Open - The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Bombs

[medicpetrelli]

Location: A field.
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Characters: Peter

"I can't control it!" Peter yelled, his hands blaringly white, blinding him. He was going radioactive, and the only thing that could stop Peter from taking out New York was a bullet to the head. And of course Claire wasn't around, because nothing could ever be easy!

Peter closed his eyes and cried out in

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[normalbennetkid]

He'd finally gotten one of the craftsmen to make him a ball that was close enough to a soccer ball to be useful--though he wasn't going to ask what it was made of. He was kicking it around aimlessly, ignoring his surroundings as much as he could. He was settling in to being Hannibal's 'fosterling', whatever that meant, but... he missed home. And electricity. And most of all, soccer. It had been his life for such a long time, and now... Lyle sighed heavily, eyes dropping to his feet as he stopped the ball. A second later something crashed into his back. "What the hell?"

[medicpetrelli]

Once Peter found his bearings and shook his head out, he stared in bewilderment at the younger man. "...Another person! Ha! Another person, oh thank God!" With that, he threw his arms around Lyle and squeezed.

[normalbennetkid]

"Hey, dude, not cool." He pulled away, flushing slightly, then looked the man over. Obviously another guy from their world. That was nice. He'd actually make sense when he talked. Lyle was clothed in Pernese garments, only having the one pair of jeans he'd arrived in. "Uh, I bet you're confused." Hell, he still was.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter helped him up. "Sorry about that...where the hell are we??" He looked around again, then eyed Lyle curiously. Weird clothes...fuck, he really WAS in some other time!