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RP- "Someone is Ringing My Bell"

Jul 06, 2009 20:25

There were a few small instances in Peter Petrelli's life where he could say that he was right where he was meant to be at that moment. As he walked into Gray and Son Time Piece Repair to the sounds of a small tinkling bell, a wooden chair hitting a carpeted floor, and a grappling choking noise, Peter knew this was one of those times ( Read more... )

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shipshape_sheep July 7 2009, 01:06:53 UTC

((Sorry for the lateness of the reply, computer was being evil.))

Gabriel buried his face in his hands, unable to look at the man who had saved his life. He could feel the man's careful hand on his shoulder, hear his quiet voice murmuring soothing words into his ear. An angel in the flesh. But Gabriel knew he didn't deserve salvation.
Dimly he heard himself begging the stranger for absolution. "You don't know..." he said in a ragged, unsteady voice. "I've done terrible things. Hurt people. I had to stop myself. I didn't know what else I could do..."

perrypadfoot July 7 2009, 01:21:33 UTC

((I desperately need a Peter icon.))

Peter rubbed at his mouth as the man buried his face in his hands.

"Here, I'll tell you what we can do: we're going to get you cleaned up, I'll make us some tea, and you can help me with a little problem I have before my mother hunts me down and reams me for not completing my task."

Peter stood, offering the man his hand. "Deal?"

shipshape_sheep July 7 2009, 01:32:12 UTC

((But ninja!Peter is awesome :P))

Gabriel drew a deep breath and hastily wiped away the tears streaking his face with his sleeve. He stared at Peter with amazement, and, despite himself, a hint of suspicion--was this man real? He had forgotten that decent human beings actually existed. Gingerly, he took the man's slender hand in his own clumsy, bony grasp. "Thank you...you're very kind." He got to his feet and adjusted his crooked glasses.
A beat of awkwardness passed as Gabriel tried to think of something to say. How did one react to the person who had stopped their suicide attempt? At the moment, he felt a prickling mixture of gratitude and humiliation.
"Here, I'll show you to the kitchenette." He led Peter through the back doorway to his small two-room apartment. "...What can I help you with? Anything--I mean, I feel like I owe you quite a bit."

perrypadfoot July 7 2009, 01:35:51 UTC

"No, just sit, and I'll..." Peter blinked at the almost neurotically clean kitchen as he settled the man into a chair. "Er... kettle?"

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perrypadfoot July 9 2009, 01:47:48 UTC

Peter brought the tea over to the table, andsat facing Gabriel sideways in the chair.

"You want to talk about it?"

shipshape_sheep July 9 2009, 01:57:32 UTC

Gabriel took the tea gratefully and raised it to his lips. It was still a little too hot to drink without scalding his tongue, but the warm steam felt comforting somehow.

"I..." He set the tea down and looked at Peter. His eyes were very dark behind the thick lenses of his glasses. "I did something horrible. And I thought the only way to make it right was to get rid of myself." He surprised himself with the readiness of his confession.

perrypadfoot July 9 2009, 02:02:22 UTC

Peter chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. "But don't you think killing yourself would hurt others? Your family? Friends?"

shipshape_sheep July 9 2009, 02:11:56 UTC

Gabriel paused for a moment, his gaze wandering back to the surface of the table. He had never really thought about how his death would effect others. "I think my mother would probably be relieved. She could finally stop worrying over me." He let out an empty husk of a laugh. "As for friends, well...I've always sort of kept to myself. I guess I fit the profile of a hopeless lost cause pretty well."

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