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Night 55: M21-30 Hallway

Apr 01, 2011 20:53

Dinner was just as unappealing as lunch had been. A plain, tasteless gruel that had the same consistency as okayu without any of the flavor. If it were up to him, he would have flavored the broth, maybe topped it with pickled plum or green onions. He would have preferred salted salmon on top, but that was a luxury now. Worse than the taste was ( Read more... )

kirk, s.t., japan, claire bennet, peter petrelli, izaya, lunge, mccoy, l, roxas, prussia

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human_sponge April 1 2011, 23:50:56 UTC

In the end, dinner had gone by faster than Peter had expected, probably because it had taken him a lot of energy just to do small tasks -- and he tended to lose track of time when he was speaking with Sam. He was glad that they were relatively comfortable with each other by now, even though he realized there were a lot of unshared secrets between them still. It didn't seem to hamper their friendship or their compatibility as roommates in any way, and that was the important thing.

What it did mean, though, was that he hadn't even gotten the chance to wheel himself around and see if Neku was right about all of his items being gone. His shovel was normally stored in his closet, but would it be there? He realized it wouldn't be a huge hassle to get another one, but it would become problematic if each one he got was then taken when morning came. Why were they making things harderBut maybe Neku was the only one who'd been affected, something to do with the Special Counseling he'd been forced into. At this point it seemed easier to just ( ... )

autophoenix April 3 2011, 23:29:47 UTC

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Okay. The more rational part of her brain chimed in as she turned down the hallway that Peter shared with Sylar, following the numbers back as they counted down. So maybe she couldn't say that she'd never run into an issue there anymore, after last night, but it wasn't like she'd died or something. Just … lost all faith in her ability to tell the difference between Peter and a monster or whatever that thing was.

She wasn't going to dwell on it, okay? It was better that way. So, she stopped in front of M24 and, while she considered knocking on the door, she instead just pushed it open and peeked inside, not hesitating to step in quietly.

"Peter?"

human_sponge April 4 2011, 00:52:51 UTC

Having to wait in silence while still having to regulate his pain wasn't the best way to pass the time, but Claire luckily made the trip quickly despite the fact that she was coming from the other side of the set of room blocks.

Peter was glad that she didn't bother knocking, too. Sam was already gone anyway (though it would have been interesting for the two to meet), and having to wheel himself over to open the door for her would just be counterproductive.

So he watched her walk in, noticing the uncertainty in her eyes. He needed to put her worries to rest before anything else. "Izzie," he said immediately, with a weak smile. "My dad hated that dog." Nathan hadn't been the fondest of it either, but that was only to be expected. His brother had spent a large part of his life trying to be like Arthur, after all.

autophoenix April 4 2011, 06:32:30 UTC

The remark about his dad made Claire give a sympathetic nod, but knowing that he was quick to confirm it was him was both reassuring and frustrating. Like she couldn't tell that he was the one in the wheelchair, in his room. Granted, maybe his doppelganger could manage that too, but … still. Okay, she was definitely going to suck at this code word thing ( ... )

human_sponge April 4 2011, 20:13:59 UTC

Peter had to admit, trying to imagine Mr. Bennet playing with a tiny, fluffy dog was a pretty amusing mental image. It was enough to bring an unintended smile out of him as he pictured it. Nathan had at least tolerated Izzie enough to take her on walks sometimes and play fetch with the two of them when Peter asked, but he hadn't been as thrilled when the dog had tracked in dirt or torn up one of his ties ( ... )

autophoenix April 6 2011, 08:32:19 UTC

Right. The pain was starting to ease up a little. The phrases of uncertainty ('I think' and 'a little' weren't exactly confidence-inspiring) earned a reproving look from Claire, one that flagrantly doubted his claim but made it clear she wasn't going to call him out on it. Hey, if he wanted to try and make her feel better more power to him. That was an uncle's job, right? Or … something like that. Besides, maybe he was trying to convince himself too. If she were in that kind of condition …

Well, she'd been in that kind of condition a couple times, but it'd never lasted, and it'd never been while trapped in the weird house of horrors rip-off they were stuck in. Which, by the way? Seriously sucked. She couldn't seem to impress that enough today.

And it sucked worse because even when Peter smiled she couldn't help digging the knife into her emotional state that wow, there really were some ways to tell when it was him or not and that? Kind of one of them. Nobody else smiled like Peter, because when Peter smiled it had this ( ... )

human_sponge April 6 2011, 20:37:38 UTC

Peter didn't know what that look was for. Did she think he was lying? Well, maybe he was. He honestly couldn't tell if the pain was getting better or not, but the words had just come out. Mainly because he wanted them to be true. It was depressing each and every time he was reminded of just how much his powers had been weakened, even though he'd seen it as a blessing at first. It wasn't anymore, not when it meant he stayed injured and captured in this place ( ... )

autophoenix April 7 2011, 20:51:40 UTC

The whole length of stay thing made sense -- she may have been biased towards considering it super dumb, but being around as long as Peter had kind of warranted the whole consolation prize thing. The fact that they were getting their food ripped off in the first place was bad enough, though. Couldn't they find some other way to console the more senior so-called patients? Still. Internal complaining or not, she seemed to accept the answer ( ... )

human_sponge April 7 2011, 23:32:25 UTC

It really wasn't something to laugh about, but Peter knew that Claire was probably just doing her best to make light of something that was actually a pretty big deal. Then again, that was one of the only ways to cope with a lot of what went on here; laughing to avoid thinking about it harder than necessary. He couldn't hold that against her ( ... )

autophoenix April 8 2011, 02:30:58 UTC

"I'm glad," was her immediate, smile-accompanied response to the assurance that he was healing up. It was weird to see him all wheelchair-bound and injured like that. After all, the cripple look didn't even come close to meshing with the image she'd always had of Peter. He might as well just slap an S on his chest and call himself Superman. Well, mostly. But the point was that getting him out of the wheelchair was a notion that brought her considerable comfort. "On healing counts and your sedation record. If I'd been in here as long as you, I'd probably be tearing my hair out or something already ( ... )

human_sponge April 8 2011, 02:57:34 UTC

This was definitely good for both of them. Peter got to get out of this chair that much faster while Claire got to feel like she was being of help. She'd already done that with Edward (also for burns, in that case), but he got the feeling that that whole night had been soured for Claire due to other reasons. He was curious about how things had been going with her and Bella, but that would probably have to wait ( ... )

autophoenix April 9 2011, 04:15:46 UTC

"I'm just glad that you were right," she admitted. "I mean, I know I should have believed that you were going to be right from the start -- you usually are -- I just …" Was scared? Did she really want to confess to that? A part of her argued that Peter was the one person she could tell anything to -- that if she was going to admit that to anyone, he should be the one. But she wasn't sure she wanted even him to know it, so she just shook her head and looked down at her lap, fidgeting her hands ( ... )

human_sponge April 9 2011, 18:29:21 UTC

While Claire didn't finish that sentence, Peter could more or less fill in the blank. Worried, apprehensive, frightened -- whatever it was, she'd had her reasons for hesitating. After being told by her father that she might end up as some sort of science experiment because of her power, only for that to actually happen... Well, he could see why Claire had felt the need to be cautious. He still didn't think that she should start shouting from the rooftops about what she could do, but when it was with a friend, it was probably all right ( ... )

autophoenix April 10 2011, 07:11:25 UTC

"So, then, we don't cause a riot." Her response was prompt and she pulled one leg up against her chest, wrapping her arms around it so she could rest her chin on her knee, looking more intent on the discussion now that it had entered a productive spectrum instead of the necessary updates. "There are a million quieter ways to get around them and not get shot up with drugs for it."

Okay, maybe not a million. But she could think of at least a few -- nonviolent protest wasn't some brave new world of resistance, and Claire wasn't exactly the champion of being versed in it, but she'd been a teenager long enough to have some idea.

"What if we just got a hold of a set of keys?" The bat had worked to get some doors open, but some of the locks were too new and just simply wouldn't budge. It only made sense that wherever the broadcasts were coming from -- wherever Aguilar or Landel or whoever was in charge now was probably hiding -- would have those locks and they'd need a key to get in.

"We don't need to start … throwing food to ( ... )

human_sponge April 10 2011, 17:36:17 UTC

It wasn't even sedation that Peter was worried about. It was getting beaten down and being put in solitary like what had happened to some of the patients the day before. It was true that that could be recovered from, but it hindered progress even more, didn't it? Maybe it was the risk that had to be taken to actually get somewhere, but he didn't entirely buy that. There had to be a better way to go about it other than purposefully baiting the soldiers ( ... )

autophoenix April 10 2011, 23:17:44 UTC

Claire had to bite back a frustrated sigh at his pessimism and doubt. Sure, it wasn't exactly like they had good prospects, but trying things that might fail was better than not trying anything at all just for the sake of saying they'd keep searching for something better. And it sure beat the hell out of their current deal with things as they're happening plan.

"We have to take the offensive. We can't just keep … reacting to what they're doing as they do it, it's not going to get us anywhere. That kind of thinking is exactly why people are still stuck here!" So, maybe she was getting a little overzealous and defensive about this now, but she couldn't help it. But, he at least seemed a little open to the possibility, so she dropped the convincing and got right to moving on with her idea, even if it was admittedly still in the formative stages ( ... )

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