemed to thunder on his own ear drums. "How is anyplace this empty?" he mummbled, again to himself. "I think it may be safe to say this floor is devoid of life." He continued up the stairs, and as he neared the second landing thought he heard something overheard. The question he was going to call to Jacob died his throat. It might have been the elevator, or it could just as easily been the storm or the silence beginning to play tricks on his mind.

[[Tag- Necro y Req, por favor]]

Sylar-Near Costa Verde Ground Zero - Reseda, CA

Sylar stumbled through the wreckage and rubble, a mess. His clothing was in tatters, he had exploded after all, though he was protected from his own ability. The radiation didn't hurt him, it was his own, after all. He had wandered so long, confused and violent. The government had tried to pick him up along the way, they had sent a few men to collect him. Sylar's bloodstained hands and bare upper body told the tale well enough. Heads sliced and bodies torn asunder, Gabriel Gray-Petrelli was dead, Sylar had returned.

He was searching for something, his eyes flickering out of a precognitive trance, it had brought him there. To Reseda. To Zimmerman's home. Down what used to be the road, he spotted the wreckage, the people inside rummaging through. With his typical stealth and speed, Sylar approached, landing beside the rubble and the hazmat suited figures. "Get away," Sylar spoke, his voice turning all sorts of awful and dissonant, Puck and Doug's ears awash in hiss and reverb, in pain, Sylar was obviously using his powers again, "from the HOUSE!"

With that, a great shockwave was unleashed, sending Puck flying.

[tag: Synch, Oly, omgsylar]

Nathan Petrelli - The White House

"I need you to speak to the press," Nathan said to Tracy swiftly. He may have been doubting himself, but he was a politician at heart. He knew what had to be done. The needs of the many and all that. .07 percent, Linderman's words echoed in his ears, yet was all that sacrifice, all the sacrifice he had went through, worth it? Nathan was troubled heavily by his sins, to say the least. He was President, yet all those old demons, those monsters, were upon him so suddenly again, upon a monster like him, a man who so wrongly thought himself an angel.

"You've told them all they need to know. They can see me up and about soon..." Nathan said tiredly, getting up out of bed, though he hardly wanted to. He had to do something. He looked to his wife and daughter. "Let's go see Pete," he said of the dead terrorist being kept in the White House, the elephant in the room, the one who went against all the government stands for. "He's still family. We should pay our respects."

[tag: Brennan, Snowind]

Mohinder Suresh - Isaac's Loft

Enough had arrived. Mohinder would introduce himself. Sure, he wouldn't let everything out of the bag, he wouldn't tip his hand, but it was impolite to be quiet. Lurking in the shadows of the loft, in his heavy coat, hiding himself, Mohinder eyed those who had arrived. From every walk of life and creed they were, but they all had their uses. They all had their role to play in what was to come. "This is Reed Street Laboratories, yes," Mohinder answered, it was the loft, but that's what The Company called it. That's what it was registered to in his name, he wasn't a squatter after all, not in that kind of loft in Manhattan.

"My name is Mohinder Suresh. I am the one who brought you here," he introduced himself. "I'm sorry if I seem disingenuous over here," Mohinder suppressed a chuckle, "but the serum has...done things to me. Horrible things."

[tag: Loft Peeps]

Max Thomas- The Loft

Max had not been out of his warehouse for a long time. He had forgotten the smell of fresh air and the classic New York City pollution. He strayed into the dusty loft without a sound, just the way he liked it. He was wearing the same white t-shirt, the same shirt where specks of blood was splatter around, the maroon color was obvious.

This man he saw in front of him was hideous, just another fault of the prized serum. Max didn't know why he was here but he knew it was something about the serum and that was all that mattered. In a sly chuckle he replied, "We can see that."

Tag: Dez, Loft people.

Skyler - New York City, Kirby Plaza, Pinehearst Facility

As Skyler continued to shake in the chair, he started to stare with such a fixed attention at his hands, that he could almost burn holes in them.
It was good thing he didn't have that ability.
Skyler had long ago, or rather five minutes or so stopped watching the others. Refusing to stare any longer, as he did have some manners still to an extent, not that it was the reason.

Skyler almost had Bolted up at the sudden jolt of food in his lap, thrown in between his hands. “Hu?” Skyler glared down at the food, concentrating on it. Quickly looking up to were the voice had came from. “I-I’m not t-that hungry-y.” That wasn’t Skyler’s name, and he soon realized just the words that she had spoken. “I’m S-skyler, it‘s nice t-to meet you too-o.” He started to stutter again, a bad habit if anything. “I would e-eat it…but when I get n-nervous I can’t eat.” He was never one to be rude, so he tried to decline the offer, but felt bad ultimately.

Skyler stared down at the food again, trying to calm himself down, though staring at a chocolate chip cookie didn’t help of course. “I guess one bit won’t hurt….” He trailed off, finding himself taking a small bit, and trying not to choke as it went down his throat.

“I d-didn’t want to be rude…” He got quiet once more, looking up at Hailey.

[tag: Oly, Elle]

Blythe Anders - Mohinders Loft

Blythe had stood against the wall resting and listening as the others arrived. It seemed an eternity as she waited, after such a long flight her exhaustion was getting to her. Whoever the ring master was, he had gathered an interesting group of people. She watched them slip by her and enter the loft as she stood perched against the wall.

It amazed her this ability of hers. They all walked by as she watched the different approaches they took. She saw everything, but they saw nothing. She had never wanted anything like this, especially something forced upon her. No one deserved that. Ever! At least she could have some fun with it though . . .

Bored with her nervous approach she turned the corner of the door and made her way behind the gentlemen that had stood at the entrance. They stood slightly taller then her so she couldn’t see around. She was just about to let the background fade away and come into view when a raspy voice could be heard in the corner.

... "but the serum has . . . done things to me. Horrible things."

Blythe heard the words he spoke, this was the Suresh she was supposed to meet. Stepping aside so as not to be backed into by someone she listened for more. ‘What kind of horrible things?” She pondered while waiting to see how the others reacted to this mysterious doctor.

[Tag; Dez, Loft people]