[ Peter has no idea how he ended up here, on a couch, listening to a bunch of middle aged women and a few other assorted people talk about Pride and Prejudice. He lost count of how many times he was nearly force fed a cookie by some woman claiming that he's too skinny, and this is starting to feel like all those dreams about showing up to class ( Read more... )

[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to ( Read more... )

[Wecome to the Game Grid. It's a flashback for Quorra, a reminder of one of her first escapades into the city. She'd slipped up, been caught by a Recognizer, and sent to the Games.

The lightdisc arena looks something like four clear plastic boxes put together with just the edges touching, leaving a square in the middle. In each box there is a pair ( Read more... )

Ignore this!!

[Welcome to the Grid. The entire world is outfitted in dark colors. Blues. Greens. Blacks. Nothing too bright, except for the lines of light that seem to cover every surface. Circuitry. In some places, it's a bright, steady glow, while in others it seems to flicker, like a light bulb on the verge of burning out. The Grid's been damaged. Badly, in ( Read more... )

[Welcome to an ice cave full of sadness and desolation. And arctic temperatures. It's an ice cave, what do you expect?

Sylar is sitting against one of the walls, looking up toward the ceiling. He felt so alone. Even more so than he had during the imaginary eight years he spent in his head. His mind was just being particularly melodramatic about it ( Read more... )