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This is a general action post for Gabriel Sylar. Feel free to set up any reasonable scenario- probably the best is to meet him at his shop, Sylar Timepiece Restoration and Repair. He's there Monday through Friday, 9am to 5pm. If you'd like to set up anything unusual, feel free to PM me.
dreaming;;;
Apr. 19th, 2009 12:19 amIt's dark. It's possible to tell this because it's not pitch black. No, there is the occasional flourescent light on- security lights, of course. Nothing seems secure about this place, though. That light keeps blinking off occasionally, for instance, and it looks like one of the glass doors down the hall is shattered onto the floor.
It becomes clear after a little observation that this is an office, of some sort. Wide halls hide rooms with office desks, cabinets and computers. In one other direction, the glass becomes concrete at intervals. A giant number five is spray-painted onto it, in black.
The halls are the sort of quiet that comes from everything being shut down for awhile. Offices on the weekend, maybe even in the middle of the night. It's hard to tell, as the blinds are firmly drawn.
There is a bit of a sound, though- growing louder as if it's getting closer. It's the tick of some large clock. This is not the same as what the City hands out as punishment for being alone, this is different. This doesn't distract, it focuses. It almost seems to be pushing things along in an otherwise dead world. It's comforting, actually, having something to hang onto in a place that's so still.
[ooc: Feel free to have your character enter and interact. This is...uh, a normal dream for Sylar. Enjoy, guys! Oh, and just a warning- touching certain things in this dream will pull up memories.
ETA: I've been sick today, but I'm still slowly working on tags, I promise. <3]
It becomes clear after a little observation that this is an office, of some sort. Wide halls hide rooms with office desks, cabinets and computers. In one other direction, the glass becomes concrete at intervals. A giant number five is spray-painted onto it, in black.
The halls are the sort of quiet that comes from everything being shut down for awhile. Offices on the weekend, maybe even in the middle of the night. It's hard to tell, as the blinds are firmly drawn.
There is a bit of a sound, though- growing louder as if it's getting closer. It's the tick of some large clock. This is not the same as what the City hands out as punishment for being alone, this is different. This doesn't distract, it focuses. It almost seems to be pushing things along in an otherwise dead world. It's comforting, actually, having something to hang onto in a place that's so still.
[ooc: Feel free to have your character enter and interact. This is...uh, a normal dream for Sylar. Enjoy, guys! Oh, and just a warning- touching certain things in this dream will pull up memories.
ETA: I've been sick today, but I'm still slowly working on tags, I promise. <3]
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Worth a Thousand Words
Mar. 24th, 2009 07:57 pmI'm missing out on a good curse today, it sounds like. Hope you're all enjoying it- this City's really had a thing for sharing lately. I wonder why that is.
Congratulations on your win, Hiro. Good luck with the restructuring.
Private to Rudy Cooper;
It must've slipped in somehow, but I woke up today with quite the photo on my floor. That's...impressive, I have to admit. Is that you in it?
( ooc, so many photos )
Congratulations on your win, Hiro. Good luck with the restructuring.
Private to Rudy Cooper;
It must've slipped in somehow, but I woke up today with quite the photo on my floor. That's...impressive, I have to admit. Is that you in it?
( ooc, so many photos )
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