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24 November 2010 @ 03:54 pm
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Peter turns on the heel of his foot quickly. Okay, he was trying to use Hiro's power at Claude's behest but this wasn't where he was trying to go. At least he's been here before and he knows what to expect with a sigh he starts walking down the street toward the coffee shop.

"At least no one is likely to throw me off the roof here."

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Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)
He echoes her excitement because while part of this has been a nightmare, there's a huge part of it that is everything Peter used to dream about when he was a little kid. Peter is getting to be a super hero and what little kid reading comic books didn't want to be a super hero when he grew up.

"Yeah? I bet I've got close to as many. You go first."
Claire Bennet: [smile] well you knowautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)
That makes her smile and she can't help but shake her head a little.

"I don't even know here to start," she admits. It's the first honest admission she's made since blurting out to her dad that it wasn't luck that saved her at Homecoming, and it feels good. It takes her a minute, but she give him a prying look. "What's it like? Flying. I mean, it's not like I've never been in a plane before, but …" But, this is different. That much is obvious.

"And how'd you find out what you could do? I mean, have you always been able to, or is it a new thing, or … You said your brother is the flying guy, right? So, can your whole family do things?" It brings up an interesting question about her own family. Her real family. Sure, the Bennets are as average as they come, but her real family has to have some similar biology. The one that the Haitian was telling her about right before she showed up in Roanoake.

The mother she'd been trying to find. But, if Peter's an empath and his brother can fly, what does that mean for Meredith Gordon and what Claire might have found in Kermit, Texas? She bites down on her lip, racking her brain for answers that she just doesn't have.
Peter Petrelli: I believe I can flymybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 03:52 am (UTC)
It's nice to talk about this to someone who's interested and excited. "The flying the thing I wanted to do the most. It's--" he stops because he doesn't know how you explain flying to anyone. "Amazing. I'll show you if you like. If you trust me." Really the risk is minimal. If the crash they'll both heal.

"As far as I know, it's only me and my brother. My dad died several months ago and I don't think Mom can do anything. I found out about flying because I started having dreams about flying--I think that's another power but I don't know who I got it from or how to control it--I tried it, stepping off a building one day and I fell. Nathan flew up to catch me. After that he and I were arguing. He kept telling me that I'd imagined him flying. I'd just gotten lucky. I was angry because I knew what I'd seen. I wasn't crazy and all of the sudden I was floating in the air without thinking about it."

He takes a sip of his coffee when it comes trying to order his thoughts and form questions as well as answers. "Can you stop the healing? If you wanted to hide what you can do from paramedics or something. Can you just make it stop?"
Claire Bennet: [pain] that kind of hurtautophoenix on November 25th, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
"That sounds great," she replies quickly on the subject of the chance to fly, her own thoughts moving along a similar line that even if he did lose control or find that he couldn't do it properly, they'd both be fine. Other than that, though, she just shuts up to let him explain and listens intently, gearing up for her own return explanation.

"Stop it? No. I mean, if I can, I haven't figured out how to yet." Claire shrugs a little bit, biting down her tongue for further questions until after she's answered his. "But there is one thing. Say for instance I break something." She looks around for something to make a kind of diagram with but finds nothing. Looking down at her empty hands, she gives a kind of shrug and then exchanges a glance with him. Why not, right?

After making sure that nobody's looking too closely at them, she wraps one hand around her opposite hand's pointer finger and cracks it, grimacing at the feeling but biting down on her lip to keep from vocalizing the pain. She lays her hand on the table for him to see, the middle of the joint bent at an awkward angle where the break is.

"It stays broken until I," while she speaks, she picks her hand back up off the table and uses her other to slowly pop the bone back into place, cringing at both the sensation and the cracking noise, "put it back to how it's supposed to be." Once the bone's back in place, she holds up her hand. The bruising that had been around the break heals up first, and then the swelling goes down, indicating that the bone itself has sealed back in the appropriate structure. She flexes her fingers.

"That's all though, I think." Except for the spot in the back of her head, of course. That's not really coffee shop talk, though, and it's kind of different. The morgue and Brody aren't really the kind of things she wants to touch on ever, regardless of how relevant it probably is to Peter knowing what he can now do.

"So, this dreaming thing." She prompts quickly to make sure and stop herself from brooding on it any longer. "Is that how you knew to come find me? Did you dream about me, too?" It sounds more vain and self-important out loud, but Claire doesn't seem to notice. They're both pretty regular traits for her, anyway.
Peter Petrelli: Huh...mybrothershadow on November 25th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
He doesn't flinch much at the way she breaks her finger. Any horror from her doing that to herself is replaced with curiosity. "That makes sense. When I tackled that guy off the roof, my feet were pointing the wrong direction. I put them right and they healed quickly."

The back of the head would be relevant but it's something he'd rather her skip and not brood over as traumatic as it is.

He shakes his head at her question. "Hiro told me about you. He said I had to save the cheerleader. Then there's this guy who can paint the future. He painted one of you running up the steps from someone then he painted one of me that night at your high school." He pauses because he knows this part sounds crazy. He gnaws a bit on the edge of his lip.

"I was dead in the painting."
Claire Bennet: ✓ but i'm a cheerleader.autophoenix on November 26th, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)
"But, you're not dead now." Duh, Claire. She shuts her eyes, looking like she realizes how stupid that sounds and shakes her head a little. That whole lack of filter thing can be kind of embarrassing at moments like this. "I mean, if he paints the future, shouldn't he paint it … right? You lived." It doesn't exactly make sense, and even for the girl who can survive a woodchopper, painting the future seems like a stretch.

"He really painted me?"
Peter Petrelli: I believe I can flymybrothershadow on November 27th, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
"No but the paintings just show snap shots rather than the whole picture." He doesn't mind. He's just really happy to be talking to someone about this who isn't threatening to put him in a mental institution.

"Yeah." And then he pauses because admitting Isaac painted her is one thing. Admitting he painted her, dead none the less, is more awkward. "I--sort of painted you too. I borrowed Isaac's power because he was having--he couldn't finish a painting. I finished it and you were...his painting was better."
Claire Bennet: [neutral] drinkingautophoenix on November 28th, 2010 10:19 am (UTC)
"You painted me," she repeats, a slow and subtle smile working over her lips. Sure, he made it sound like it's a bad thing, but she can't help being a little flattered and amused that she's important enough for that. "Can you still do it? The painting, I mean. I know you mentioned you were trying to get all your powers under control …" Assuming he can't control one probably won't get her anywhere, and neither will the inverse, so she decides it's better left as a question.

The waitress comes back with their order and Claire gives her a thankful smile and a nod, sipping her cocoa and keeping her eyes intently focused on Peter. In five minutes he'd already made her realize that she still has a lot to learn about the world around her, and the world this stupid ability is forcing her into.
Peter Petrelli: smirkmybrothershadow on November 29th, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)
"I don't know. I haven't tried since." He thinks about it, brow furrowing under his bangs. If Claude is right--if evidence of his other powers are right--he doesn't need Isaac in the room. He doesn't need one of Isaac's half finished paintings. He just needs to have a vision about the future.

"I'm not sure how to trigger it. Isaac always got high to trigger his visions. When I painted you, he'd already started the painting. I just looked at it and saw the future then finished the painting. When Claude was teaching me he was more concerned with powers that would keep me alive immediately." Like healing, flying and turning invisible.

Once the waitress is gone, Peter takes a sip of his coffee then glances over his shoulder. This is showing off a little but he can't help it. She might be the only person in the world he can show off too. "I can control this though."

With a little bit of concentration he goes entirely invisible, coffee cup still held an inch or so above the table.
Claire Bennet: ✓ shit just got real.autophoenix on November 29th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
The cocoa mug nearly slips out of Claire's hands when he disappears, but she catches it in time and manages to only spill a little on the table, immediately grabbing a napkin to clean it up. The shocked look on her face doesn't budge, though, and she just keeps staring at where she knows Peter is, wondering how it can be possible that it looks like he was never there.

"Oh my God!" She blurts it out because she's not really sure what else to say, but her surprise slowly turns to a disbelieving kind of laughter, looking more at ease than she's ever been. "And you learned how to do it just from being around that guy?"
Peter Petrelli: [Claire] hugmybrothershadow on November 29th, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)
Peter fades back in once she laughs and shrugs a little at the question. "Sort of. He had some very...capitol sort of ideas on how to get me to use my powers. They worked at least. I figured out that I have to think about the person I got the power from. Or at least that helps me."

He takes a sip of his coffee and tries to decide whether his next words are going to sound creepy or not since he's so much older than she is. "Just before I hit the ground after Claude threw me off the building, I thought about you."

Why the hell he didn't think about Nathan he has no idea. Okay well he has some idea. Ideas that include pretty and blonde but he's not saying that. It would be creepy then.
Claire Bennet: [peter] makes a good bedautophoenix on November 29th, 2010 06:35 am (UTC)
It's impossible to hide the flattered look of surprise at that and she tries to dismiss it with a chuckle. Unfortunately, that's about as helpful as trying to hide it and eventually she just ducks her head a little.

"You thought about me. You were plummeting to your death -- why me?" Slowly, she looks back up at him, appearing genuinely confused. "I mean ... I'm just a cheerleader."
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on December 1st, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC)
"I just...I was supposed to save you. I did save you and I couldn't help but think that if I was going to die now, it was okay. I'd saved you and I thought about the way you healed."

He takes a sip of his coffee and grins crookedly at her. "Then there was just a lot of pain."
Claire Bennet: [cheer] well that was weirdautophoenix on December 2nd, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
She laughs at that, nodding a little and staring down into her hot chocolate.

"Yeah, the pain's pretty normal, I guess. At least it goes away pretty fast. I mean, as far as super powers go, I guess the ability to get hurt is pretty lame. Especially when you've got stuff like invisibility to just dodge bullets with." She shrugs.

It's not like she's going to blurt out how grateful she is for the pain, because it's the only thing that reminds her that she's not a total freak. Calling herself a freak would mean calling him one, and considering he's just about the only person ever that she's felt this comfortable talking to about this stuff, she has a feeling offending him might not be the best route.
Peter Petrelli: I believe I can flymybrothershadow on December 3rd, 2010 01:56 am (UTC)
"The invisibility isn't fool proof though. I think the ability to get hurt and get back up is pretty cool. It's one of my most useful powers. Invisibility didn't help when I was thrown off the roof."

Mostly he would just try to convince that she's not a freak. She's amazing. Peter's outlook on his (their) powers is entirely positive. He likes being a super hero. He's wanted to be one since he was a little kid reading comic books. Complaining about it now would be like betraying that.
Claire Bennet: ✓ breaking my neck isn't sexy.autophoenix on December 3rd, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
"Useful, but not really practical when you wind up needing to replace all your clothes because they're covered in blood or holes or ... nuclear radiation." Yeah. That was an interesting one. That was her favorite jacket, too, she realizes with a slight frown that dissipates as soon as it appears.

"I'm just glad I have someone I can talk to about it, I mean, I've had to keep it a secret for ... well, I mean, since I found out about it." Okay. So it's only been a few months. But it's felt like an eternity of forced silence and total freakout.

Oh. Right. She blinks a little, realizing it might be a good idea to stop focusing selfishly on what she wants to think about and instead realize that he looked pretty confused when she found him. The frown returns.

"So, you just got here, right?" A sip of her cocoa before she continues, "I've been here for like a week or two; I was just thinking, I've got an apartment if you need a place to stay or something."
Peter Petrelli: Huh...mybrothershadow on December 5th, 2010 04:27 am (UTC)
"You heal against nuclear radiation?" He sounds impressed rather than freaked out. "Still cheaper than a hospital visit. You can always talk to me about it. It's nice that someone doesn't think I'm crazy or screaming at me."

He takes a sip of his coffee and nods. "Yeah. Where is here? It's not Texas or anywhere near New York."
Claire Bennet: ✓ wanna see me stab myself?autophoenix on December 5th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
"Yeah," she replies with a slightly breathless smile. "I haven't really found anything yet that I can't heal from." Not that she hasn't tried. She's tried over and over again, with little success. But suicide isn't on her top lists of things to do.

"Anyway. The city's called Roanoake. As far as I can tell, it's kind of ... hit or miss on people understanding how they got here. I guess some people came on purpose, but I just ... woke up. I don't know how to explain it." She shakes her head. "I learned about Roanoake in history class, though, so I at least know we're in Virginia."
Peter Petrelli: The Dreamermybrothershadow on December 6th, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
"That's amazing." And it's evident by the tone of his voice that he's sincere. There's no room for mocking here. Peter thinks this is all some sort of miracle.

He listens to everything Claire is saying and nods. He's already tried going back home and gotten no where. Hiro's power isn't working or he can't figure out how to make it work. "Your power is still working. My invisibility is still working but the space time manipulation isn't working. You've been here a while. Are we trapped here?"
Claire Bennet: [neutral] nailbitingautophoenix on December 6th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
"You've tried?" Already? She can't hide her surprise, particularly because it's not exactly the kind of thing that would be her first thought when dumped in a strange place. Well, it hadn't been when she got dumped there. She shakes the surprise off quickly enough and moves on with the conversation, though.

"More or less, yeah. I haven't exactly met anyone else with the same space-time problems to ask, but I sure haven't been able to get out at all. Not everyone's trapped, though. I mean, I guess some people came willingly. Like I said, hard to explain." She shrugs her apology and takes another sip of cocoa. There isn't much she could complain about, though. She's getting to see Peter, she's safe from the Company, and her dad isn't lying to her and hurting her.

Really, minus the whole unwilling kidnapping part, Roanoke hasn't been looking so bad from where she's been sitting.
Peter Petrelli: Huh...mybrothershadow on December 9th, 2010 07:39 pm (UTC)
"Claude wanted me to activate it and then go straight back. Besides...this isn't where I was trying to go." He'd been shooting for six months ago in New York City.

Peter nods at her explanation about their state here. He'll have to experiment and see if he's trapped here or not. A break wouldn't be bad and he's saved the Cheerleader so he's done...right? Or at least that's what he's hoping. He has entertained the idea of playing Superman to New York City, saving people from muggers, murderers and occasionally a guy who is hellbent on killing cheerleaders.

"So you like it here?"
Claire Bennet: [smile] well you knowautophoenix on December 10th, 2010 03:41 am (UTC)
"Well, it beats Odessa," Claire explains with a wry smile. "You wouldn't believe how crazy it's been there. The press and the attention, I just … it was a nightmare. Well, not as bad as the alternative, but … you know." Attention had never been something that Claire took well too, and the way it had all been on her back home was enough to make her scream. Luckily, here, she can move around freely without worrying about getting jumped and asked to relieve her miraculous survival and the trauma of Jackie's death.
Peter Petrelli: smirkmybrothershadow on December 10th, 2010 09:35 pm (UTC)
Peter grins a little crookedly and nods. "Yeah. I can imagine. I'm not crazy about being in front of the press either." Occasionally being a Petrelli warrants it but Peter tries to fade into the background as much as possible.

He finishes up his coffee and watches her for a second. He's still got the ghost of that crooked smile on his face. It's kind of hard not to grin when he looks at her. Claire is someone he saved, someone he helped with these powers. "You sure you don't mind sharing an apartment with me. I'm a good room mate. I promise."

He's really not. He's a packrat and while everything has it's place it's not exactly the most logical place. It's a place that Peter thinks makes sense. Tennis balls belong on desks so that he can throw them against walls when he's thinking. Books belong in piles beside the bed so he can read while he's in bed. Comics belong on coffee tables so he can read them in on the couch instead of going across to a shelf to get them. Jeans can go over a chair so he can grab them in the morning.
Claire Bennet: [smile] inside jokeautophoenix on December 10th, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
"Definitely," Claire responds without missing a beat, a bright smile lighting up her face. Even though they're supposedly even now as far as rescuing goes with the way he was talking about her ability saving his life, she can't help but enjoy getting to go to his rescue in even the most insignificant of ways.

"Honestly? You could be the worst roommate in the world and I'd still want you there. It can get creepy being alone in an apartment at night." She shrugs a little at the admission, which is pretty difficult to make with the big, tough girl image she's been trying to keep up all this time. But, she feels pretty safe dropping it around Peter, so she just sets to work on finishing her pastry and her hot chocolate.
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on December 11th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
That makes him feel a lot better about barging in on her living space and she'll get no judgment from him for letting the tough girl image slip. Everybody needs someone they can let their guard down with sometimes.

"Yeah, it took me a while to get used to living by myself when I first moved out. You're used to so much sound and knowing that the creaking floorboard is probably someone in your family. When you're alone all you can think is 'there was no one to make that floorboard creak'."

See he doesn't mind admitting alone is creepy either.
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