§ Application
NAME: Emily
JOURNAL: iluroadrunner6
EMAIL: iluvroadrunner6@yahoo.com
AIM: iluvroadrunner6
WIKI NAME: iluvroadrunner
CHARACTERS: TBD
CHARACTER NAME: Angela Petrelli
FANDOM: Heroes
CANON: Post-321: Into Asylum
WHAT THEY LOST: Her memories of Maury Parkman
PERSONALITY: Angela Petrelli is the epitome of calm, cool and collected. The fact that her ability is prophetic dreams probably lends itself to that, as she can see things coming before they happen. She is always composed, rarely ever rattled, and rarely ever emotional. She will stare you down and try to get under your skin before she’ll admit she’s scared, and she’s done that on several occasions, most notably with Sylar at the end of the third volume.
She is also, however, a woman of secrets and she sure likes to keep them. After the “death” of her husband, Arthur, she started to close herself off more. She suffered years of mental abuse at the hand of her husband, and she’s very reluctant to get close in that way to anyone. As a result, she’s developed a quick dry way of snapping back at those who try to pry them out of her. She can build you up and cut you down in the same sentence, and the most frequent victims of her quick tongue are her sons, Nathan and Peter. She is the first one to push them away, and they do, quite often, push back, but at the end of the day, there’s still a strong bond there.
Despite all outward indications, she cares very much for her sons, and will sacrifice almost anything to keep them together and in one piece. She tried to kill her husband when she learned that Arthur had tried to kill Nathan, and while she and Nathan butt heads quite often, she does what she needs to do to protect her family, as they’re one of the few things she feels she has left.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Angela Petrelli was not a woman of great faith.
The weekly ritual of attending mass had long since lost its cathartic nature and become almost like a chore in that respect, another piece of her going through the motions and pretending that everything was alright. After Kirby Plaza, she’d stopped going completely, almost as though losing Peter had killed that last piece of effort she needed to keep going through the motions.
She was tired. Tired of the pompous self-righteousness, the false promises of deliverance to a God who was far more merciful in their fairytales than she was inclined to believe he was. Angela had seen the end of the world and all in entailed, and she couldn’t find herself believing that the supposedly merciful God of scripture and the higher power that would bring about judgment in that particular manner were one in the same. Her dreams were full of hellfire and damnation, and maybe that was just her particular day of judgment, her punishment for the life she had lead, but after nearly losing both her sons, she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
She had also found the sacrament of confession the most tiring ritual of all. Confession was good for the soul, they said, and yet Angela had never found much comfort in confessing to an anonymous stranger. Aside from the idea that most of the sins on her list, a priest would never believe or even begin to understand, Angela hadn’t started to lose control yet. Her secrets were hers to keep, and until the day when they were relevant for others to understand, they were going to stay that way. However, the situation she was in now was far from the normal ritual.
She hid in the dark of the confessional, and she didn’t have to dream to know that she and Peter were going to get caught. They had no way to escape from Danko’s men, and they would probably wind up in cells by the end of the day. There were things that needed to be said, and what better place to say them than a confessional-a place meant to absolve, yet hold the secrets as well. This wasn’t her confessing to an anonymous priest, to someone who wouldn’t understand. This was her son, someone who was so much like herself before the world swallowed her whole, and someone who she needed to understand, more than anything else. So she confessed-lifted some of the many secrets off her soul and let Peter know that in the end, his mother, whatever he may have thought of her, was just as lost and confused as he was. She confessed and eased her burden, searching for absolution and forgiveness from the one person who could give it to her.
And after Bennet let them go, she finally slept.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: In the end, I suppose we brought this upon ourselves. We can’t just be wide-eyed dreamers, wanting to save the world and being easily manipulated by a man who had seen more in his lifetime than should have ever been intended. I think in the end, we thought Adam’s years had made him wiser, and mistook madness for that wisdom. Maybe if we had sooner, some of the mistakes we made would not have been, but then again, humanity has never really been known for it’s ability to look deeper than what sits on the surface-we are always so willing to take our ideals, our well-meaning intentions and channel them into the nearest situation that offers them an outlet, whether that be the nearest charity of their choice, or the idealistic high hopes of a madman who will probably destroy the world in the process of trying to save it.
I’m not saying that I’m absolved of this, by any means. There is just as much blood on my hands as the rest of them, and seeing as I’m the only one left, the weight of our actions now falls on me to correct. Naivety and optimism are not excuses for some of the choices I have made in my lifetime, and while my actions within the Company are probably one of my greatest regrets, at least I have those regrets. The same mistakes will not be made twice-and so far they haven’t. Instead, they’ve found a way to make bigger ones. While Nathan was in charge, I knew that there was some common sense behind the power-namely, Bennet’s. However, now that Danko is in charge, and the rest of us are on the run?
God help us all.