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slippedagear.livejournal.com

Sylar - Gabriel? Crap, he really needed to get his head straightened out - was currently trying to act normal, after a few weeks of avoiding, oh, pretty much the universe.

Being forcibly re-gifted with a conscience might do that to a guy.

Normal, for him, mostly meant messing around with chalks on the sidewalk, sketching the surrounding trees, and wondering if any of his artistic talent was really his.

[ooc: for a small electric blonde; open after for SP]

soho-angel.livejournal.com

One quiet afternoon found Aziraphale at the bulletin board, putting up a notice written in old-fashioned flowing script.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

A non-denominational, interfaith prayer assembly will be held at the Golden Horsehoe in Frontierland, three nights hence at sunset. All are welcome, regardless of faith or lack thereof, who come with respect and peaceable intentions.

If interested, please make a note of it here or via post to Mr. Fell at Club 33. Questions or comments are welcome.

---

((Sylar is scheduled to wander by and be a nuisance, but anyone else who wants to get involved is welcome))

slippedagear.livejournal.com

Sylar had answered a few letters since the last showdown with Jenny and Katou, but otherwise kept a low profile for the time being. And yes, he had to recover again from getting the crap beat out of him, thank you very much.

Seriously, didn't people around here have better things to do?

To distract himself, he was testing his physical reactions to many, many, many successive rides, and was currently of the theory that time didn't move faster or slower, but possibly *did* stop while you were yelling as the cars accelerated.

Right now, he was waiting for the next train to pull in, so he could get on the ride for attempt #212.

[open! And apologies for my recent absence]

swordandchalice.livejournal.com

Of course, Setsuna had promised Kira he wouldn't do anything rash, and as far as Setsuna was concerned warning Zane for the future wasn't rash at all but in fact careful planning. Naturally, Kira might completely disagree with this, but Setsuna wasn't taking chances because he'd be damned if he had any more friends get hurt due to some random bastard that came into Disneyland.

Zane,

What kind of asshole beats on a lady like Cayce is beyond me. She sure as hell didn't deserve what you did, and while I'm willing to let this go this time, you ever do something like that again and I'll pound you into the fucking ground. Don't mess with my friends.

We've had a good peaceful thing going on here and I'm not going to let anyone ruin that. Don't pull shit like that again? And everything'll be fine between us. I'll leave you be, you leave my friends be.

- Setsuna

Current Mood: enraged

centuryjenny.livejournal.com

Disney Inmates:

Seems like you've been here for a while and no one's yet been enough of a prat to try and take charge. Good on you! Seeing you lot not killing each other and working for the common good is almost enough to make an old anarchist shed a tear.

But its come to my attention that there are a few superbastards who haven't got the message. Which is why I'm offering up my services. Anyone fucks with you and you can't fuck back, please write your Auntie Jenny, and she'll make sure the bullies learn to play nice. Unless you bloody well deserved it, in which case write me anyway, I could use a laugh.

Comments or Concerns? I probably don't care, but go ahead anyway.

Love,

Jenny Sparks

( Letter to Elle )

( Letter to Sylar )

( Letter to Una )

Current Mood: working

slippedagear.livejournal.com

... Elle and Sylar had progressed from appreciating small waffle cones to considering ice cream sundaes, perfectly civilized. Sylar might have been squishing and dripping a little.

Just two nice socieopaths being social.

[for Elle, and various others on their way!]

elle-sparks.livejournal.com

Elle was bored again. She hadn't seen Spike in ages, so she decided she was going to go look for him.

She was unaware of any imminent threat that might be lurking, despite Cayce's recent warning about someone looking for her.

[post is open, but first thread is for Sylar & Elle (and the Mickey cops) only. read here for more info.]

elle-sparks.livejournal.com

Elle was bored.

A bored Elle was a very bad thing.

There was no telling what kind of trouble she could get herself into.

slippedagear.livejournal.com

Having finally healed up (as well as he could) from Crowley's little interference, Sylar was out and about again. Mostly just trying to relax with a candy apple, but keeping his eyes open for people of-- interest.

[been a while, but open for anyone!]

veronica-pi.livejournal.com

Veronica was on her way to the Frontierland fruit stand when she spotted a familiar face out in front of Pirates of the Caribbean.

An extremely familiar face. Except she was used to seeing it without bangs. Dammit, Logan was right. She hated when that happened.

Veronica paused, trying to figure out how to approach her. Should she approach her?

((For Elle. Bystanders welcome, but grab one of us before interferring.))

Current Mood: confused

caycep

((Closed to Cayce, Sylar, and Crowley.))

( Cayce had developed a bit of a prejudice against vague, unspecific warnings )

((ETA: Warnings for violence, language, and torture, albeit nothing significantly worse than what you'd see on network TV these days—apart from the f-bombs in Cayce's inner monologue and from Crowley.))

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: David Bowie, "I'm Deranged"

slippedagear.livejournal.com

He couldn't resist any longer. He'd been so good lately. If you define 'good' as 'self-preservational'. He hadn't tried to open up anyone else's heads. He hadn't even committed any small assaults. He'd lucked out that Pippi hadn't noticed his attempt to open her skull.

Sylar's need to screw with the inscrutable was now inevitable.

So he was taking apart one of the damn clocks on Main street, and trying to make it work. He had to fix something.

[open as open can be, for as long as you want]

no1likeher.livejournal.com

As evening of what was apparently Valentines day set in, Pippi sat herself down in the tree covered area between the outdoor seating for the French Market and the Fast Pass nook for the Haunted Mansion.

Normally she'd be out in the open but there were no stars to gaze at. At night the spot seems somehow secluded and maybe even a little moody. The nearest source of light being a small porch light on the conductor's shack aaaall the way on the other side of the tracks at the New Orleans Square station. The patterns of the leaves and the way the dim light played on them gave her something to look at and find patterns in the way she would have with clouds and stars if there ever were any.

She leaned back against a tree, nibbled on some Valentines day goodies, and wondered if there was a window in Heaven that would let her Mama see her here.

"I sure hope you can see me Mama. I mean, I'm used to not being able to see you but I imagine that if you don't got a window over this place you must be going batty."

Current Mood: contemplative

slippedagear.livejournal.com

Sylar was getting dangerously bored. It had taken a while, but exploring the park, getting the basic layout, and avoiding anyone who might become a problem had all provided a good distraction. For a time.

He'd also found some sidewalk chalk. Currently he was outlining a small cityscape outside the ice-cream shop, in neon-orange, gold, and black.

If you think he was hoping to have a psychic vision of what would happen next, you'd be right.

[open! and ping Sylar's voicemail here if you want to leave him something to get a vision of.]

bloodandchips.livejournal.com

After talking to Mickey Mouse (and wasn't that an odd phrase), Spike set out for the Haunted Mansion. Worth checking out, at least. He'd had plenty of time while ~~hiding~~ lurking in the souvenir to study an absurdly colourful map of the Park. He'd never been to the real Disneyland and he was regretting that now. Drusilla would have loved it.

He took his time getting to the Mansion, looking around as he walked. The buildings were no more than elaborate theatrical scenery, lacking only the actors. Or perhaps that was why he and the others had been brought here. All the world's a stage, indeed.

((He's wandering through New Orleans Square. Feel free to approach him.))

slippedagear.livejournal.com

After a weekend in ToonTown, Sylar had pretty much had enough of his lovely 'assigned' home. The 24/7 music was just the start of his personal nightmare. The primary colors didn't help either. And it was so cheerful he was tempted to go adolescent and enter a Goth phase.

Which was why he was scouting out locations for another home base. (And possibly one or two places to conceal himself.)

[ooc: open RP!]

slippedagear.livejournal.com

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
( In which Sylar lies. A lot. )

[ooc & ETA: many many details on plans for Sylar to come in this post, if this application is accepted; I understand there's a no-death field in effect here, but I hope to wreak a little mayhem if allowed.

ETA: Now with LJ-cut. *apologizes*]

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Entries tagged with sylar

Monday afternoon, somewhere on Main Street

Bulletin Board Announcement

The Matterhorn, ride #211

Letter to Sylar

Bulletin Announcement (And a Few Letters)

Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor - same Saturday night

Somewhere in Toon Town - Dusk

Around the Park - Open RP

Main Street USA - Monday evening, before the fireworks

New Orleans Square, Morning

Funny how secrets travel

Main Street, Saturday afternoon

(Closed RP) Pippi, Sylar

Open RP: Main Street Cone Shop

Day of Arrival, just after dark - New Orleans Square (Open RP)

Monday afternoon, around the Park

Application: Sylar

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