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When; Monday, during the Handcuff Curse
Rating; Most definitely R for violence and gore.
Characters; Sylar (makes_you_tick) and Peter Petrelli (powersponge)
Summary; Sylar and Peter don't play well together, and forcing them to stay in the same room? Well, that's just a bad idea.
Log;

One of the first things Sylar did when he got settled in his new place was to go out and get a few clocks, salvage from a random shop near the square. Fixing things helped him focus, and he definitely needed to focus now. This was a whole new world, with new opportunities just waiting for him. He had to come up with a basic plan to go about collecting what he'd need.

The clocks were fixed within an hour, and he had set one in each room. They were perfectly synchronized with that wonderful background pulse of the City.

He felt settled. He was meant to come here, he decided. It was just a part of his progression. He slept more peacefully than he had in a long time.

It was the quiet that woke him, really. He could still hear the clocks in each of the rooms, yes, but the thrum behind them, the one that went to his core- it was absent. He rolled, groaning slightly with annoyance, and tried to get back to sleep.

But there was another new thing- a heartbeat, right beside him. His eyes shot open.