Be the one we need. [Active]
Character(s): Peter Petrelli and YOU [open]
Content: Peter arrives into the city in bloody clothing.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoonish?
Warnings: None really, maybe light swearing, but..
The fall wasn't the scary part of it. He had fallen before, felt wind rushing around him that caught his jacket and flared it outward like a cape while the ground rose up quickly to meet him.
The scary part was that this time Nathan wasn't there to catch him, that there was nothing to keep him from slamming into the unforgiving ground far below him. His mind reached out for thoughts of the girl he tried to save, seeing her smile... was she safe?
He hoped so.
Dying hurt far less than he imagined it. Each sickening crack of his bones echoed in his mind as his body slammed into the ground outside the high school, fulfilling another vision of the tragic painter. His head hit the ground and he saw stars, and for a moment.. there was nothing.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't feel.
The moment passed and Peter gasped, eyes shooting open. Each broken bone mended itself, clicking back into place. The noises were sickening, but did not hurt as much as creeped him out. He pushed himself up, moving his limbs to aid the mending process, trying to
overcome the shock factor of 'holy hell I almost died'.
Or maybe he did.
A glance down at himself verified that he had been injured, that his clothes were covered in blood. But was the blood his? What happened to that man who was going after the cheerleader?
...What happened to the cheerleader? Did he save her? Did he save the world?
Once his bones clicking back into place quieted down, Peter rose to his feet hesitantly. There was a gate. There were people. And the people seemed oblivious to him actually arriving and having blood on his clothes.
He was herded inside the gates, and stood there with confusion on his face. When he asked where he was, all they said was he was in Paixao.
Wherever that was. It wasn't like Peter had a big grasp on geography anyway.
"..I need a shower." He grumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair. New clothes as well. But that could come after he got rid of the dark crimson that stained the ones he had.
Content: Peter arrives into the city in bloody clothing.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoonish?
Warnings: None really, maybe light swearing, but..
The fall wasn't the scary part of it. He had fallen before, felt wind rushing around him that caught his jacket and flared it outward like a cape while the ground rose up quickly to meet him.
The scary part was that this time Nathan wasn't there to catch him, that there was nothing to keep him from slamming into the unforgiving ground far below him. His mind reached out for thoughts of the girl he tried to save, seeing her smile... was she safe?
He hoped so.
Dying hurt far less than he imagined it. Each sickening crack of his bones echoed in his mind as his body slammed into the ground outside the high school, fulfilling another vision of the tragic painter. His head hit the ground and he saw stars, and for a moment.. there was nothing.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't feel.
The moment passed and Peter gasped, eyes shooting open. Each broken bone mended itself, clicking back into place. The noises were sickening, but did not hurt as much as creeped him out. He pushed himself up, moving his limbs to aid the mending process, trying to
overcome the shock factor of 'holy hell I almost died'.
Or maybe he did.
A glance down at himself verified that he had been injured, that his clothes were covered in blood. But was the blood his? What happened to that man who was going after the cheerleader?
...What happened to the cheerleader? Did he save her? Did he save the world?
Once his bones clicking back into place quieted down, Peter rose to his feet hesitantly. There was a gate. There were people. And the people seemed oblivious to him actually arriving and having blood on his clothes.
He was herded inside the gates, and stood there with confusion on his face. When he asked where he was, all they said was he was in Paixao.
Wherever that was. It wasn't like Peter had a big grasp on geography anyway.
"..I need a shower." He grumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair. New clothes as well. But that could come after he got rid of the dark crimson that stained the ones he had.