Dec. 7th, 2008

[info]iwishtofly

let the sun wrap its arms around me

Peter Petrelli has been having dreams, visions, maybe. Visions of him falling, of him falling and never hitting the ground. Sometimes, he's sure he can feel the wind rush past him and cease to a blinding halt, but he always wakes up.

He dreams of flying with people and just running and going and never looking back.

So he stands on the ledge of a building somewhere, the city becoming so unfamiliar from above, eyes closed and breathing even. Nathan is probably still staring up at him below, but his mind has moved past that. He wants to be something, become something.

Part of him is terrified, part of him is so scared to test his theories. But something out rules that, so its with an even step he begins to make that heavy descent, wind curling around him and he focuses, tries so hard to find what made him took flight.

(ooc: Still vague enough, I hope. Anyone is welcome, can see him fall or he could be lying on the ground when someone finds him. It matters not to me, just had the urge to write him. ^^)

Nov. 27th, 2008

[info]whatimake

What a lovely way to burn

So, there's a fellow smoking outside. Outside of where is left up to interpretation but there he is and it's clear he's been there for a while now, as evidenced by the small pile of cigarette butts at his feet (don't worry, he won't leave them there, he's just not planning to move yet either).

There is a Caraway and, depending o who you are, he wouldn't be adverse to company, as long as you don't mind him smoking. It's been that sort of a day.

He lights up another cigarette and takes a drag, closing his eyes and just trying to force himself to relax a little. He's...not very good at that.


[OOC: Left intentionally vague because...I could! And y'know, who actually gives a proper setting anymore? That's so last century!)

Nov. 23rd, 2008

[info]isitthesmile

We'll have to try again after the silence has returned

Scene: Somewhere, there is a Master.

He's made himself comfortable, leaning back in his chair with his feet up. There's a book in his hands. He's not paying it much attention, but he's a good actor. He looks perfectly neutral, like nothing in the world could trouble him. But again, he's a good actor.

Those are the facts. The details are yours to fill in.


[OOC: Vague post is vague for a reason, namely that I don't want to tie down. Open to anyone, at any place, at any time (personal timeline wise or linear timeline wise), for as long as you're interested.]