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"You've reached Gabriel Sylar. I'm not available right now, but I'll return your call as soon as possible. Please leave a message."

[Or you can leave him an email or a text. He's up on all that, honest.]

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][ PHONE CALL

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"Hello, Gabriel speaking." Clipped, distracted. As if he didn't look at the caller ID.

][ PHONE CALL

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"Really?" He says, after a pause. He sounds almost disbelieving. "You're welcome, although I- well, I'm glad it worked."

After another pause- "How have you been feeling, Eden?"

][ PHONE CALL

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"Too true," is the murmured reply.

"Is the nausea supposed to last long? Hopefully, it'll pass soon, at least somewhat." It's an awkward attempt at conversation, but the sentiment appears to be sincere.

][ PHONE CALL

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Well, I hope it doesn't. But I'm sure you'll get through it fine, whatever happens." Confidence is injected into the tone, trying to be encouraging.

][ PHONE CALL

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"That's right, I did." He sounds both pleased and a little cautious.

][ PHONE CALL

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

"That's what I do."

He pauses, and suddenly it's hard to tell the tone of his voice. He might not even know how he feels, right now. "It's what makes me crazy, isn't it? But at least there's that. I can tell if things are working the way they're supposed to."

][ PHONE CALL

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"Is it, really?" he asks, but the voice isn't accusatory. "Stay well, then, Eden. Or well enough, at any rate."

[ooc: Apologies for slowness- when I've not been working, I've been sick as a dog. ;____; ]

text;

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you up for a little ass-kicking tonight?

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[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

Let me clear out my busy schedule. ;)

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dude, did you just WINK at me? whatever. meet you underground. gonna be a good time tonight.

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Yes, I did. I've been corrupted by the warden, I admit it.

See you tonight.

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you start using that fucking... what is it. BRB and shit like that? i'm finding someone else to fight with. that's just fucked up.

will do. they have any places open late around here? slaying makes me wicked hungry after.

text; *spams some more SOB why am i awake*

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back in your right head yet?

text; go to sleeeep

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Yep. I'm back. And swearing off all-natural foods for the rest of my life.

text; n clearly reading my political blogs and twop is a better idea

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this mean i get that burger? the waffles were nice, not gonna lie, but damn.

met your biggest fan. cute kid. kind of a smartass, but i can't judge.

text; go to SLEEEP, you cannot process if you do not sleep B|

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Steak. Every meal today- okay, maybe sausage in the morning.

Cute? Glad to see his defense mechanism didn't phase you.

text; i slept for like five hours, okay. 8| i am... awakeish

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i like mine bloody. and you better fucking believe i get to come along.

like i said, i can't judge. he's funny, at least.

text; well...all right then. >_>

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Of course. I'm a little surprised it took you as long as it did to figure me out.

He can be.

text; ahahaha, enabler. :P

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i just screwed my brains out, and no one ever called me the smartest one in the room. i'm the hammer, not the blueprints. something like that. cut me some freaking slack.

you should let him come along tonight. after yesterday, you and me are gonna go at it hard. he can see what a real fight looks like.

text; hey, it's how much sleep I got. >_>;

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I wasn't being overly obvious either, I suppose.

Sure. I'll bring him. He should see what we can handle.

text; AMY sleep moar </hypocrisy>

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sneaky bastard.

sweet. oh, hey, i got niko to give me an interview. so if i can convince him i'm not... a loose canon or whatever, i can stop making you play sugar daddy at some point. and if not, i heard there's a club underground with strippers. save me a walk for hunting.

[ooc: Do you have plans for Sylar on the dream curse? 'Cos I was thinking maybe he could get a look at what Faith is really capable of. >.>]

text; you sleep moar first

[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

I've been accused of that before.

Believe me, if I was worried about paying, I wouldn't have. But good luck with your interview. I think you can convince him.

[ooc: Oh my. >____> I haven't planned anything yet. Also, bbiab, doctor's appointment. ]

text; YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME

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big freaking shock.

not about whether you can. it's about not taking charity. i only took it from you cuz i'm fucking broke and you kick my ass with your powers. it's a good trade.

...don't give me shit, but i'm kinda worried.

[ooc: >:D When it gets closer, we'll talk? Idk how public I want to make Faith's dreams, but I can think of a couple people who would further the Issues be enlightened by her dreams. Also, good luck! ♥ *hugs*]

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You kick my ass, too, so I'm not sure it's a good trade. Can't I just get you food because I like the company? Don't usually have anyone to eat with.

Don't be worried. You're more stable than me, and I can hold down my own business. You'll be fine.

text; SOB PRETEND I DIDN'T TOTALLY SCREW THIS RESPONSE UP AND HAVE TO EDIT

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makes it a better one. i'm getting you in shape and taking it out in trade.

yeah, the last time i had a steady job that didn't involve killing shit or the us penitentiary system was never. bussing tables and taking off my clothes while i worked my way from boston to the dale doesn't count.

plus, my references or whatever are for shit. only ones left who know me in the city are b's little sister who is really not a fan, and red and her girl. and they both think my ass should still be in prison. wes, but... yeah, wes is a touchy subject.

and angel, but i already take enough from him. not asking for any more.