Claude Rains (disappearingact) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-09 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | claude rains, noah bennet |
WHO: Claude Rains & Noah Bennet
WHAT: Claude is still trying to work off his anger towards Peter and ends up finding another "old friend".
WHEN: Midafternoon
WHERE: Random LA streets
RATING: PG-13 [language, yay!]
STATUS: In Progress
Look for the sun god. Look for the sun god. Claude might have been used to playing cryptic little games, but it didn't mean that he liked it much when he was in a sour mood. Having to go visible in order to get treatment at a hospital wasn't something that he cared for. The looks that the people at the free clinic had offered him were ones that he was used to enduring whenever he had dared to be visible in the last decade. Fear, wariness, the assumption that he was going to do something to them the second that he had the opportunity, obvious proof that people rarely thought the best of others. Not that he wasn't guilty of the same thing, but he remembered actually trying to give most the benefit of the doubt when he still interacted with the general population.
At least he wasn't nearly as conscious of the plaster and splint across his nose when he knew that nobody else could see it. The occasional twinges of pain that issued through his face were enough to remind him that it was there, but other than that, it was easily dismissed as the result of the much more present feeling of annoyance, disquiet, and bitterness that had been flared in him.
Once you're done bitching, look for the sun god.
Fucking Petrelli. Hyperion, Helios, Apollo, Inti, Ra, Lugh, Sol, Surya, Utu. Didn't he realize how many goddamn sun gods there were? Where was he even supposed to start? Staring across the street from where he was leaning against the brick wall of a restaurant, Claude tried to remember anything in LA with any sun gods in its name. But somehow, he doubted that Peter wanted him to find him in a strip club or tanning salon.