rp for girl_ofsecrets: can you teach me how to fight?

[heroslayer]

Twenty years ago, the Chelsea Piers had been a disaster area of collapsing sea walls, half-destroyed warehouses, and rickety boardwalks. Ten years ago, the city of New York had restored the place to its former glory, in the wake of its failed demolition. And now? Well, it's not the best neighborhood in the world, bordered by the Meat Packing District, but for the purposes of this exercise, Sylar figures it suits. It gives him free reign to kill anyone who bothers them, without fear of guilt, after all, and well. There probably won't be anyone around in the first place; most people still avoid this section of town.

The corners of his mouth tugging upwards into a pleased, wicked smile, he meanders down the boardwalk, heading for a warehouse he knows to be abandoned. It looks relatively rickety, like it's going to fall into the bay at any given moment, but he knows better--it's held up to super powered spars before. Still, that doesn't stop him from pausing outside of it, once he reaches it, to give it a once over. Nor does it stop him from taking a look inside, just to make sure there aren't squatters hanging around.

Then, once he's satisfied, he moves to the center of the room, leaning against a crate, listening for his niece. And to his credit, he manages to stand still for all of a minute and a half before he gets restless enough to start considering very literally climbing the walls. Hopefully, Claire will show up soon.

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[its-notluck.livejournal.com]

Claire flashes him an amused smile before she starts helping him to clean up things. Maybe the couple of crates are overkill but whatever helped to make him feel better, she figures. At least he would be breathing easier than and that's all she wanted, she didn't like seeing him tense and not just because it was safer for people if he was calmer. She liked seeing him calmer.

Watching him as he took care of the shards and the crates, she slides her hands into her pockets and then lifts her eyes to his with a little smile. "Feel better?" She could feel the heat still but she was fine, no burns. She remembered what it was like to be burned.

[heroslayer]

"Much." Really, he does. It's strange what a little wanton destruction can do for the hunger, when it's not really what he needs--it's not understanding anything. "I'm starving now, though."

He offers her a wan smile; apparently Peter was right about Ted's ability screwing with his metabolism.

[its-notluck.livejournal.com]

"Good." She smiles at him a little, nodding her head as she could tell that he was a little more relaxed which was nice to see. Then he admitted that he was starving and she had to admit that she was fairly hungry too. Not starving but hungry.

"Is ice cream going to be enough or do you want something more to eat?" She asks, tilting her head to the side as they leave the warehouse once more.

[heroslayer]

"I could stick to ice cream." He's hungrier than that, but the ice cream will tide him over until he can get home and raid his fridge. Or Mohinder's, assuming he drops by the loft, instead of going home, as is the norm for him. "Unless you wanted something more."

[its-notluck.livejournal.com]

"No, the ice cream is good enough for me." She nods, knowing that she could go home and eat afterwards if she felt like it. There were some left overs and enough to make anything else if she wanted it.

[heroslayer]

"Ice cream it is, then." He shrugs, taking another look around the room, just to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, and then, satisfied, he nods to no one in particular. He turns back to the door, stuffing his hands back into his pockets, and shoots her a glance. "Ready for ice cream, take two?"

[its-notluck.livejournal.com]

Claire glances around as they look for anything they might have missed but there wasn't anything. She had her purse and her phone, everything that she needed was on her. Glancing at him, she chuckles a little bit, almost sheepishly, "Yes, we should be able to get there now."