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[medicpetrelli]

Simone was dead. Here one moment, gone the next. Nathan was busy with God knows what; probably trying to save his career, and Angela...all she kept telling Peter was that he needed to be a good boy and try to work with Noah, but Bennet had been preoccupied with keeping Claire safe from that Sylar guy.

He was going to explode. He'd heard it over and

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[northernclaude]

"Well, I see you've reached new heights in the emo kid department. Congrats."

Claude was standing at the open bathroom door, arms crossed. He'd spent a ridiculous amount of time on the fire escape, waiting, thinking about this. It was stupid. He knew Bennet was still in town and might even be watching this flat, and still he returned. He was suck a bloody sucker for disaster.

But he couldn't let the town explode, all those innocent people die, because one stupid kid couldn't control his emotions. So here he was. Suicidal, probably, but he didn't really have much to lose.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter's teeth chattered together in his mouth and he shot a surprised glare in Claude's direction, his wet bang hanging down over his eyes. "O-oh, finally d-decide to come back, did y-you?!" Peter stuttered. "R-right when I'm learning h-how to handle this o-on my own! Thanks al-lot!" Bastard. Claude had abandoned him just as badly as the rest. If he thought he could waltz in here and taunt Peter, he had another thing coming!

[northernclaude]

"Oh save the bloody melodrama, will you?" Claude strode towards the shower and cut off the water. "What d'you think you're doing? Does being under the shower numb away all the pain?" That last part was said in a sing-song voice. "You forgot the Evanescence soundtrack, mate. Now get a bloody towel."

[medicpetrelli]

Peter was up in a flash, cold-bitten fingers twining in Claude's shirt. He slipped a little when he pushed forward but managed to find his feet outside the tub, slamming Claude against the wall hard enough to knock the mirror off and send it shattering. "Son of a bitch!"

[npetrelli]

Why did Peter always have to get himself into trouble?

First they'd though that he'd died in the explosion of his apartment building, and those had been a rough few days. And then Ma told him, finally, that they'd got their hands on him. Nathan had followed her, in a daze, across these buildings that were made to contain and search for people with abilities. He didn't want to be here, but he had to see his brother.

An employee let him into Peter's cell, and Nathan walked in. "Pete," he said, a little sharply.

[medicpetrelli]

"Nathan..." Peter could barely believe it! His eyes widened and he stood up from the bed, walking to his brother and hugging him tightly, breathing in his scent. Nathan smelled like home. "You're getting me out of here, right?"

[npetrelli]

Nathan couldn't resist giving Peter a long hug. He had missed him, after all. But after a while, he grasped Peter's shoulders and pushed him back, looking at him. He was scruffy, eyes a bit unfocused. It was hard to tell if this was just Peter being Peter, or because of drugs they'd given him.

"I just came to visit," he said.

[medicpetrelli]

"Real funny. Ma is trying to keep me here, you're not gonna just let her do that, right?" They'd always had each others backs...well, until recently. Nathan, it seemed, just wanted to keep Peter quiet during his election. But this; this was imprisonment. This was bigger than some stupid election. He leaned in close - as close as any Italian would get to his brother - and whispered, "Some weird guy watched me shower earlier and they force-feed me pills. This isn't cool."

Desquished! Swichin it up, if that's okay. Feel free to be Claude or Thompson or Rene, whomever 8D

[medicpetrelli]

The next morning Peter was awoken and given a hearty breakfast of....egg-slop and a piece of toast. Awesome. He was half tempted to sneak out to McDonald's and come back like nothing happened.

But he ate what he could stomach and threw the rest away. After a shower and a fresh change of clothes Peter did some stretching in his cell, wondering if Claude was even coming back or if he'd have to suffer this silent Haitian guy alone. Maybe it'd just be another day of disappointment and failure. That wouldn't surprise him....

Muahahahaaaaaaaaahaaaaa! haaa...

[perversemind]

Thompson was up bright and early, and since Bennet had proven a little disappointing yesterday - a few more fireworks would have been fun - he headed to Level Five. He still had access, which was a good thing. He was curious to see how Mr Sylar was doing.

But when he spotted the Petrelli boy, he couldn't help but stop and watch. He was eating something that looked rather nasty, and he had to say that the kid was damn attractive. He might get in trouble for this, but then again, if he managed to help Petrelli gain control over his abilities, he'd certainly go up in the boss's esteem.

He knocked at the glass door before getting the guard to open up and entering.

DDDDDDDDDDDDD8 *is scared....*

[medicpetrelli]

Peter looked up from where he was sitting cross-legged on his bed like a kid. He didn't know this guy...

"Um, hey...are you here to draw blood or something?" It was a logical guess.

He'll be ~gentle~... at first

[perversemind]

Thompson raised his eyebrows as he wandered around the cell. It was pretty impressive that Mrs Petrelli had put her own son in one of these. Said a lot about their screwed up family.

"Do I look like a medical technician?" he asked.

[medicpetrelli]

That meant yes, Nathan was leaving, as usual. "No." Peter sighed against his brother. "Love you, Nate."

[npetrelli]

"Love you Pete," said Nathan, pressing a kiss to his brother's temple. "You call me, tell me how it's going, okay?"

[medicpetrelli]

Peter pulled back enough to meet Nathan's eyes. "Yeah. Can I have another one?" he asked sheepishly, tapping his other temple.

[npetrelli]

Nathan chuckled dryly and kissed Peter's other temple. "That better?"

(*SWITCHING THINGS UP FOR A BIT! Thompson or Rene, up to you~!*)

[medicpetrelli]

Peter drew in a slow breath as he began to wake up from what felt like just a few minutes of deep sleep, but had, in fact, been several long hours on a plane drugged up hardcore. He murmured something unintelligible and tried to sit up, but found he couldn't...whether it was because of a heavy feeling from the drugs or because he was strapped down, Peter couldn't immediately tell. "Hmm?"

Doh! XD

[perversemind]

"Hello Peter," said Thompson, leaning above the boy. It had been a smooth flight to Odessa, and the Haitian was standing around him now while the drugs slowly cleared from his system. He'd chosen not to tie him up - he wanted Peter's trust.

Re: Doh! XD

[medicpetrelli]

Peter winced when the light stung his eyes, rolling over slowly. "Ugh. How long..." He rubbed at his face to help himself wake up, definitely feeling that he wasn't able to regenerate. There was a sense of density in his limbs that would otherwise not be there if his powers were activated.

[perversemind]

"Oh, it was a while. You slept like a baby," he said, settling down on the edge of Peter's bed. "You gave us quite a scare, but nobody was hurt in the end. And now you're in Odessa, and as you can see, our friend René is keeping you harmless."

René was resting against a wall in a corner of the room, hands in his pockets, observing the other two.