( wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head )

[ Much to Peter's utmost chagrin, his least favourite part of the day had arrived and he was forced to return to his apartment, the place he really couldn't even call a home anymore. It wasn't; he'd taken away every part of it that could be called even remotely comforting and turned his walls into the constant reminder of the guilt that was ( Read more... )

[ It was really a good thing that he'd brought a jacket to that kids house; he hadn't been expecting to be shot at close range by a rifle and walking into a hospital a bloody mess was likely to send off alarms. But even if he hadn't, it wouldn't have stopped him. All of this provided a distraction from the virus and Adam and the Company and ( Read more... )

[ Peter had snagged the newspaper at the first opportunity after they'd gotten up far past the sunrise, dropping down onto his awful couch with it. Ignoring all the usual pages he turned to first and beginning to peruse the wanted ads for other apartments, Peter realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was looking for. What he even ( Read more... )

[ Peter'd gone to some out of the way location in the gardens. Mostly so that it was unlikely for anyone to interrupt, and so that if Claire wanted to, she could tell him off at all volumes without anyone else hearing ( Read more... )

[ After having to go to Coyote Sands and D.C. without Adam, there really wasn't any way that he was going to go to the Fire Nation without him, either. But he still wanted to go, still wanted to have a break from real life, whatever that meant. And Aang seemed more than a little excited about it, so why not. If more people found out that he was ( Read more... )

[ Peter's been wandering aimlessly for the past day. Sure, he got some sleep, but that's not the point. The point is, he's got amnesia, he's confused, and he's on a ghost ship. Life just really couldn't get more baffling ( Read more... )

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