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Character Voice Mail
"You've reached the number of Gray & Sons' watch shop and repair. Our store is no longer open for business, but your patronage has been appreciated. If you would like to leave a message for former proprietor Gabriel Gray, please do so after the tone." *Beeeep.* -
Neverworld
Gabriel Gray paced through the dreary streets of Brooklyn, a news paper held over his head to keep the light drizzle from soaking into his grey wool suit. His long features were set in a grim line, angered by the recent argument with his mother, still harping on him after all these years for maintaining his father's watch shop, rather than ( Read more... ) -
NGCS: Part 2
Sylar's eyes slipped closed as those sweet lips touched his cheek. He shivered, his mind at war with itself over what he wanted more. Mohinder, and what he promised, or the thrill of the kill. After having been out of commission for so long, a reaffirmation of his prowess, his control over life and death was intensely appealing. But after being ( Read more... ) -
The Sixth Extinction
Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either ( Read more... ) -
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RP: Lost Sons
Summary: Simmons wasn't lying when he said the Government had aprehended Samson Gray. Sylar gets a bare minimum of information out of him before the man goes for his gun and is microwaved into a puddle by Luke. Sensing a common spirit in the boy, Sylar baits Luke into following him with the bonus of stealing Mom's woodpanel station wagon. So ( Read more... ) -
For humanmapquest: Don't fret, Precious...
It was so very easy, once they were actually out of the FBI building.
Once they reached open streets, the black-clad man was no longer bound by the restraints of narrow corridors and seeming dead-ends. Once they were up and out he could sail across busy streets from roof to roof, no chance of agents catching them on foot, no hope they'd be quick ( Read more... )