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[04 May 2009|04:20am] |
Who: Nathan and Peter Petrelli
What: Discussing how relationships never last ( while having a few drinks )
Where: The Petrelli Mansion
When: After the Nathan/Heidi break-up thread/later that evening
Fortunately Ma was out for the day, so he didn't have to explain anything to her yet. He knew she'd probably tell him to fight for his wife and kids, but frankly, he didn't see that there was anything else he could do to convince Heidi to stay - or rather come back to him. If she couldn't handle who he was, then maybe it was better for her to leave now. His deepest regret was losing his sons. Right now, they were still young. They didn't need him to be around to know that he loved them. They hadn't reached the age where they started questioning their father's priorities. That was a grown-up problem. And by securing a future for his family early on, he would be more available later. If only she had been able to see that. All he'd wanted to do was get a head start, and that's exactly what he'd done. However, it'd come at a price. Was it worth it? Only time would tell.
( I said I love you, and I swear I still do. It must have been so bad, 'cause living with me must have damn near killed you. This is how you remind me of what I really am. )
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[13 Dec 2008|09:10pm] |
Who: Nathan and Niki/Jessica ( one or the other ... )
What: So we meet again
Where: Some swanky clothing store
When: Sometime between opening and closing
Usually he was a last minute shopper, but this year he'd gotten Heidi a few gifts early. So what was he going to do with them now? Return them. Get his money back. You see, this is what happened when you tried to make preparations way ahead of time. Things came up. Marriages failed. Wives left with the kids, and then you were left with nothing. Well, if you could consider a mansion, half of their assets, and a good chunk of the family fortune 'nothing.' But for once he wasn't thinking about what he'd gained monetarily. He missed them. He'd tried to call, but Heidi wouldn't answer. Even after he'd signed the papers and brought them to her, she'd sent the boys out. Everything was all so cold now. She said that she'd learned it from him, and he couldn't exactly argue with her there. That didn't make it sting any less.
He hadn't gone all out or anything: just some perfume, a necklace, and an evening gown. Alright, so none of those items were very original, but he had people that would go out and do this sort of thing for him. Instead, he'd cleared his schedule to wander through hoards of people shuffling through racks of designer clothes trying to find something that he knew Heidi would like, spare no expense. Then, of course, once he bought her all these nice things, he planned on taking her out someplace fancy. She was always complaining about how she never got to go anywhere anymore. Guess he wouldn't be getting the chance to show her how much he was willing to change. She'd given up on him, and now ... now he was standing here listening to this lady at the counter telling him that they had a 'no exchange after fourteen days' policy.
Nathan attempted to explain the circumstances to her, but the woman was either not listening or completely non-sympathetic. So, he pulled the 'do you know who you're speaking to' card, because he'd had just about enough. His fuse was already short, and she was not helping.
She went to get the manager, which meant he had to start all over. He explained ( again ) that the dress had been a Christmas present for his wife whom he was now separated from, and that he wanted a refund. It wasn't really the money he cared about; it was the principle of the thing. He didn't want to have this lying around the house, so every time he caught a glimpse of it he was reminded that his own wife had left him right before Christmas, and he'd been stuck with this piece of cloth that he thought would help improve their marriage.
Eventually they took it back, and the manager apologized for the inconvenience, though he could care less about how sorry they were. He had two more stops to make.
As he turned, he spotted a familiar figure towards the back of the store. At first he thought she just held a striking resemblance to the woman he'd met in Vegas, but the closer he got, the more he recognized her. "Niki?" He'd been approaching slowly, but when he saw her face, he knew that's who it had to be. Unless she had a twin sister ... Although what she was doing all the way out here was undoubtedly an interesting story.
Frankly, he didn't care. She was the highlight of his day no matter what kind of business she had in New York City.
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| A Walk in the Park |
[25 Oct 2008|01:47am] |
WHO: Peri and Les, Lucy in tag-a-long, Ian if he wants
WHAT: Talking about life as it is
WHEN: Post coming back to the city, NYC that is
WHERE: More or less Central Park
They were alone now. Or as alone as anyone got in Central Park. It was interesting really, surrounded by so many people, but noticed by so few. Sure, some noticed three attractive women walking around together, two of them in lab coats and scrubs. The way the possibly oldest wore her clothes, she looked as if she could be comfortable in anything, even a trash bag if that was what she had to wear, or nothing at all if it came down to that. The other lab coat female? Well, she didn't look happy, but at least she wasn't being pulled along by an invisible kiddie wrist leash. The third female seemed to calm her down. If Les trusted Peri, Peri must not be all bad, right?
"So, tell me again what happened, slowly. Lucy, darling, don't fall too far behind." It wasn't a threat exactly, but Lucy had been on the receiving end of some of Peri's nonthreats. "You were attacked by someone? And your mother is now dead?"
Les had given a few details, but Peri needed more. She'd not had time to look into Les' parents, which was something she'd kick herself for if she were the type to regret much. Life hadn't exactly made it easy to be regretful; if she'd had that trait, she'd probably have committed suicide many times over.
Peri bent down a little as they walked and gave Les' pup a quick little rub tween the ears. If Les didn't have the cutie on a leash, Peri could easily create an invisible one. The pup was a decent distraction, or at least, it gave Peri something to do while she listened.
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| today until eternity |
[23 Oct 2008|04:39pm] |
WHO: Adam Monroe and Elle Bishop
WHAT: Bored out of his immortal mind.
WHEN: He's losing track.
WHERE: Basement of Hartsdale
WARNINGS: Diabolical plans and hotness within.
This day was much like the first. After a while, they just started blurring together and they'd continue to do so the longer Adam was trapped in the forsaken pit of Hartsdale. But he'd always be here, wouldn't he? Every day for the rest of humanity. Immortal and continuing through it all. And what a wretched humanity it was, too. Somewhere above him, it toiled away year after year, and for what? It was really terrible to think about, all this time going by and he could've been doing something, could've been aiding this feeling. People needed motivation, you see. Tragedy was the springboard for growth. Oh, he had seen it before--and would again. Mark his words, it was always the same. And who better to know than Adam. But those treacherous pigs wouldn't listen. So he'd bide his time...
Too bad it was so very, very boring.
Adam pushed off from the edge of his meager bed and slipped onto the room's chair, instead--though it hardly made a difference. It had been the same scenery for decades now and the immortal imagined that this sort of treatment would drive a lesser man insane. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it was somewhat disturbing to think forward to a future where this continued. Where generations of Company assholes went by, eventually forgetting about their distinguished founder down here. But that's why he refused to think about that--imagined, instead, a future where his plans came to fruition--where that detestable Kaito was punished for sticking him in this cell. Where did he get off? Adam had... had valued them, molded them. But they turned on him. Why he didn't see it coming, he couldn't think, because it wasn't like his long history wasn't already littered with betrayals. In fact... the beginning of his reign as a god had been marked by one. The worst one of all.
For all the years that it had been, Adam still disliked remembering the very past. His original lifespan. He'd had feelings then, it had been different. But had been ripped out from under him all the same. Just like today... just like this boring cell where the walls were grey and the furniture was grey and the conversation was non-existant. Nobody much tried to come talk to him anymore. There had been reasoning at first, like they were trying to figure out in their feeble brains why he'd "do something like this". Well, that would work better if they listened. He'd certainly explained enough and not in difficult terms. He thought they were likely afraid of him. But they didn't have to be, he was only trying to help.... But they should be--because he would never forgive them!
Despite all of the thoughts he was rifling through, Adam remained outwardly calm. He dropped his chin onto the arms he had draped over the back of the chair. His head drifted lightly to the side as he stared ahead at the very grey wall and pictured the outdoors. Green, and trees, and maybe even a light drizzle. He didn't know what it was truly like outside, but that hardly mattered. The world could be what he made it, after all--in his little box, his cell of a home. He'd make it whatever he wanted to be...
Oh, what was today? There was no way to distinguish it.
This day was very much like the first.
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[17 Oct 2008|05:43pm] |
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Who: Brooke, Jessica, Trevor ( by mention ). NPCs to feature.
What: Just another day at the bank
When: Evening
Where: Bank of New York, New York
Warnings: Depends on what this crew thinks up~
As a portion of the oldest financial service in New York, the Bank of New York on Madison Avenue was a fine and upstanding building. The bank's ownership was currently in flux, but there was no sign of any of that administrative side today--only the stream of local people moving in and out to accomplish some part of their day's errands and move on. As it was growing near the end of the work day, the crowd was thinning, and the employees were making furtive glances at the clock, feeling the slow movement of the minute hand as they anticipated being released to their homes in only so much more.
Of those still inside, there was a portly older man in some kind of heated argument with the assistant manager. From what those curious enough to look over had discovered, he wasn't too happy with the state of whatever had been in his deposit box and was demanding some kind of compensation. It was the only excitement in the place so far, and wasn't even much at that. The man was stuttering more than he was scaring the assistant, who answered all of his demands with the calm generic replies right from a manual.
Three employees were still at their counters. Two women, one man. Their name-tags said they were Angela, Therese, and Brad. Their faces said they were bored. Only Therese smiled as she leaned forward to help the next man in her line--an older gentleman with a wizened face, and yet still some charisma in him as he smiled back at her. He didn't look around at all while the shouting was going on but stayed focused on getting his own business done with. Behind him, a woman was irritated. She kept checking her watch and then sighing loudly, as if that would help speed things along.
All in all, a very typical crowd for the end of the day at a bank in the middle of New York city. There at the very edge sat the one security guard, yawning, as he watched the door and fiddled with his keys as if his fingers unconsciously itched to lock the doors already.
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[13 Oct 2008|11:51pm] |
Who: Claire, Brooke, & Peter
Where: NYC-The streets between Brooke’s & Peter’s apartment and right outside his apartment, as well as inside.
When: After this thread
Status: Incomplete
After Nathan had left-my father… Claire had sat at the table for a long time in silence, just thinking over everything-she didn’t even respond, for about an hour, after Brooke rejoined her. When she finally looked up, she said only a few words. “I have to talk to Peter.” Brooke agreed to call him, and set up a meeting for the three of them that night, at his apartment.
Now Claire just had to keep in mind what she was or wasn’t supposed to say around her friend. Though she wasn’t quite sure she’d hold to that promise-after all, she’d known Brooke a lot longer than she’d known Nathan. It made more sense for her to tell her friend the truth-which meant that she would make sure her friend came with her that night.
When the time approached and the two young women left, Claire was dressed in a deep blue light sweater and a jean jacket, and denim pants as well. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Funny enough, now that she knew the truth, she was even more nervous about seeing Peter than she had been before-and she now felt a little weird for having a small crush on him when she’d first seen him. He was her uncle. So, no more of the ew factor.
As she walked along Brooke, her eyes watched the last few rays of the sun disappear behind the skyscrapers high above. “This…is going to be weird, isn’t it? I mean…he’s part of my family…it’s going to be a lot different than last night.” She hoped he’d at least be a little nicer than her father had been-though he’d warmed up at the end of their visit, and had given her his contact information.
But she still felt weird, and wondered if she should call her dad…
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[01 Aug 2008|04:04am] |
Who: Nathan Petrelli, Claire Bennet, Brooke Dawson
When: Somewhere between 12:30 and 12:45 in the afternoon
Where: Brooke's apartment
What: Setting the record straight
She was just a kid, so why was he so nervous? He spent the majority of his time meeting with the top executives of all sorts of corporations, hoping they'd back him in this political race. He spent hours making promises about how he'd better the community and the city as a whole, even going as far as to make claims about what he could do for this country if he was given the chance to represent the grand state of New York by gaining a seat in Congress. He had a staff member for everything at his beck and call twenty four hours a day if he requested their assistance, and he was nervous about meeting with one teenage girl. It was unnatural and unacceptable. What frustrated him the most was that he knew he had to keep a level head. Claire would be emotional and confused, and Nathan would have to be the one to stand there and calmly explain to her that not only did they have no past, but they could have no future.
Compromising on this would be a fatal mistake. He'd already made up his mind about what had to be done, and yet his resignation could easily be shattered if he let what she had to say affect him beyond the surface. Usually that wouldn't be a problem. Peter was the only one in the Petrelli family with a huge heart. Speaking of Pete, Nathan was starting to realize that he might've come down a little too hard on the guy. This was his mess. Supposedly Ma had taken care of it, but even she hadn't seen this one coming. So why should Peter have suspected anything? It was just a highly stressful situation. Add that on top of the pressure he was already facing, and it was easy to become overwhelmed, which shortened his temper. Even someone as calm and collected as Nathan ran across rough patches, and this was one of them.
He'd made sure he wasn't followed before entering the building. From there, he began searching for the apartment number she'd given him. It didn't take long to find.
Once he stood just outside it, he removed his sunglasses and slid them into his pocket, then glanced at his watch: 12:42. Normally he was more punctual than this, but he'd had some last minute rescheduling to do. It's not like he was anxious to do this in the first place. At least he'd showed. But what choice did he have? He wasn't about to risk an infuriated Miss Dawson leaking this to the press out of spite. He didn't know her well enough to write off the possibility that she'd go through with something like that if he didn't speak to Claire. And perhaps a small part of him wanted to see his daughter one more time before he dismissed her from his life. Though eventually, she'd fly back to her home state of Texas and forget all about this: all about him. That's what he was counting on, anyway. Thinking along those lines made this easier.
He still hadn't told Ma. She always seemed to know what to do, but Nathan felt that he should personally deal with this one on his own. His mother couldn't shelter him forever, and she couldn't cushion the blow, not this time. It would hurt, but the pain would pass. Life would go on, and he'd continue doing what he felt he had to to keep his family going strong. Power and influence opened the door to a whole new world, and now that he'd gotten a taste, he couldn't let it go. The funny part about it all was that it wasn't just about ambition: it was about duty. He was the man of the house: the eldest son, the big brother, the husband. He had to take care of those already in his life. He didn't have the luxury of picking and choosing who he conversed with on a regular basis, no more than he could choose whether or not to embrace his only daughter.
After taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the task that lie ahead, he balled his hand into a tight fist and knocked on the door.
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[29 Jul 2008|10:29am] |
Who: Claire & Brooke
When: The morning after the dinner party
What: Claire finds out the big secret
Where: NYC; Brooke's apartment
When Claire awoke the next morning, she lay in bed for several minutes, thinking about the previous night. It had been one of the strangest nights of her life. First she'd been nervous and excited, and flattered, to be going to dinner with a would-be senator. Then Brooke had left halfway through the evening, and things had been tense. Despite the fact that she'd allowed Peter to pretend everything was alright, as he showed her the Empire State Building and they generally had fun...she knew something was wrong. Off.
And the blonde had the feeling her brunette friend knew what was going on.
Slipping out of the bed she went about her morning routine in the bathroom, then tugged on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Running a brush through her hair, she moved out of the guest room and headed for the kitchen, only to find Brooke leaning against the counter sipping coffee. Claire smiled brightly at her friend. "Good morning!" Moving to the fridge, she pulled out the orange juice, then snagged a glass from a cabinet and poured it. Jug replaced, she leaned against the counter beside her friend, studying her as she took a sip of her juice.
"I'd ask how you are, but you seem to be okay...so...want to tell me what was going on last night?" She wasn't going to let Brooke dodge this. Not this time.
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