005 || Nathan Petrelli || Video
[Nathan's been here only a day, and has taken complete advantage of the fact that there's alcohol to be had at the town's saloon. His few weeks spent as a teetotaler (mostly) have insured that he'd definitely be overdoing it once he got the chance.Hey, look at this. I'm a fuckin' cowboy. Gotta love this hat, huh? Just gotta get the boots and I'll
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Okay, Nathan, that accent is ridiculous.
[Damn his grinning!]
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Pete. Petey. What kind of a cowboy are you? You gotta look the part. We're goin' to that shop down the road, and we're gonna get you some cowboy boots.
[Nathan finishes the rest of his drink and tugs Peter towards the door.]
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I use to beg you to play cowboys with me and it's taken you twenty years to finally want to?
[Peter lets Nathan lean against him and gently guides the way.]
How many have you had?
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[Nathan laughs drunkenly and looks around, hoping that Peter knows the way to the shop, because now he can't remember if it was a left or a right at the corner.]
And yeah. We're gonna play cowboys. Better late than never, right, Pete?
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[Oh, he's laughing though. He doesn't know Nathan-The-Drunk very well at all and still finds him really very amusing. So they head to the general store where Peter's eyes go massive.]
Oh... GOD! Six-shooters!
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Holy shit, Pete. We gotta learn how to spin these things like they do in the movies. Come on. You're the superhero, you got telekinesis. Show me how to do it.
[Nathan picks one up and attempts to spin it, and commences to drop it on his foot.]
Ow... This! This is why the cowboys wear boots, Peter!
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[He does use his telekinesis, though this is just to keep Nathan from firing off his gun.]
I've spent all day stock piling food and water and you want to swing guns around.
[So much for relying on his older brother!]
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It's not loaded, Pete, I'm not an idiot.
All right, I'm an idiot. But not where guns are concerned. I'm just trying to have a little fun. I might die at the end of all this!
[Yes, he's well aware that if you die the powers that be can bring you back. That is, if they still want to use you for experiments. If you're not useful, you are terminated. Which is why he'd like to avoid dying as much as possible. He's escaped it enough times in the last three years as it is!]
Do you still, ah, need help getting supplies?
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I've got it all. But...lets' get something new to wear? How's that?
[Peter frowns at a screen print t-shirt mixed in with the other items.]
Okay...wild West now has-- television screens?!
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What the hell? I guess the people who've been keeping us here aren't perfect. Can't even get these experiments set up right!
[Nathan moves further inside, and finally, he's hit pay dirt! A set of dark brown leather cowboy boots, with a set of metal spurs attached. They look like they'd fit Peter; they're probably too small for him.]
Here you go, Pete!
[And right on the shelf before him, there's a perfect hat to match. He perches it on Peter's head and grins broadly.]
I gotta say, you make one good-lookin' cowboy.
[He winks and goes back to shopping.]
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[Peter tugs them off of his feet in favor of some black, knee high riding boots with silver heels and decoration around the ankle and instep. Now these? These are nice. He pulls off his shirt too and tugs on a white t-shirt and a silver and black waist coat.]
You play County Western star. I'm going to play bandit.
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But... you're the good brother! You were always the superhero! You used to make me tie tablecloths around your neck so you'd have a cape. Ma almost killed us when you ripped her best one when you jumped off the coffee table...
[Now he's hysterically laughing again. All right, Peter can be the dashing bandit, and Nathan will be the righteous County Sheriff.
Just as he's mulling over the fun he can have with this, he finds a pair of handcuffs in the bottom of an old burlap sack. He sneaks up behind Peter while he's perusing the rest of the costumes and snaps them around his wrists with a flourish.
Don't worry, Pete. Nathan thinks he remembers which of his pockets he stuffed the keys in.]
Gotcha. You're under arrest, you dirty varmint.
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H-Hey?!
[Not that Peter always remembers what powers he has! He finds himself pushed against one of the stacks of barrels, his brother's bad accent in his ear.]
Do you even know what a varmint is?!
[Peter certainly doesn't! He just knows that it's actually pretty fun being the bad guy for once!]
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Tryin' to play innocent, are you? You're a lawbreaker. A scoundrel. Can't be havin' the likes of you pollutin' my town, Peter.
Gonna have to pat you down, make sure you don't got any contraband.
[Nathan goes through the motions of patting his brother down for his imaginary sidearm, and then takes a deep breath when he realizes just how... inappropriate this situation might look to someone who stumbles across it. And his face burns when he realizes how much of a fool he made of himself a few nights ago. He pulls his hands back abruptly and clears his throat.]
Er, you're clean. Time to put you where you belong. Next stop: the county lockup.
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[Peter wriggles about and frowns, getting in on the act.]
Your jail doesn't scare me, Sheriff! Do your worst!
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[Another drunken peal of laughter, and Nathan marches Peter right out of the store and parades him down Main Street. Well, that's always what the main street in these small towns are called, right? Nathan did remember seeing a jail close by the house Peter had chosen to fortify for their three-week stay.]
Where's the rest of your ragtag crew? If you give up your partners in crime, I might see about reducin' your sentence.
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