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[fervens_deus]

People who don't know who Sam is are probably wondering exactly who the hell gave an eighteen year old boy the keys to an Element. It's loud and obnoxious and could fit quite a few people in it. But only two people are taking this trip. Right

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[makes_me_tick]

Sylar had been stepping out of a coffee shop in lower Manhattan. It was hard to find one that wasn't Starbucks, anymore, but doable in the City. He smiles at Sam, although really, isn't the horn a bit much? He raises an eyebrow as he opens the passenger side and slides in. "I was wondering when we'd be going."

[fervens_deus]

Naaaaaaaah. It's hardly the gaudiest in God's personal effects, is it? He grins at Sylar. "We're going now!" Sam waves something at him, absently. "I'd eat this, unless you want to die of a horrible, horrible virus when we get there."

Apparently, blueberry fruit rollups are a cureall. Good to know!

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar just stares at the rollup for a moment. That was just a little easier to get than the last virus cure. Also, tastier.

But it doesn't go with coffee terribly well, so he puts that down for the moment, smiling rather excitedly. "Let's go," he says, then takes to nibbling rather quickly on the rollup.

[fervens_deus]

Sam turns on the radio, and oh look. 'Car Wash'. Poor Sylar. Time for drivin'. Hope Sam's not a singer.

Wow. Starting to get a little misty out there isn't it? And the road is really, really bumpy. REALLY bumpy. Is it even a road? It could be rubble.

Hell, Wisconsin

[anonymous]

Is Hell, Wisconsin a real place. Like a town ?

Re: Hell, Wisconsin

[fervens_deus]

Hell, Wisconsin was, in fact, a real place. However, it has since been devoured by Langoliers to make room for an interdimensional bipass. While this is unfortunate, all surviving denizens of Hell have been relocated to a better, less plague-filled place.

Re: Hell, Wisconsin

[fervens_deus]

You know. Toledo.

[fervens_deus]

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