022: may god have mercy on our dirty little hearts

[heroslayer]

[written simply, as someone doesn't trust his voice at the moment]

He's gone.

[yeah, Mohinder's gone home. he'll be on the roof, if anyone cares to try tracking him down, though he probably won't be much for company. if not because he doesn't say much but because he'll be trying to kill whoever dares to bother him. because, you know, violence fixes everything, right?]

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[imnot_likeyou]

[and here, Sylar, have a Sam. He's probably not someone you want to see either, but he's off being broody over the whole Ruby mess, and probably won't bother you that much]

[heroslayer]

[ohay! a do-gooder to throw off the roof! ... that requires effort, though, so Sam can keep his life--check back when he's had a couple of days to shut down emotionally. for now he's just going to wander over to the edge of the roof, sit down, and pull his knees up to his chest]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam watches him for a minute, before swallowing and looking down at his journal again]

Bad week, huh?

[heroslayer]

[flatly] My fiancee left. We were supposed to get married, sometime this month. [actually last month, but between his loss and then Mohinder's, there wasn't time. fucking castle] And the last memories I have of him here, he was on a loss.

[so, you tell him]

[encryptedlock]

[Oh, what the hell. It's about time they met anyway.

Have a York on the roof, watching you carefully. Looks like Washington, all right, but Wash isn't really the brooding type. Still, it's not easy to tell unless someone talks....]

[heroslayer]

[York might have to be the one to start the conversation. he's not going to do much beyond sit near the edge and stare out at the city unless someone prompts him]

[encryptedlock]

[Which, after a little bit, he will. Still cautiously, though - whichever one this is, he doesn't look like he's in a particularly good mood.]

Yo.

[heroslayer]

[looks up after a moment, slowly, his expression somewhere between perfectly neutral and just a bit dead] York, isn't it?

Sylar

[not_myfirstday]

[written after a lot and we're talking monumental pausing]

I'm sorry, if you -- or Molly need anything, let me know.

[Elle]

[heroslayer]

[sort of icily] Thank you.

[not that he's trying to be a prick, he's just trying not to fall apart, so if he talks it's going to be like that]

[Sylar]

[not_myfirstday]

Are you going to be You're welcome.

[Elle]

[heroslayer]

[no, he's really not going to be] I might be sending Molly to stay with Parkman. I don't know.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette always was a bit to stubborn for her own well being]

Are you all right?

[heroslayer]

[bluntly] No.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Then do you truly think That is something you wish to broadcast so publicly?

[heroslayer]

If they have a problem, I'll kill them. Simple as that. [pause] So yes. It is.

[imnotanyone.livejournal.com]

[Matt's still got the flat, dead voice thing going]

You too, huh.

[heroslayer]

[sounds a little cold, himself] Yeah.

[imnotanyone.livejournal.com]

[also, is... rambling]

I thought this was a good place to be, when I got here. Now it's not any better than where I left.

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[simply just comes up and sits next to him silently, staring out over the gardens and the trees and into the mountains. Glances at him, once, but merely just sits. She's grieving too.]

[heroslayer]

[shoots her a little look, and then nods a bit, looking back out over the view. and after a moment, haltingly, he reaches for her hand]

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[funny sort of small smile as he takes her hand, but she lets him, and even threads her fingers through his, giving them a small squeeze. sighs quietly]

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[Molly doesn't say anything after a while. she's surprised she isn't crumbling like she always thought she would; she didn't really, when her parents died, and she really only sulked when Daniella and Jay left but this should hit her just as hard as her parents should've. she's read through the conversations and overheard those that aren't filtered from her eyes and ears -- Mohinder's gone. just like everyone she loves: gone. her breathing is heavy and labored and every time she opens her mouth to try to say something -- what, she has no idea -- nothing comes out, just silence and more harsh breaths]

I'm -- [she tries to apologize but it falls short on her lips]

[heroslayer]

[just grunts a bit, acknowledging where she didn't go with that. he'd actually try saying something, but he's been crying, and he doesn't trust his voice not to give him away]

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[...is so tempted to draw him a picture]