Late at night, Gabriella would often consider whether or not evil, and hate could rub off on someone like a contact high. She didn’t know these people. They hadn’t done to her the things that they had done to her partner; her other self, yet from all he had told her, and the obvious effect it had had on him, a pit of pure loathing and disgust had started to brew deep inside her, and with time it started to bubble. And now, here at the door of Angela Petrelli it was overflowing, that obvious in the darkness that seemed to glint in her eyes.
A smirk crossed her face at the miming of the key, along with the shake of her head. Always the show off, but in some ways it was something she appreciated – she liked it when he would gloat, at least when it came to things they could both do. When he showed off all the things he kept from her, her body and mind filled with bitter jealousy that she couldn’t do it, and that she wasn’t strong enough to overtake him to take them. While she might be able to get them, she knew he would find her, and tear her apart, and even the healing ability she desired wouldn’t be able to stitch her together again.
She followed him in, making sure to stay quiet as she did, looking around each and every way, and even carefully going to corners, hand out to make sure no one was hiding in one, out of sight. The hall was clear though, and she focused her hearing for any sign of movement in the house, while she let him do his thing.
“Well we shouldn’t deny her the game she wants to play,” she responded quietly, looking around at the grandness of the house, and then down the hall, before her gaze went back to Sylar. “Up and down, or left and right?”
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Date: 2010-08-28 12:43 pm (UTC)A smirk crossed her face at the miming of the key, along with the shake of her head. Always the show off, but in some ways it was something she appreciated – she liked it when he would gloat, at least when it came to things they could both do. When he showed off all the things he kept from her, her body and mind filled with bitter jealousy that she couldn’t do it, and that she wasn’t strong enough to overtake him to take them. While she might be able to get them, she knew he would find her, and tear her apart, and even the healing ability she desired wouldn’t be able to stitch her together again.
She followed him in, making sure to stay quiet as she did, looking around each and every way, and even carefully going to corners, hand out to make sure no one was hiding in one, out of sight. The hall was clear though, and she focused her hearing for any sign of movement in the house, while she let him do his thing.
“Well we shouldn’t deny her the game she wants to play,” she responded quietly, looking around at the grandness of the house, and then down the hall, before her gaze went back to Sylar. “Up and down, or left and right?”