Angela Petrelli (mamapetrelli) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-10 10:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | angela petrelli, nathan petrelli, sarah petrelli (née williams) |
WHO: Angela Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli, & Open to other family members
WHAT: Angela Petrelli arrives. Again. With a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach.
WHERE: The Hyperion
WHEN: April 10th
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress
THUNK!
Falling asleep as one thing. It happened sometimes, but it never happened to be immediately followed by hitting the floor. At least, not when she was in the limo. But that was certainly what it felt like this time. She had been skirting on the edges of a dream, barely sunken into it, when the unexpected jolt had woken her. The only problem she found was that she wasn't in the limo. She wasn't in a car at all. And from the looks of the city outside, she wasn't even in New York anymore.
"Hiro. I am less than amused," Angela pronounced, her eyes trailing around the lobby of the hotel that she found herself in. At least the accommodations looked nice enough. Maybe she was fooling herself, though, thinking that this was Hiro's doing. There was any number of individuals it could be, but only one that she expected had anything to benefit from it.
"Decided to help them instead, Rachel? Are you playing games with me now? Is this how this works?" Angela asked, pushing herself to her feet as she looked around. She was confused, and that was a feeling that she didn't like. This whole situation was less than appealing, but suddenly being somewhere that she wasn't meant to be when there were going to be people looking for her soon was enough to provoke a quiet panic attack.
She had been hoping she'd at least be able to put up a bit more of a fight before they managed to corner her.
"Is there even anyone here?"