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Who: Peter Petrelli and later Phoebe Halliwell
What: Peter reacts to Abel's disappearance. (basically tl;dr I didn't want to spam into the main comm)
Where: from Peter's room to formerly Abel's, then the Danger Room
When: immediately following this
Rating: PGish?
When Peter opened his door he found a tea set. He frowned, wondering if maybe the ghosts brought it here by mistake. He picked it up and saw Abel Nightroad clearly in his mind, using this very tea set.
… No.
The tea set slipped out of his grasp but he barely noticed. Peter was running as fast as he could up to Abel’s room. No… No. Please, god, no! He pleaded desperately with every fall of his feet. His lungs burned but he kept on running until he finally stopped.
Of course he already knew what he would see when he got there: Abel’s name missing from the door. Peter knew what he would find inside if he opened the door, but he couldn’t bear to face an empty room. Everything that proved Abel lived there would be gone. All that Peter had was this damn tea set. He was tempted to smash it to pieces. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that, either.
He turned away from the door and started walking. He wasn’t fully aware of where he was going until he made it to the Danger Room. Peter fished out the key that Sylar left behind and went inside. He needed a place to be alone, and that was getting harder to find in the castle.
Peter keyed in a program that would let him unleash all the anger and hurt he felt building up since he saw that empty door. Electricity coursed through his hands and arms, objects were flying everywhere, and when he got tired of that he just started hitting things.
Once he exhausted himself Peter slumped on the ground, taking deep breaths. Nothing he did made it hurt any less. Peter was still furious and Abel was still gone.
People he cared about kept leaving. How much more loss was he supposed to take? His fingers shook as he picked up his journal. Sooner or later other friends of Abel would notice the priest was gone. He didn’t know if he was ready for that. He stuck the journal back in his pocket without even looking.
What: Peter reacts to Abel's disappearance. (basically tl;dr I didn't want to spam into the main comm)
Where: from Peter's room to formerly Abel's, then the Danger Room
When: immediately following this
Rating: PGish?
When Peter opened his door he found a tea set. He frowned, wondering if maybe the ghosts brought it here by mistake. He picked it up and saw Abel Nightroad clearly in his mind, using this very tea set.
… No.
The tea set slipped out of his grasp but he barely noticed. Peter was running as fast as he could up to Abel’s room. No… No. Please, god, no! He pleaded desperately with every fall of his feet. His lungs burned but he kept on running until he finally stopped.
Of course he already knew what he would see when he got there: Abel’s name missing from the door. Peter knew what he would find inside if he opened the door, but he couldn’t bear to face an empty room. Everything that proved Abel lived there would be gone. All that Peter had was this damn tea set. He was tempted to smash it to pieces. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that, either.
He turned away from the door and started walking. He wasn’t fully aware of where he was going until he made it to the Danger Room. Peter fished out the key that Sylar left behind and went inside. He needed a place to be alone, and that was getting harder to find in the castle.
Peter keyed in a program that would let him unleash all the anger and hurt he felt building up since he saw that empty door. Electricity coursed through his hands and arms, objects were flying everywhere, and when he got tired of that he just started hitting things.
Once he exhausted himself Peter slumped on the ground, taking deep breaths. Nothing he did made it hurt any less. Peter was still furious and Abel was still gone.
People he cared about kept leaving. How much more loss was he supposed to take? His fingers shook as he picked up his journal. Sooner or later other friends of Abel would notice the priest was gone. He didn’t know if he was ready for that. He stuck the journal back in his pocket without even looking.