Dear Santa,

You don't exist and I hate your holiday. But since you seem to show up here every year and grant wishes, here's mine: kill everyone on this boat. ["Except Vince and Adam" is scrawled in after the fact.]

No love,
Elle


Happy, Admiral? I wrote your stupid Christmas letter!


[private to Howie, after much hesitation]

I'm not alright.

[private to Lauren Reed, now visible to Adam!]

Oh inmate of mine! Let's chat.


[private to the Admiral, now visible to Adam!]

Just between you and me, I'm all sorts of worried about Daddy dearest. Mind sending me on a quick trip home so I can check up on him?


[private to the Fourth Doctor, now visible to Adam!]

Sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel that game of chess.


[private to Adam]

Hey Adam, can your pal Elle walk again, or is she gonna need some physical therapy? I hear pit bull bites can be really nasty. I can recommend a good doctor...



[ooc: Elle has decided it's Dress Up And Pretend To Be Veronica Day. So she's wearing a denim jacket, sporting a new hairdo, and trolling everyone :c]

What the hell did you do to me? Turn me back! You can't do this!

At least give me my ability back so I can kick your ass, unless you're afraid of me.


[Private to Peter]

I need to see you. Right now.

[/private]



[ooc: For the victim flood, Elle turned into Sylar. Good times.]

I didn't do anything! Charlie attacked me!

Do you think I'd have a bloody nose if that bastard hadn't caught me by surprise?

He's just mad that I got the drop on him last time, which I've done my time for, so he showed up at my room and tried to kill me with my own desk chair! I was trying to be nice, I wanted to make peace, but he threw my chair at me and then hit me in the face! I may have thrown a punch but I was trying to defend myself!

Check him - he doesn't have an electrical burn anywhere on him, which he would if I'd attacked first!


And hey Admiral, why don't you punish wardens for using unnecessarily cruel methods to "fix" their inmates, huh?! If we get punished for getting the crap kicked out of us, why don't they get punished for psychologically torturing us?

And who the hell are you to decide who gets redeemed and who doesn't? Not to mention who's capable of helping people like us?! I might not have a spotless track record, but I don't treat people like pawns on a chessboard! You get off on this? Is it some kind of power trip for you? You're not god! You weren't given authority by any kind of higher power or the will of the people! You're just a pathetic little dictator bending people to his will by magic because he can't get them to do what he wants through love or even fear! Why don't you ever show your face? Scared we'll kill you? Scared we'll hate you? If you're not afraid of me, let me out of here, give me my ability back, and give me five minutes alone in a room with you! Leave me in here to rot and all you'll be is a sad little coward playing with his chess pieces!

[ooc: After marrying Rick and subsequently being killed by Adam during the bank robbery, Elle woke up in the cell block. She ain't a happy camper about all this. Anyone currently in the cell block will be able to hear her shrieking similar things to what she's written at the top of her lungs. And probably pounding on the bars and generally throwing a massive temper tantrum. After about twenty minutes, the screaming finally subsides. Go ahead and thank Peter for the peace and quiet.]


No! No no no no NO NO NO NO!


[written about two minutes later:]

YOU STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU!


[written about five minutes after that:]

GIVE IT BACK! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME BUT I WANT IT BACK! I NEED IT GIVE IT BACK!