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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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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."

perrypadfoot July 9 2009, 02:16:04 UTC

"You're not hopeless, Gabriel. Besides, I'd miss you if you were gone," Peter said quietly, looking intently at the watchmaker.

shipshape_sheep July 9 2009, 02:24:37 UTC

Gabriel gazed at him in awe for a few moments, a shy smile tracing his lips. "You really are a good person, aren't you?" he murmured, almost to himself. "Incredible."

"I think I've said this before, but...I want to repeat it. Thank you. You saved my life." He considered reaching out to touch Peter's hand, but hesitated, unsure of how the other man might react to such a gesture. "I think you mentioned that you needed help with something? Whatever it is, I'll do my best to help you."

((Sorry, OOC, but Pete *did* mention something like that right? It's at the top of the post and I justed wanted to let you have Peter do something other than listen to Gabe mope on and on. :P))

perrypadfoot July 9 2009, 02:36:43 UTC

"Yeah, my mother has this old antique clock that sits on the mantle in my father's den, but it stopped working years ago. She wanted to get it restored for him." Peter explained as they made their way back into the shop.

shipshape_sheep July 9 2009, 02:45:13 UTC

"I see," Gabriel said slowly, clicking on a lamp perched over the meticulously neat worktop. Yellow light played over the elaborately carved wood of the clock. "This is a beautiful piece of work."
He slid into a stool in front of the desk and replaced his spectacles with a pair of magnified glasses that gave him an owlish, faintly ridiculous look. A few minutes of fiddling with a series of delicate tools and the clock's case had been carefully opened, revealing a ticking nest of gears and cogs. "I think I see the problem. A broken gear...should be easy enough to repair."
"How long have you had this clock?" Gabriel asked in a slightly distracted tone of voice. "These parts are from the 1890s, and for the most part they're extremely well-preserved."

perrypadfoot July 9 2009, 02:57:51 UTC

"I have no idea. It's been in the family forever. My grandfather gave it to my father as a wedding gift or something..."

Peter sat back, watching Gabriel meticulously go over each piece of the clock's insides. "A part from over a century ago doesn't seem like something you would just have lying around."

"Well, it's not, but there are a few distributor's I can call," Gabriel said, distracted by the inner working of the clock. "It may take a few days."

"Um. Okay. Look, I'm kind of having this party to celebrate my actually holding down a job in a few days." Peter scribbled down his adress on the back of a napkin he'd stuffed in his bag. "Bring the clock here then so I can just go ahead and give it to my mother. If it's not finished... then come by anyway. Save me from harassing you here neurotically checking up on you, okay," Peter smiled, pushing his bangs behind his ear.

shipshape_sheep July 9 2009, 03:11:31 UTC

((Gotta go but continue this tomorrow? :D))

Gabriel shook himself from the somehow hypnotic puzzle of interconnecting gears and took the napkin. "Thank you," he said, wondering distantly when the last time he'd been invited to a party was--or if he'd ever been invited to one. "I'd love to come." The reply sounded hollow, a programmed response ingrained by etiquette. He broke into his first unrestrained grin of the evening, and for an instant it seemed to erase all the sorrow and anxiety from his darkly-featured face. "I mean that. I'll look forward to seeing you again."

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