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[cautionarytale]

You think anybody ever really changes?

[She sounds SO BITTER. She sniffles, not like she's crying but rather like she's just had the longest day of her life, everything hurts, and her nose is running. For a second, it sounds like she's about to answer her own question, but she stops herself.]


[private to Sylar]

If you want your shirt back, come and get it.


[ooc: Elle's back, updated to her actual canon death in "The Eclipse Part 2."]

Comments

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

No, I'm just peachy. You go off and enjoy yourself in heaven or whatever. [By which she means "yes I want to talk and get a drink and NEVER LET GO."]

Private

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

Meet you at the pub at eight?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Fine.

Private - wanna log or spam this?

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

I'll see you there.

does spam work?

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle's outside the pub at eight. She can't quite wrap her head around the idea that Adam's going away. She definitely doesn't like it.

Since arriving back on the barge that morning, she's showered - twice, because yuck, there'd been sand and blood all over her - and is trying to look as alluring as possible, on the off chance that cleavage will make Adam want to stay. Hey, even if he has been dating a boy, he can't have totally switched to the other team.

She's biting her lip and trying not to fidget as she waits for him to show.]

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Adam walked to the pub, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button up shirt. This might be the last time he would see Elle, he wanted to look nice. He looked her over, eyes lingering on her cleavage for a moment too long.]

You look nice. Well, come on in.

[He pushed open the door to the pub, looking around. It was...different, now that he wasn't here as an inmate. He walked to the bar, taking the pub in.]

What can I get you?

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[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle followed Adam into the pub and perched on a stool at the bar.]

I'll have whatever you're having. [She smiled, trying to act flirty.]

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

Then I hope you don't mind beer. [Adam rummaged around the back area of the bar until he found two bottles of beer. Grabbing a bottle opener, he popped open both lids, and offered Elle one.]

Cheers, I guess.

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[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle clinked her bottle against Adam's before taking a sip.]

Where're you gonna go?"

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[He took a sip, then shrugged.]

No idea. Wherever Judas is.

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[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Right. Your boyfriend. [That maybe came out a bit bitter. Elle didn't like the idea of Adam running off with people that weren't her. Which, now that she thought about it, might be a bit hypocritical. But she still didn't like it.]

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Noticing the bitterness, Adam sighed.] I'm never going to forget about you. It's just that you apparently weren't the one.

If I could take you out of this dump, I would. You know that.

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[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Why don't you wanna stay? You could be a warden. [She smiled at him and said, in a sing-song voice,] It could be fun.

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[That actually caused Adam to raise an eyebrow.] I'd be a horrible warden. You know that.

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[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Right, 'cause we don't have any of those.

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[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

But I don't want to be a horrible warden. If I decided to sign on...well, I just don't think I could do that. I've been on this boat for nearly three damn years, Elle. I deserve a break.