[ Anyone who's seen Gabriel Gray in the past will find here instead someone who finally looks like he belongs in Norfinbury. He's dirty, too skinny, pale, and limping along as he puts his full weight on any wall he can find. He still winces occasionally, something that increases in duration and severity as the night wears on. Stairs are completely out of the question.
And he clearly can't see much of anything. Just ugly monsters and dangerous people, and the occasional blue of someone safe. He does his best to shuffle towards those blue lights- he knows he doesn't stand much of a chance if anyone else catches up to him.
His left foot catches in the corner, where the wall meets the floor. The foot twists nearly imperceptibly, and Sylar groans deeply, having to stop for a moment to catch his breath. ]
Sylar - Prophet
And he clearly can't see much of anything. Just ugly monsters and dangerous people, and the occasional blue of someone safe. He does his best to shuffle towards those blue lights- he knows he doesn't stand much of a chance if anyone else catches up to him.
His left foot catches in the corner, where the wall meets the floor. The foot twists nearly imperceptibly, and Sylar groans deeply, having to stop for a moment to catch his breath. ]