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§ sarah, storms are brewin' in her eyes. (nopoweroverme) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2008-07-05 20:08:00

Entry tags:

angela petrelli, open, peter petrelli (future), sarah petrelli (née williams)

WHO: Sarah Williams, Angela Petrelli, Peter Petrelli, [OPEN]
WHERE: the Hyperion
WHEN: Sunday, July 3; evening [backdated]
WHAT: Hide and seek, plastic lightsaber duels and SPACEBALLS. Basically, shameless fun.
RATING: PG, if that.
STATUS: thread; in-progress

Despite instructions to just bring anything she needed beyond the earlier mentioned movie, Sarah had not arrived an empty handed sitter by any means. She did have a little brother only slightly older than the two, which meant knowing many of the ways to win small boys over. The clear winner among the things she had brought were the plastic lightsabers to go with the movie theme, and she was pretty positive about this call, given the fact she, Simon and Monty had been waged in a non-epic battle across two rooms and part of the corridor before Nathan had even exited the hotel. Her only respite from that had been when he pulled her aside for the rest of instructions, standard parent fare except for the names of people she and the boys were to stay away from – not that the names had been unexpected.

After Nathan's exit from the hotel, hide and seek had been suggested and well-received. The ground rules had been simple – no private rooms beyond their own room and Nathan and Peter's, no going outside, no basement and nothing above the second floor, including the roof. The suggested variation on catching a person by simply finding them was from Monty, and had involved a lightsaber fight. Gamely, Sarah had agreed and now the hunt for the two youngest Petrelli boys was on, though they had made it somewhat easier for her by making enough noise heading down the stairs that she knew they would be found on the first floor.

Loudly humming the Imperial March as she descended the stairs herself, she paused at the bottom and looked around for obvious signs such as tennis shoe clad toes peeking out from under the sofa.

[I have permission from

selfpropelled to use these NPCs, because that's me XD]

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mamapetrelli
2008-07-05 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Angela had been sitting in the lobby, flicking through a book when her grandsons had come bolting down the stairs. Angela was unable to suppress the grin that blossomed on her face. It was good, to see that there seemed to be no obvious signs of damage or trauma from the attack earlier. Children were surprisingly resilient. Angela had learned that when her boys were young. And the Petrellis were made of tough stuff, there was no denying that.

The tune that hit her ears after her grandsons had, so it seemed, dashed for hiding places was familiar as well, but the voice that accompanied it was not. Lifting her eyes curiously to the stairs, Angela tilted her head to the side as she studied the young woman that had reached the bottom of the stairs. Interesting. Very interesting. And intriguing, as well. Turning her attention back down to her book, Angela feigned being interested in the reading material and watching the young woman as subtly as she could.

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nopoweroverme
2008-07-05 07:48 pm UTC (link)

Tiny pictures connected to the message board were really nothing as far as recognition, so Sarah didn't immediately attach the woman in the lobby to the name Angela Petrelli, but even if she had, her smile would have been no less friendly – but possibly slightly more chagrined at sounding out Darth Vader's theme with a plastic light saber in hand.

"I hope we're not disturbing you," she said after she had cleared her throat, even as her gaze swept the lobby for signs of either boy, either by sight or by sound. If they were together, there was no doubt that inevitably someone would reveal their location as they elbowed for better hiding position. Of course, the office door moving slightly on its hinges told her at least one wasn't in the lobby.

"On the fly addition – no outside help in hiding!" she called toward the office, perhaps quite accurately heading off any attempts to engage superpower-fueled help before shooting the woman another smile of apology.