Mohinder Suresh was still getting acquainted with the sights and smells of this horrid facility. He'd only just finished being processed through a couple of weeks before, and he spent most of his free time searching for someone he knew. Anyone
( ... )
The commotion certainly caught Sylar's attention. He slid the tray he'd been about to load with food back on the rack and broke from the line, moving stealthily around to get a look at the action. He could have smack his face with the sudden rush of irony when he realized the fight involved a certain geneticist who had somehow managed to get himself thrown in here! He wondered what high-minded, noble deed had earned the Indian that ticket.
Still, he wasn't the only one who'd taken notice of the fighting. There were guards moving this way. Two of them, and that was not going to do Sylar any good if they decided the geneticist was the cause of the fighting
( ... )
Mohinder had been about to land an amazingly placed hit when his world shifted. He hit the cold floor with a thud, air escaping his lungs. The next thing he felt were fists on the back of his head, and so he reached back to cover his skull with interwoven fingers, back rising and falling quickly. What the hell had happened?!
And before he could even stand, someone was holding him down. He would have assumed it was a guard, but the voice sounded familiar. Mohinder had to wait out the final sweep for mischief by disgruntled guards but when he heard the others dispersing and felt that hand leave his back, he pushed himself up quickly and spun upon the owner of that hand. "Leave me.....alone
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Sylar shot Mohinder the sort of look that usually follows a roll of the eyes, with out actually going through that motion. "You can get up now."
He stood with out offering a hand, grabbed the apple that had started the fight, polished it on his jumpsuit and took a bite from it. He seated himself on the opposite side of Mohinder's tray, waiting for the Indian to join him.
If he were honest, it was quite a relief to see some one he actually knew, too. Someone with whom he had a real connection. It just wasn't under the most ideal circumstances.
Mohinder frowned when Sylar verbally poked him over how optimistic he could be. "In this case, hope trumps caffeine," he said pointedly, thinking back to that day. "And you deserve to be here. While I may deserve some form of punishment for the things that I did, this is not right." He wasn't an animal.
"But I'm not being punished for murder, Doctor. As far as they're concerned, I was doing them a favor. Can't you gather that much from the very existence of the Games? They reward the person with the highest body count in there, or at least pretend to.
"I'm just in here to be controlled, to have my power stripped from me, same as you. Your ethics are about as valuable in here as a parachute on a sinking ship," he grinned mirthlessly over his oatmeal.
The Doctor scowled at him. "Any discomfort you suffer in here, you deserve. That's all I'm saying." He finished off the last of his oatmeal and then drank his sub-par coffee.
"...Have you seen Peter in here?" Another hope of Mohinder's was to find his old friend and form some kind of a plan. No, Mohinder's optimism would never die. "He disappeared last year but I didn't hear if he was captured or not."
"No," Sylar shook his head confidently. "So far it seems like all the heroes have managed to slip through the cracks. Just about everyone I've met has been a new face for me. There may be one or two off your old list, but like I said, my memory isn't perfect any more."
He didn't react openly to Mohinder's taunts of deserving this place, but he didn't discount the jabs and barbs, either. He wasn't about to cause problems here in the open, but Mohinder might just come to regret such things, later.
He nodded slowly and then took a long look around. "I think I know what I have to do."
Just then, Samuel sat down next to Mohinder, leaning his back against the Indian's shoulder. "Fancy meeting you here," he said in that casually sultry way.
The Indian scooted left a few inches to get away, but Samuel followed him and swung his legs around, sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the doctor. "And what are we discussing, gentlemen?"
"Just discussing how much I'm looking forward to seeing your name come up next Lottery, Sully. You're about due, aren't you? How many times you think they've pulled your card for all those assaults? They're going to have to find a pretty sick minded patron for anyone to want to spend any cash on you," Sylar sneered, his whole body going rigid.
"Oh, you mean like you?" Sully asked, smiling sweetly. "Word on the street is you've cleared out quite a few specials. Now, being a man who enjoys collecting specials, that's offensive to me. What say you, Doctor Suresh?"
Mohinder lifted a brow and then shrugged his shoulders. "Personally I find anyone offensive if they want to collect abilities in any sort of way. People are people no matter what."
Samuel smiled slowly at Mohinder, then draped his arm over the doctor's bony shoulders and smiled at Sylar. "I could learn a lot from you, Dr. Suresh!" he proclaimed.
Sylar looked at Mohinder incredulously. "You'll clock me in the face, but you just sit there next to this slimy bastard?"
It was disgusting. Mohinder wasn't honestly entertaining the idea, was he...? No. Not possible, but still, it was disgusting to watch.
And he was not the type to do that, just sit by. He stood, putting his hands on the table to lean in toward Samuel. "You are going to get up and leave this table, Mr. Sullivan, and then you are going to leave Doctor Suresh and me alone for the rest of your brief duration in this facility.
"If you don't, I'm not going to wait for the Games to see your brains plastered across the ground. Attractive as terrakinesis sounds, I'm not going to have much of a real shot at it, anyway."
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Still, he wasn't the only one who'd taken notice of the fighting. There were guards moving this way. Two of them, and that was not going to do Sylar any good if they decided the geneticist was the cause of the fighting ( ... )
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And before he could even stand, someone was holding him down. He would have assumed it was a guard, but the voice sounded familiar. Mohinder had to wait out the final sweep for mischief by disgruntled guards but when he heard the others dispersing and felt that hand leave his back, he pushed himself up quickly and spun upon the owner of that hand. "Leave me.....alone ( ... )
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He stood with out offering a hand, grabbed the apple that had started the fight, polished it on his jumpsuit and took a bite from it. He seated himself on the opposite side of Mohinder's tray, waiting for the Indian to join him.
If he were honest, it was quite a relief to see some one he actually knew, too. Someone with whom he had a real connection. It just wasn't under the most ideal circumstances.
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"I'm just in here to be controlled, to have my power stripped from me, same as you. Your ethics are about as valuable in here as a parachute on a sinking ship," he grinned mirthlessly over his oatmeal.
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"...Have you seen Peter in here?" Another hope of Mohinder's was to find his old friend and form some kind of a plan. No, Mohinder's optimism would never die. "He disappeared last year but I didn't hear if he was captured or not."
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He didn't react openly to Mohinder's taunts of deserving this place, but he didn't discount the jabs and barbs, either. He wasn't about to cause problems here in the open, but Mohinder might just come to regret such things, later.
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Just then, Samuel sat down next to Mohinder, leaning his back against the Indian's shoulder. "Fancy meeting you here," he said in that casually sultry way.
The Indian scooted left a few inches to get away, but Samuel followed him and swung his legs around, sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh with the doctor. "And what are we discussing, gentlemen?"
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Mohinder lifted a brow and then shrugged his shoulders. "Personally I find anyone offensive if they want to collect abilities in any sort of way. People are people no matter what."
Samuel smiled slowly at Mohinder, then draped his arm over the doctor's bony shoulders and smiled at Sylar. "I could learn a lot from you, Dr. Suresh!" he proclaimed.
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It was disgusting. Mohinder wasn't honestly entertaining the idea, was he...? No. Not possible, but still, it was disgusting to watch.
And he was not the type to do that, just sit by. He stood, putting his hands on the table to lean in toward Samuel. "You are going to get up and leave this table, Mr. Sullivan, and then you are going to leave Doctor Suresh and me alone for the rest of your brief duration in this facility.
"If you don't, I'm not going to wait for the Games to see your brains plastered across the ground. Attractive as terrakinesis sounds, I'm not going to have much of a real shot at it, anyway."
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