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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 21:42:49 GMT
Tosh busied herself tidying up Owen's area and looked at the readouts from Claude's blood sample, "We should get you something to eat..." she muttered mutely. His chart said that he had a good white blood cell count, in fact everything was completely normal. "And run some more tests. That's if your stamina's up to the treadmill this time..."
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 17, 2008 22:09:51 GMT
Elle swallowed, her eyes shifting nervously between Adam and Sylar. She flicked her tongue against her dry lips that still tasted of strawberry lipgloss.
She sighed, glaring at Adam before galvanizing his thigh. She snickered and then looked back to Sylar. She honestly felt like a duck out of water being in the presence of both men, but she had to keep her cool.
"Well, the virus is a strain of the shanti virus," Elle squeaked, Sylar's hand on her cheek was slightly comforting. "And through research they determined that one of the antidote's is the blood of Mohinder Suresh....There are sooooo many different strains though. They totally didn't inject you with some sissy version. You've got the big bad mondo superduper version. Now will that one, they're still kinda working on the antidote, recent studies have shown it may have to do with regenerative blood."
She paused, suddenly she had a craving for Greek food, Dolmades to be exact. "So...yeah, shooting Moho and letting the boy wonder wander off with him? Not such a smart idea, buddyboy."
She gave a smirk, before grabbing a strand of her coconut conditioner scented hair and chewing it. It was a terrible habit she had since childhood. She chewed her hair when she was anxious.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2008 22:17:35 GMT
Sylar worried at his forearm, he could see tracks there, multiple needle marks from repeated tests. He was very angry. Incredibly angry. So angry that if he had been able to manipulate things with his mind most of the glass items in the room would have shattered or otherwise smashed. In the absense of his ability he picked up a large beaker and threw it at the wall.
He leant on the countertop and tried to regain his breath and then returned to the girl, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Where will he have been taken?" He asked.
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 22:18:29 GMT
"Tests!" Claudes' voice rose in alarm. "No way... you lot aren't doing more tests on me." He growled and rubbed his arm. "Got blood from me and as far as I'm concerned - that's all yer gettin'." He glared his blue eyes flashing his annoyance. "Your boss will be wanting you to move out soon, so testing me won't be an issue." He gave the tread mill a kick with his foot. "Those things are for lab rats, been there , done that and got the box of bloody tee shirts."
He saw Tosh wince but he hated being examined like a piece of meat. His blood boiled at teh thought of being used in this way. "If Torchwood only wants me for testing... then I'm outta here pronto."
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 22:22:16 GMT
Tosh swallowed, slightly scared at his view of anger, "I'm... I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure... you were better." She said in a small voice. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing. She could see what he was thinking, "You... you can leave whenever you want. I just wanted to take care of you."
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Post by asimus on Feb 17, 2008 22:28:14 GMT
The Master was concerned. The Doctor had drifted off to sleep again, without ever trying to maintain consciousness. He stroked his hair kindly, craddling his head in his arms. He cooed like one would a baby, and grinned at Claire when she drew his attention.
He dropped the Doctors head to the bed with a thud and turned on her, loving how she flinched when he made sudden movements.
"And why would I kill you?" He asked, smiling a sly smile and approaching slowly. "What have I got to gain by that?" He crouched before her and pressed a hand to her cheek. "I'm guessing you might not be my Time Traveling Tennybopper, but I bet you do something. I want to poke and prod you and see what you do."
He stood to his full height, bouncing slightly on his toes and clapping his hands.
"Yes. Yes, I think I want to experiment on you."
He pointed to himself. "Me, alien." He pointed to her, "You, abductee." He grinned.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 17, 2008 22:28:47 GMT
"I wouldn't know," Elle shrugged. "Robin there took off without leaving me a contact number, shame, shame."
She looked to Adam. "Who is the kid, gramps? You know him?"
Adam looked as though he was going to tear out her voicebox.
"Oh! The kid said he's the brother of the Barbie doll from the hospital. So...she was all gung ho about saving Peter. So...find Peter, will travel," Elle shrugged.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2008 22:40:50 GMT
"Peter Petrelli." Sylar sighed darkly with even more frustration. Why did it always have to be him?
Sylar regarded the loquatious lillipution girl with a furrowed brow. The light through the the window had caught and shimmered in the glass laboratory equiptment piled on the counter, he yelled in frustration and drew his arm accross the counter top, pushing the equiptment to its demise on the stone floor.
"Oh stop your kvetching and have a cucumber sandwich coco." Miss Bishop said, and in equating frustration Sylar pounced, wrapping his fingers around her neck in annoyance. Hostage or not, termperate or not, she was far too talkative - Sylar needed silence right now.
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Post by Irisxeyes on Feb 17, 2008 22:43:57 GMT
Experiment? Claire did not like the sound of that, at all. She shook her head firmly and backed away slowly, moving around the chair so she didn't fall over it. "I don't do anything, there's no need to experiment." She stated calmly.
Okay, so she was lying. But how was he to know that? Claire mentally cursed when something dug into her back telling her she couldn't back up anymore.
"and I'm not anyones..abductee. Just take me back!"
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 22:52:50 GMT
Claude stood with his back to Tosh till his anger was under his control. He leaned into the doorway and knew he should shove himself off and head out into the streets .... but to what? He could stay here...go off with the Torchwood crew back to the States and see what trouble was brewing. He had that gut feeling that the company were behind Niki's visit and whatever it was wasn't going to be good.
He rubbed his hairy face and ran his fingers through his long hair. He was turned away from Tosh and didn't notice the look on her face.
With a sigh he turned back to Tosh and frowned. "It's fine if you want to give me the once over..." He blushed and continued, "meaning ... to check I'm not sick... but no further tests, not without asking me first... got it?"
He saw Tosh nod and he moved back towards her and sat down heavily on a chair. "You mentioned food earlier?" He reminded her with a tilt of his head. "Got to keep my strength up if we are going to be travelling. Where's your boss got too?"
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Post by Elmo on Feb 17, 2008 22:52:57 GMT
Remy gave a sigh of relief looking to Mohinder to coughed and shifted in his arms. "Congratulations, you're now a registrant of the nearly dead club. My sister is a four time card carrying members."
Remington sighed as Peter was muttering about hallucinations. "Next time, can we avoid getting involved in certain members of our families seamy affairs..."
Evelyn raised a brow. "Did you see him?"
"I did."
Mohinder looked at them both curiously. Remy looked away towards the southwesterly window and the drawn shades. "We'll speak of this later," he said, looking to Peter.
"Perhaps you should regalvanize him?"
"He's not Frankenstein," Evelyn muttered.
Remy rolled his eyes. "There are much better things I could be doing," he muttered.
"What? All the teenage girls on spring break? Remy go home. Now. I'm done with you. I need you to go home, get Dad drunk and get info. NOW. "
"What about..."
"I'll find her. I can locate people, did you forget? Don't be a protist, use your brain."
Remington sighed. "You're lucky there is a brand new bottle of Knob Creek in the liqour cabinet," Remy huffed before leaving.
"Little brothers," she muttered, looking down to Peter.
"Why isn't this working right?!"
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Post by wildcard on Feb 17, 2008 22:53:37 GMT
(Heading off to bed Waving to Tosh - take care of Claude - play nice LOL)
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 17, 2008 23:00:50 GMT
She yelped as soon as Sylar pounced at her but could not elicit another when his fingers curled easily around her thin neck.
She cried because she didn't know what else to do. "Please," she managed to squeak out. "I...can...help...you..."
He high pitched voice was reduced to a low growl as his palms applied pressure to his voice box.
All Elle wanted to to get back to Peter and run off into the sunset so they could raise their baby in peace. Though any baby of Peter's could be a threat, so she shut her mouth, struggling against Sylar's grasp on her.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 17, 2008 23:07:50 GMT
"I don't need your help anymore." Sylar sneered, squeezing tighter, she was going blue, "You told me everything I need to know." He added, catching the light in her hair. "You have no ability that I could use; you have no information I find useful. I don't need a hostage to get what I want..." He added, watching her eyes fight not to roll back in their sockets. "What could I possible want from you?"
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Post by Toshiko Sato on Feb 17, 2008 23:12:47 GMT
(ooc: *waves* hehehe I'll play nice) Tosh grinned and sighed a bit in relief, "Don't worry about him, he's seeing to that woman. I don't think he minds that much..." she winked a tiny wink at him and turned a faint pink colour, "All I want is to check your respiration again, your windpipe must have taken a battering with all that projectile vomiting over Owen's best Armanis." She grinned at him, waving her instrument, "It's just a stethoscope." She took one of Owen's out of the draw, "Just lean forward slightly." Tosh put her small hand on his back and located his rear intercostal muscles. "Deep breath in, please." He did so and Tosh's other hand curled around his waist to his chest. "Good. Once more." Tosh's cheeks were burning bright red as her hand on his stomach and chest caressed him of it's own accord. "Th... there." she finished, "I think you're fine but I'm not a doctor. You might want to control that temper of yours." She bit her lip and remembered that she still had her hands on his chest. "Anyway," she said removing them quickly, "What would you like to eat? Something light, though, I don't think anything too heavy. Might ruin my new Gucci heels."
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