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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."

[ooc: have a mid s1 Peter]
 
 
 
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.
Claire Bennet: ✓ regeneration prevents fattychan.autophoenix on December 11th, 2010 07:24 am (UTC)
"Exactly. Which means it's either someone who's not supposed to be there or, like … I don't know, a ghost or something. I don't know which would be worse, honestly." She laughs at her own joke and shakes her head a little, propping one elbow up on the table so she can rest her chin in her hand.

"Besides," she shrugs casually, wearing a teasing smirk. "If you move in, it'll officially become your job to level the washing machine when it starts rattling and snake the drain and all that fun stuff."
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on December 15th, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
Peter laughs out loud at that. "I'll do my best? I grew up in New York City where you have landlords or someone calls a handyman."

He pauses a moment, thinking about it and letting the laugh settle to a grin. "It sounds like fun though."

And it really kind of does. At least to Peter.
Claire Bennet: ✓ straight up flirtychans.autophoenix on December 15th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
"Hey," she says teasingly, trying to force the smile out of her face and pretend she's being serious but failing miserably, "maintenance is no laughing matter. You've got to earn your keep -- you should be taking your manly duty more seriously."

Yeah, there was definitely no hope of keeping that smile down. She bursts out laughing as well, shaking her head.
Peter Petrelli: crazy crooked grinmybrothershadow on December 28th, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
Peter tries to stifle his laughter. He really does and yet he can't do it terribly successfully. he shakes his head then bites his lip, finally getting the laughter a bit under control.

"Right. Seriously. I'll stabilize your washer and fix the leaks under your sink stoically even."
Claire Bennet: [smile] inside jokeautophoenix on December 29th, 2010 09:34 am (UTC)
The smile spreads infectiously over her face and she raises her cocoa mug to try and hide it, though that's pretty much a useless effort. Can't blame a girl for trying. She fixes him with a shy look, forcing her lips to curl in a wry kind of teasing smirk.

"Relax, I'm not going to ban you from smiling. I'm not a slave driver." The smirk became something of a more genuine, quiet smile and she shrugged a shoulder. "You're pretty much all I've got here. I'd say that kind of entails encouraging the whole smile thing."
Peter Petrelli: The Dreamermybrothershadow on December 30th, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
Yeah the hiding isn't working much especially since he's watching her, reflecting her smile with his own. He pushes his bangs out of his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Of course not. I'm sure I'll get two meals a day and a cot to sleep on." he sobers the smallest bit, the smile becoming less teasing and more grateful.

"We could do worse. Having just each other here."
Claire Bennet: [upset] look awayautophoenix on December 30th, 2010 11:51 pm (UTC)
"I'm glad you're here," she admits a little quietly. "I mean, not that you got stuck here, just ... you know, having you around. I didn't really think I'd get the chance to see you again." Suddenly, like she's pulling herself out of a kind of haze that won over her while she was addressing him, she pushes her chair out.

"Come on, I'll show you around. You can tell me more about all of the people you've met, and I'll tell you more about Roanoake." It sounds fair enough to her, anyway, so she stands up and pushes her chair in. "I'm kind of jealous, honestly. You're the only person I've met who can -- you know."

Other than Sylar, of course. But talking about him wasn't on the top of her to-do list. In fact, she avoided thinking about that at all costs.
Peter Petrelli: [Claire] hugmybrothershadow on January 4th, 2011 01:25 am (UTC)
Peter gets up just after her, still absorbing and thinking about what she'd said. Clearly she's feeling really alone and had been even before coming here. After a moment he reaches and takes her hand lightly in his. It's an attempt to help her feel a little bit less lonely.

"Trust me. If you'd met Claude you wouldn't be jealous," he jokes with her. "I got lucky. New York City gets a lot of visitors."
Claire Bennet: ✓ oh that must be nice for you.autophoenix on January 8th, 2011 10:22 am (UTC)
When his hand grabbed hers, her eyes widened and immediately she looked down as if she expected some third party to be responsible. He couldn't seriously be -- but he was. Her gaze dragged up his arm slowly and fixed on his face for a minute, scrutinizing. Then, she quickly just turned her head away, satisfaction working into the smile that monopolized her face, reaching her eyes as she led him down the street towards where she'd been staying.

"Hey, I wish I had a friend who'd throw me off. Mine just sits at the bottom and films it." There was teasing in her tone but she quickly realized that it wasn't something she'd meant to share. Talking to Peter was too easy and her expression turned from wryly curved smile to distracted surprise with herself and then an evasive duck of her head. She cleared her throat.

"So, what's New York like, anyway? I've never been." A shrug. "Granted, there are a lot of places I've never been ... I guess that's probably why this whole thing doesn't bug me too badly."
Peter Petrelli: smirkmybrothershadow on January 17th, 2011 08:23 pm (UTC)
She was probably reading more into it than he meant. Sure she's pretty and it's appealing that he can talk about his powers and hers with her without her looking at him like he's insane. She's also young. Right now the hand holding was strictly a comfort thing--right? Definitely. Absolutely. Okay well...no he couldn't.

"Testing your power out?" It was said with some concern because the idea of her killing herself over and over isn't appealing but it was also said with a teasing tone. He understood needing to know about your power, how far you could push it and how you could control it or couldn't. It wasn't something you wanted to learned something new about during a crucial, crisis time.

"Big. Busy. There's so many people that you can just disappear into a crowd. I like that. There's always something to do, something new to see. And if you need to get away, there are a million roof tops that you can be all alone on. No one ever looks up. I guess I was lucky. As a Petrelli I got to go to a lot of places. New York City is still my favorite though."
Claire Bennet: ✓ well?  do you wanna?autophoenix on January 19th, 2011 06:35 am (UTC)
His question about testing her power got a sheepish nod. It wasn't really something she was prepared to discuss at length -- she didn't like bragging about the kind of issues it obviously proved she had that she would throw herself off a gravel plant and see what happened, or tell her friend to hit her with his car. Or to drive Brody Mitchum's car into a wall at seventy miles per hour. But, this was Peter. Her hero. Honesty was never a question with Peter, it was a given.

"It was just something I had to do," she confessed in a quiet tone, before latching onto the change of topic to get away from that. Freak standards were pretty complicated when they were both pretty freaky, all things considered, but that didn't mean she was any less worried about what he might think of her if he decided she was just some loser suicidal teenager.

"Petrelli?" She shook her head, not knowing quite what that entailed. She was pretty well-versed in state and national government, but only state for where she lived. Which was decidedly pretty far from New York, so knowing that Nathan was running for that seat was a little beyond her knowledge. Particularly considering she couldn't even vote yet.

"Maybe you can take me sometime and I can see it. I mean, you live there, right? So, I could stay with you or something." By the sound of it, the prospect excited her -- getting away the nagging, prying eyes of people at Union Wells? Definitely not something she'd say no to at this point. The TV cameras were a nightmare, but worse were her fellow students. With the exception of Zach, none of them seemed able to look at her the same way.
Peter Petrelli: scrubs and a smilemybrothershadow on January 28th, 2011 04:28 am (UTC)
/late tag forever
"To see how far it would go." He made it a statement, almost an end to her sentence rather than a question. He did get it and he would have said that in some part it was human nature. When he spoke again, his voice was concerned. Whether Claire liked it or not, he felt responsible for her now. She was his cheerleader and he saved her. She had to stay saved now. "You should be careful though. Okay?" He squeezed her hand lightly when he said it.

"Nathan is running for Senator," Peter explained. He didn't judge her for not knowing. He didn't honestly pay much attention to politics until Nathan got involved. "There's a lot of press and media around right now."

He could hear the excitement in her voice and nodded. He couldn't deny her that. Besides it was good for a teenager to see the world, right? And New York City had a lot of the world in it. "As long as your Dad says it's okay, you can come for a couple of weeks in the summer. If we time it right I'll be out of work and I can show you around."