[public, but meant for Howie]

Where the hell are you?

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."]

[The video fizzles in after a few bursts of static because Elle's ability is acting up. You can still see a couple sparks. Elle is sitting on the floor in a corner of her room, and she looks like she's either about to burst into tears or murder somebody.]

Mister Bennet? What is this? Where's my father? Don't--

[MORE SPARKS, and the video cuts out. When it comes back in, the computer's on the floor and you can hear Elle run out of the room and slam the door behind her.

THERE IS A TINY ELECTRICITY-WIELDING CHILD ON THE LOOSE. Feel free to spam.]

I get that this place is supposed to be a second chance. Some all-powerful superbeing picks and chooses who gets to be locked up forever, and we're all supposed to be happy about it, 'cause golly! We're not dead.

But life's a bitch and sometimes bad stuff just happens. Maybe dying at twenty-four wasn't in my plans, but I screwed up and that's what I got. I made my choices, I have to live with them. Or die with them, whatever. I don't need a glorified boat captain telling me what I did was wrong.

So get this, whoever cares: I don't want a second chance. I don't want to be here.


[private to Adam]

Tell me something only you would know. Something from before here.

I'm guessing I didn't qualify for the clouds-and-harps treatment, huh? So what now? An eternity of sitting in my room talking to a computer screen? 'Cause that sounds peachy.

[Elle looks soggy and annoyed and a little bit frazzled. Folks on level 5 may have recently heard a shriek because wheeee electrocution.]

Okay, seriously? Not. Funny. Whoever's behind this, I'll find you and I am totally gonna kick your ass!


[private separately to Adam and Howie, added after she calmed down and talked with T'Pol]

Why do guys like it when a girl jumps out of a cake?

[private to Peter]

Peter did you


[later; Voice/Public]

[The sound cuts in and out, full of static, because Elle's having a bad day and sometimes when that happens electronic devices go temporarily nuts.]

Son of a bitch!

GET THEM OFF ME! Who the hell brought these headless rats on board? I swear to god I'll kill you!


[ooc: In the background is the sound of ANGRY TRIBBLES. In her ongoing tradition of fail, Elle got mobbed, electrocuted everything in sight, and is now running through the halls being attacked by a bunch of singed tribbles.]

I'm locked out.



[ooc: Elle's back from her canon-update! Complete with malfunctioning powers and all that good stuff. And 'cause she's awesome, she's also locked out of her and Peter's room. So she's sitting pathetically in the hallway looking scrawny and sleep-deprived and probably not smelling great because she almost certainly hasn't eaten, slept, or showered for the past few days.

Also, she meant it to be private to Peter, but it's not. Again, she's just that awesome.]

That stupid thing better not have given me rabies!


[private to Peter]

I need a nurse. And not in the sexy way.


[ooc: For those not in the know, Elle got in a fight with Veronica's dog. Dog: 1, Evolved Human: 0. Backup's probably going to be whiny and unhappy for a few hours, but Elle's electricity sucks now and can't do any real damage so he'll be totally fine. Elle, on the other hand? Is bleeding all over the place.]

[She meant to filter this to Adam and maybe Peter. That didn't happen. It's totally public.]


Let me out.

Oh god, it's getting worse.

[private to Tony]

Can you come to my room? I really need to talk to you.


[ooc: backdated to last night, after Sylar tells Elle this]

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.]

[ooc: At around 3am, there was a scream from Elle's cell, followed by banging on the bars and some sobbing. It's easy to presume she had a nightmare. After this, she was pacing and kicking the bars all night. If you were listening closely, you might have been able to hear some very soft crying. It all sounded perfectly genuine. In the morning, this appears:]


I can't stay here. You don't understand what this is doing to me. Please, I didn't mean to be bad, I'll be better, I won't be a disappointment anymore, but you need to let me out. I'll be good, I promise, I need it back please please I don't like it in here, let me go. I swear I'll try not to be weak anymore, I'll be tougher. I need it back, please I can't live without it, it's mine I need it, I swear I'll be better but I can't be here I need to leave and I need it back please please it's all I have.


[ooc: Elle has very carefully written out a monologue she feels sounds like herself on a particularly bad day. She has then carefully crossed it off so it's still legible, but it looks like she doesn't want it to be legible. It's faked well enough that you'd have to be a professional profiler or Adam to figure out that she's up to something.

About ten minutes later, she writes:]


Tony? I... I really need a favor.

[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!

[private to Tony]

YOU KNOW I HATE THIS. LET ME OUT.



YOU KEEP SAYING YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER.

PROVE IT.

[/private]

So I woke up here and I'm, what, dead? Sylar killed me?

He killed my dad, too.


I swear, I'm totally gonna kick his ass the next time I see him!