Charlie; Meet the Farm

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

Oh, jeez that ground is rushing toward them fast. Charlie lands awkwardly, even if her ride sets down relatively easy, and lets do only to end up on her behind again. She'll stay that way for a couple minutes too, trying to take in the scene before her.

Norman Rockwell meets Dali. Sorta.

One 5'9" teenager, armed with a backpack, and dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, available to be flailed at.

Oh, and Sylar too.

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[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Charlie steps away from the door, arms crossed over her chest.

"You live here? No one's answering my knocks."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan shook his head, "Actually a lot of people around here got rooms in the bunker underneath. Think somebody lives here, but it's mostly used for the kitchen and bathroom. Should be unlocked."

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen anyone but the guy who brought me here. And this yellow ... creature."

She descends the rest of the way down the steps.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Yellow creature? I haven't seen anything like that around here. And who brought you here?"

[humanzippo.livejournal.com]

"He flew like you did. Said his name was Sylar."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's eyes narrowed at that. ...Well that definitely explains that conversation.

"Only because he must have stolen it somehow. He's a murderer. He's from my world. Tried to kill my brother once." Well, did, but he got better.

"He's supposed to be dead now."