WHO: Angela Petrelli & Peter Petrelli; Later Flagg WHAT: Now that the lockdown is lifted, Angela is finally able to leave the Hyperion. She is grateful. WHEN: A few days after Cordelia has been rescued. WHERE: The Hyperion; and then LA RATING: PG STATUS: In Progress
Angela slipped quietly down the stairs, hand sliding through her hair to make sure that it was all in place before stepping into the lobby, looking around slowly. The lockdown had been lifted for awhile now, but Angela hadn't bothered to try and step outside yet. Even when there hadn't been a lockdown on the hotel, her boys had both made it clear that she wasn't allowed to step outside. And as proud as she was, as defiant as she could be at times, she knew that she was probably already pushing it with the way that Peter had been angry at her for the moment that she had spoken up on the message boards.
Lingering the bottom of the stairs, her eyes resting on the door, Angela turned slowly and headed towards the office, pausing just outside of it before stepping forward and knocking, her hand moving down to rest on the doorknob, turning and pushing the door open just enough so that she could look inside, spotting the back of her youngest son, "Peter? Can we talk?" She asked, her voice delicate and gentle, far more open that it tended to be. She was trying. She was honestly trying, and sometimes that took playing by other people's rules. At least this would likely be easier than playing by Robert or Bob's.