sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sylar (gabriel gray)

I feel as if I'm the only one in this city that isn't sick. I chalk this up to my copious hand-washing and genetically engineered immune system.

[Sheldon sounds pretty okay, all things considered. He doesn't really do guilt. Or anything except basic incredulity. So he's chilling like a villain in his new Sector Two apartment.]

I've been working on calculating the spread of the illness from Ground Zero. Anyone who wishes to contribute can text me whatever they discover. Don't come see me in person. I am not going to run out of hand sanitizer because people want to be friendly. Or sociable.

I don't want your cooties.

playthings

[ There's quite the text out there on the network tonight, Siren's Port, from a person who wishes to keep their identity quite under wraps. The anonymous communication is sent just as the sirens end, punctuating the alert for anyone looking over the feed. ]

A cage. That's what I'd call it. A well erected one with all the toysies we could hope for, all the people to make it feel like you never left, all the corruption of home... and then some.

A little birdy and her lovely pamphlet told me there's a secrets most people are keeping. Some of them don't even realize it. That everyone here is a little more than ordinary.

I disagree. Most people are ordinary or striving to be normal. Average. Mediocrity is soooooo fashionable.

B O R I N G

I wonder, could anyone really want to embrace anything more?

-Anonymous

[ There's an additional piece to this post should anyone be so inclined to open it up and take a peek. ]
( rabbit_hole.txt )

[ Brace yourself, Siren's Port, the game is about to begin. ]

(( ooc notes • welcome to jim's creepy ic intro. feel free to crack the code and respond to it (it's simple binary, you should be able to google for a decoder). ALL of jim's responses to this post will be anonymous texts only and he may throw in encryption or file attachments. ))

predominates

[ For Irene, her presence on the network has been spotty lately. And for her that meant business. But she realizes her last broadcast was her arrival, which would have to change. It was about time she made her video debut. She's also bored at the moment. It's just fun to keep people guessing.

She appears relaxed as she looks into her camera phone, lips freshly painted red and hair up in its distinctively complicated coif. The lace around her shoulders suggests something much more casual though. ]

Ooh, quite a lot of repressed emotions these days. Are we all done committing our deadliest sins already? Definitely made things interesting. [ yes, she's well aware that is old news, but it doesn't make it any less true; it was very revealing, in fact. ] Or was everyone busy on Monday?

[ an amused raise of both eyebrows. at least this will tell her how many people pay attention to the news -- something she's interested in knowing. ]

Nevermind that. Look at these new faces. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to say hello. My hands have been full. [ a smirk. ] How are we all doing? I'm fine for those wanting to ask.

ace_attorney

It looks like there are more of us coming in again... And some of us leaving, as always. So I'd like to welcome any new Newcomers to Siren's Port. I'm Phoenix Wright, and I'm a defense attorney. Let me assure you all... This place is crazy, but you'll find something to do and some way to make it. If you need assistance, there are people who'll help -- including Wright & Co., if it, um, happens to take an unfortunate turn.

(Well, that's it. But I never really knew how to end speeches... Or rather, someone else usually capped them with a spectacular breakdown or something... Guess I'd better just turn off the feed.)

jackedthename

[Hello, Siren's Port! Have a Jack Harkness showing up on your NV. He is currently sprawled on the couch in the apartment he's been sharing with Rose and the Tenth Doctor.]

Right. Been here a few months now, figure it's a good time to find a proper job. I've already gathered that no job I have here will be anything like mine at home, but I'll take what I can get. So. [Cue the charming smile.]

Served in the RAF, good with a gun, excellent people skills. What've you got for me, Siren's Port?

theorizes

[The NV does not show a person. Instead, he sends out a text. Because Skyping is for people who have achieved the first three tiers of friendship.

He's also rather freaked out by the Darkness and doesn't particularly want to show it on video feed, so he's just going to sit in his new starter apartment and pretend everything is perfectly normal and Leonard is going to come get him, thank you very much.]

I have been told by one [1] so-called expert in the field that I have been brought to an alternate dimension. As this is both ridiculous and impossible as I have not discovered it yet, I am waiting for an explanation that is both reasonable and able to be proven.

Until then, I will be waiting within this house of the American past-time, attempting to find a train station to return me to Pasadena.

Should they be within this "alternate dimension Canada", I require the presence of one [1] Leonard Hofstadter, provided he is not off wasting his time entertaining the company of two [2] scientists by the names of Rajesh Koothrappali and Howard Wolowitz or one [1] Cheesecake Factory waitress that lacks the education to know this is a ridiculous hallucination by the name of Penny.

By the terms of our friendship agreements, they need to be within this baseball diamond.

Now.

[And then, just as this text is sent out, another one follows it, from the same feed number.]

Amy, if you can read this, call me. Please.

I need to speak with you immediately.

hejhej

[A long, annoyed sigh. Lisbeth doesn't really like to apologize - hell, some would even say it's not in her vocabulary. But from what she experienced in the past week, there were a few people she cared about enough to apologize to for her unbridled behavior.]

If I was excessively agitated or violent towards you, I'm sorry.

Except for that Sylar asshole.

hejhej

[The room was dark and smoke can be seen coming from a cigarette burning in an ashtray just below the bottom of the video. Nothing stirs Lisbeth's face completely fills the screen. Her blue eyes are wide and it looks like someone went a little too heavy with the eyeliner today.]

I will find you.

[The feed cuts as Lisbeth moves away from the camera and puts the cigarette in her mouth.]

shifting

[Sam is sitting in his chair, tossing a tennis ball between his hands. contemplative. Frustrated.]

Since I've been trainin' hellhound puppies for the past couple weeks, I'd like to talk with everybody 'bout a topic I'm pretty familiar on - dogs and dominance.

Now, this is somethin' about dogs a lot of people think they understand, but really don't. For one thing, a lot of people don't understand how big it is in socialization. It's as important as it is with people, even if people aren't as ready to admit it's important to them too. We like to view everything as bein' equal, and everybody bein' on the same keel.

Well, dogs don't. Dogs like to know where they stand with each other. They like knowin' who's in charge and what's expected of them. Makes 'em feel safe, makes 'em feel secure. So there are dominant dogs and submissive dogs. And just like with people, dominant dogs can be fuckin' jerks about their power once they know they have it. They can use it to bully everybody else in the pack, just like people do with other people. Or they can be aggressive with everybody they meet no matter how they're treated 'cause they're mentally unstable, same with people.

But here's the difference - dogs don't pick fights they don't think they can win. Not the smart and sane ones. ...And right now you're probably rememberin' some time you've seen a tiny dog pick a fight with a doberman, and you're thinkin' I'm full of shit. Except that most times when that happens, that small dog's with their owner. That's a whole different matter - that's knowin' you've got backup, and a way out of the situation if you bite off more'n you can chew. 'Course, there's times a small dog'll run a bigger dog off, and that's got to do with how confident that big dog is in their size. There's times you can gruff your way through a situation on sheer posutrin', but that's a risky game. An' dogs know it. Most times, the moment the other dog proves he's not gonna buy it - which often means bitin' or a physical tussle - the smarter, smaller dog gives the game up. They crouch low and they stay quiet, 'cause it's clear they can't push their way through his situation. They don't crouch with a snarl, they don't roll over with a growl - they just fuckin' crouch low and wait for the situation to defuse. Or they run.

[He catches the ball one last time and leans forward, staring steadily] You know why they do that? Because it's not fuckin' worth it. Pushin' a situation you can't win, mouthin' off and actin' like a smartass when it's just been proved your ass can't handle what you're spoutin' is suicide. You don't challenge a healthy, strong dominant when you're weaker'n they are and you've got no one to dig you out. You just don't do it. You wait 'til they're weak, 'til they're sick, and you know you've got a chance. Challengin' before that is only goin' to tip 'em off and put them on their guard anyhow.

Now, this ain't the same as when you've got somethin' real to guard. When some bear or wolf or whatever comes into a dog's territory and threatens 'em, or their pups, or their people or their pack - that's different. Then a fight might be your only option to keep your people safe. Not always, but sometimes, sure. But when you've got nothin' at stake - when you're just growlin' at someone dangerous 'cause you don't like them, or you don't like what they do or they did, and you don't have the means at the time to do somethin' about it - you aren't protectin'. You're challenging. Which makes it a matter of proving dominance, and which means that 'less you wanna come out of it maimed or dead, you'd better know your weight beforehand.

cheerhealer

What did you do to him, Sylar? [ Not even bothering to private it. She sounds absolutely, positively livid. ]

Where is he?

cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

bestowsgifts

[ Fire.

That is what is first shown. Fire casting its deadly green light, around and around, a manic, frenzy dance of hellish flames. Finally, the flames died down, showing the head and shoulders of a woman with a pale complexion with a greenish light to her skin. Her eyes are bright and alert, completely yellow and holds herself with poise. ]

I have been told the basics of this strange world, that involves with its Core. A kind gentleman whose occupation, I believe, is to be so informative.

[ Too bad Maleficent was, at the time, to be in no mood for any helpful fools - she sent a few lightning bolts along his way when he stutters his first few sentences. ]

How curious this thing is, this Core.

But what I am more interested in is its children, the beasts that prowl at night.

I like to know more about them.

askedtobe

[ Seated in the corner of the couch in his living room, Peter's looking better than he probably has in months. Less tired, less haggard. Less miserable. You might say he even almost looks... happy. ]

Probably should've spoken up sooner, but-- lost track of time the past few days. [ There's a glance off camera for a second before Peter's clearing his throat and focusing. ]

Starting to think the newspaper really should start trying to be a little more thorough with its investigative work before it tells everyone i've died. Back when the Joker-- Uhm, there's a reason they didn't recover the body. [ a beat ] 'Cause I survived. So if anyone saw that, read it.. i'm fine. Nothing to worry about.

And-- [ After a put upon sigh, for a couple seconds, Peter holds his NV up against his chest, muffling both visuals and sound as he, off camera, takes care of something. But he's back on screen momentarily. Just technical difficulties, folks. ]

If anyone saw that bit in the paper about the aliens? Wouldn't worry about it too much. That was kind of-- [ he sighs; he really doesn't actually want to bring this up, but better to keep rumors spreading than not. ] The Darkness monster population in one of the sectors got kind of overcrowded, figured it was an easy way to take care of it all at once. Sorry about that.

[ And after a forced smile sort of a thing, he clicks his NV off. ]

[ ic replies will likely come a couple hours later. ]

doctor_mccoy

[ Audio kicks in before the feed does, only for a few seconds and with it comes the dull buzz of distant voices and lazy not-quite-bustle of a restaurant, a diner perhaps, which becomes clearer with the slanted view of a waitresses elbow as she passes, and the florescent lights above. The NV is propped up (properly). The man is disheveled, exhausted, but god knows he's probably been awake since he arrived late last night, but then who could sleep after that? ]

"You're kiddin' me right now...."

[At least the coffee he has clutched between his hands is probably helping, or just fueling his already exasperated bewilderment of the entire situation. Thankfully no one knows him enough to recognize that the sardonic expression on his face is just the little sputtering fuse on it's way to the dynamite.]

"Sorry I ducked out of the welcoming parade, aloha's and floral leis aren't exactly my thing." [That's dripping sarcasm boys and girls, because by aloha's he means "monsters" and by parade he means what the hell just happened? ]

"I'm guessing my road to enlightenment is paved with questions, so if anyone can spare a minute to fill me in on what exactly is going on here that wasn't covered in the vacation brochure, I'd be obliged."

[Don't expect him to show much appreciation, but he'd really like to fill in the blanks. Oh and feel free to join him in the diner, but expect to pay, seems he left his wallet in the 23rd century.]

showbizpanache

Good evening, everyone. First of all I'd like to thank everyone who has submitted something to the Out of the Darkness project thus far. Submissions are open indefinitely, so I strongly encourage everyone to consider making a post and to spread the word as much as possible.

Secondly, the Community Center has been offered as a location to hold support group meetings for those who have suffered losses in the Port. If anyone is still interested, please let me know what day and time suits you best, so we can coordinate a schedule.

[He takes a breath.] Now, without further ado, here are today's Out of the Darkness submissions. The second submission mentions suicide, so please bear that in mind before reading.

( Aurican; video )

( Anonymous text; trigger warning for mentions of suicide )

( Claire Bennet; voice )

[Back to Kurt.]

Feel free to respond with your own messages, or discuss what the messages mean to you. Thanks again to all of you for making this happen. You're all so brave and generous. And I can't stress enough how important this is.

cheerhealer

[ The feed begins with a birds eye view of a small living room, laminated wooden flooring and very sparse furniture. In a corner is a stuffed manatee (one of two stuffed animals she had gotten for Christmas) laying on the bottom of a floor lamp. A young woman appears in the feed, hair thrown up in a casual ponytail. On the couch is a large pile of clothing.

She's humming something as she brings in a large load of laundry in a basket in her arms. Perhaps it's a familiar tune. She sets the basket on the ground and picks up a cardigan. ]

99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. [ She puts it onto the arm of the couch. ] Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.

98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall. [ She slips a sweater over her shirt from the basket before going back to folding laundry. It's all kinds, really; athletic clothing, dresses, thongs, bras. ]

( ((not an ic cut)) )

68 bottles of beer on the wall, 68 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 67 bottles of beer. [ She finally finishes with sorting her large load of laundry. She tosses the basket up to wherever the NV is currently situated, effectively clicking off the video. ]