icklepetrelli (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} icklepetrelli) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heroes_rpg,@ 2009-03-26 15:46:00 |
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WHO: Monty Petrelli & OPEN to Petrellis
WHAT: Monty has been keeping a secret, but he's actually finally starting to get the hang of it.
WHERE: Starts at Heidi, Monty, & Simon's home in DC. Ends at the Petrelli Mansion in NY.
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
Monty remembered how scared he had been when it first started happening. He'd wake up in weird places in the middle of the night. Living room. Kitchen. His mother's floor. But he hadn't been sleep walking. He was always curled up in the same position that he'd went to bed in when he'd woke, and it hadn't been until he'd set up the camera in his room in the middle of the night to see what was happening that he realized that he was sinking through his bed as soon as he started dreaming and ending up...wherever he did. He'd mostly been playing with it since, seeing exactly what it was and how it worked. He hadn't told anyone, not even his big brother, because he wasn't completely sure exactly what was going on.
In the end, though, he'd finally figured out how to get a better grip on it, and several months after it had first showed up, Monty felt that he was finally ready to do what he had been preparing himself for. Locking the door to his room after getting back home, Monty had closed the blinds to his room and turned on the stereo to make it seem like he was actually doing something before closing his eyes and pushing all of his focus and strength into himself. It had worked with the other times he'd done it, the shorter distances that he'd tried to go, so it logically would work the same like this.
Pushing and pushing and pushing, Monty was relieved when he felt himself melt into the floor and when he gasped a breath again after reconstructing himself from having melting his molecules into their composite parts, he smiled, wide and long, when he looked around and found himself exactly where he had wanted to go.
"Grandma?! Dad?! Uncle Peter?!" Monty shouted, all worries about how he would explain how he got here flying from his mind.
He was home. Did it really matter?
WHAT: Monty has been keeping a secret, but he's actually finally starting to get the hang of it.
WHERE: Starts at Heidi, Monty, & Simon's home in DC. Ends at the Petrelli Mansion in NY.
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
Monty remembered how scared he had been when it first started happening. He'd wake up in weird places in the middle of the night. Living room. Kitchen. His mother's floor. But he hadn't been sleep walking. He was always curled up in the same position that he'd went to bed in when he'd woke, and it hadn't been until he'd set up the camera in his room in the middle of the night to see what was happening that he realized that he was sinking through his bed as soon as he started dreaming and ending up...wherever he did. He'd mostly been playing with it since, seeing exactly what it was and how it worked. He hadn't told anyone, not even his big brother, because he wasn't completely sure exactly what was going on.
In the end, though, he'd finally figured out how to get a better grip on it, and several months after it had first showed up, Monty felt that he was finally ready to do what he had been preparing himself for. Locking the door to his room after getting back home, Monty had closed the blinds to his room and turned on the stereo to make it seem like he was actually doing something before closing his eyes and pushing all of his focus and strength into himself. It had worked with the other times he'd done it, the shorter distances that he'd tried to go, so it logically would work the same like this.
Pushing and pushing and pushing, Monty was relieved when he felt himself melt into the floor and when he gasped a breath again after reconstructing himself from having melting his molecules into their composite parts, he smiled, wide and long, when he looked around and found himself exactly where he had wanted to go.
"Grandma?! Dad?! Uncle Peter?!" Monty shouted, all worries about how he would explain how he got here flying from his mind.
He was home. Did it really matter?