XII. [ location: osten street court ] out of the school yard, waiting for the world's applause.
Since the new memories, Peter had been spending less and less time in the Sanctuary For All. He'd go out for a walk or a meal or two. Sometimes he didn't even go back to the building until the next day. He spent a few nights back at the Petrelli Mansion, or glaring up at the Company building. Why the hell it was still there? It's not like it was useful to anyone.
Last night was the same. He had gone back to the mansion and spent the night. It wasn't a surprise that Nathan wasn't there. He had moved in with that Mary Winchester. Peter was sure there was something going on between them. Why else would they have moved in together?
After he left the mansion he headed back to Osten. His eyes caught a small community basketball court. one with the wooden backboards and rusted chains instead of a net. Why the hell not? He needed to do something active to work out all the stress from reoccurring nightmares. Maybe he shouldn't have taken his mother's ability.
Peter went to the nearest hatch and gave the replicated basketball a few bounce tries. Not bad. He then pulled his iPod out and hit the court. Anyone up for a game of hoops?
Last night was the same. He had gone back to the mansion and spent the night. It wasn't a surprise that Nathan wasn't there. He had moved in with that Mary Winchester. Peter was sure there was something going on between them. Why else would they have moved in together?
After he left the mansion he headed back to Osten. His eyes caught a small community basketball court. one with the wooden backboards and rusted chains instead of a net. Why the hell not? He needed to do something active to work out all the stress from reoccurring nightmares. Maybe he shouldn't have taken his mother's ability.
Peter went to the nearest hatch and gave the replicated basketball a few bounce tries. Not bad. He then pulled his iPod out and hit the court. Anyone up for a game of hoops?