Arthur Petrelli (making_chances) wrote in genomeproject, @ 2008-03-21 20:39:00 |
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Familiar Faces, First Meetings. [OT- Max]
Arthur wasn't the least bit surprised that his key still worked, despite the obvious change of locks.
He had his own apartment within the Kirby Plaza facility, redecorated to his tastes twenty minutes before he had arrived. While not a man for knick-knacks, Arthur had found them a tad Spartan, even for his tastes, and if Angela hadn't done away with them--Which he suspected she hadn't--there were several personal effects he intended to retrieve. Not much had been done to the place, and what little had, he considered reversing for several moments as he strode through the hall, across the two downstairs living rooms, up the staircase, and into his office.
It was an unholy mess, left in the wake of Hurricane Angela. He'd been expecting her to throw a fit over her lack of authourity, and even break into his files to snoop for clues, but he had thought she would have made a guess and settled on it before she ripped the drawers out of his desk and, from the way their contents were scattered about the room, decided to take up shot-put. He picked his way through the debris to open one of the windows and right his chair. Then, he sat, and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a short time, focusing, listening to the wind rustle through the trees outside and over the sea of scattered and mangled papers. When one of the two noises was gone, he opened his eyes, and surveyed the office anew. It was tidy, save for the paperweight at his elbow, which he tucked back in a recently restored drawer.
Existing the office, he picked his breifcase up from where he had placed it outside the door, and headed down the hallway towards the bedroom. A noise caught his ear, and he turned mid-step, changing his course back towards the library. He'd been intending to deal with that later, but there was a chance he might be heard, and under some circumstances, it was rude to expect a guest to come looking for his host.