081 - but if you look twice you can see it's all lies
Popularity is a joke. How do you people deal with everyone wanting something from you? Wanting your time, your thoughts. Your opinions.
I can barely even think.
[Private to Tim]
I don't know how to do this anymore.
[Private to Cissie]
Are we going to talk
[Spam for Claire] - [Backdated to day 1]
[Sylar had left from his window, climbing onto the extended roof of the lower level and then making his way down near the ground. From there, it was only a matter of jumping, which he did without considering the fact that his heightened recovery time was gone at present. Still, he knew enough to collapse rather than try to land flat, so all he did was strain and bang up his leg a little. It would bruise, but it was better than risking seeing Cissie again.
After brushing himself off a little, the killer moved to the car that evidence suggested belonged to him. Luckily, he had a license and he knew how to drive, so at least he could get around. He found the campus without much difficulty and pulled into a random parking spot on the street. Wearing jeans and a lacrosse shirt appropriate to the college, he looked like he fit in and hoped that that would be enough not to be noticed. Although, if the pictures were any indication, everyone on campus might know who he was.
After a beat, he began walking toward where he would guess the commons to be, looking around for Claire as he went and hoping she was recognizable.]
I can barely even think.
[Private to Tim]
I don't know how to do this anymore.
[Private to Cissie]
Are we going to talk
[Spam for Claire] - [Backdated to day 1]
[Sylar had left from his window, climbing onto the extended roof of the lower level and then making his way down near the ground. From there, it was only a matter of jumping, which he did without considering the fact that his heightened recovery time was gone at present. Still, he knew enough to collapse rather than try to land flat, so all he did was strain and bang up his leg a little. It would bruise, but it was better than risking seeing Cissie again.
After brushing himself off a little, the killer moved to the car that evidence suggested belonged to him. Luckily, he had a license and he knew how to drive, so at least he could get around. He found the campus without much difficulty and pulled into a random parking spot on the street. Wearing jeans and a lacrosse shirt appropriate to the college, he looked like he fit in and hoped that that would be enough not to be noticed. Although, if the pictures were any indication, everyone on campus might know who he was.
After a beat, he began walking toward where he would guess the commons to be, looking around for Claire as he went and hoping she was recognizable.]