005 || Nathan Petrelli || Video

[law_anddisorder]

[Nathan's been here only a day, and has taken complete advantage of the fact that there's alcohol to be had at the town's saloon. His few weeks spent as a teetotaler (mostly) have insured that he'd definitely be overdoing it once he got the chance.Hey, look at this. I'm a fuckin' cowboy. Gotta love this hat, huh? Just gotta get the boots and I'll

Comments

[chimeramimic]

[Oh dear God! Peter only left Nathan for a little while to teleport supplies into the house he selected that no one else was using!]

Okay, Nathan, that accent is ridiculous.

[Damn his grinning!]

[chimeramimic]

[It's hard to try and be a bad ass when you're almost giggling.]

You'll never find my men! And you'll never take me alive, Copper!

Oh. Wait. That's gangsters... You can torture me real good, Sheriff but I'll never talk!

[law_anddisorder]

Have it your way, you rascal. I've got some real good methods of makin' a man talk, you know.

No matter how tough you are, you can't survive this desert heat without water. How about walkin' on hot coals? I hear cattle-brandin' really hurts on a man's backside!

[Nathan's laughed himself nearly to tears when he deposits Peter inside the small, dusty cell and slams the door shut with a bang.]

I'll be ready and waitin' for your cohorts when they try bustin' you outta here, Petrelli.

[He pulls out his gun and tries spinning it again, and this time he's successful. Probably because he's sobered up a bit.]

[chimeramimic]

[Peter leans against the door, arms resting on a horizontal bar.]

This jail will never hold me! [He grabs the bars and gives them a big old shake before stalking to the bunk and laying down.]

[It's time to sing!]

NOOOOOBODY know the trouble I've SEEN!

[law_anddisorder]

[Nathan collapses into the creaky wooden chair behind the desk, laughing so hard he can barely breathe.]

Oh, God, Pete, you're killing me! Are you sure you're sober? You usually start singing after two glasses of wine!

[Nathan makes a show of forgetting he left the big brass ring of keys very close to the bars, and then feigns sleepiness.]

Now don't you be tryin' to break outta here, you got it? Your face is up on every Wanted poster in town. My boys'll just haul your ass right back in...

[He pretends to fall asleep, boots up on the desk.]

[chimeramimic]

[Who needs keys when--]

Lousy copper! [All right, so Peter's not exactly been a fan of Westerns. He keeps getting them confused with gangster movies!]

[Peter teleports out of his cell, and out of his cuffs, and touching Nathan's shoulder, he switches their places.]

Now who's ass has been hauled? Wait, that sounds weird. Either way!

MWAHAH!

[law_anddisorder]

[Nathan's eyes open when his boot-clad feet, no longer propped up on the desk, hit the floor with a thud. He's not sitting behind that desk anymore... he's on the cot inside the cell where Peter just was!

And Peter is now the one with his boots up on the desk, twirling the keys around his finger, laughing impishly.]

Hey! This isn't fair! No one told me about any villains with some sort of God damn black magic! I'm the Sheriff, and I demand you let me outta here.

[Nathan gets up and grips the iron bars, shaking them vigorously, pretending to look angry even though he's still trying not to laugh. Or panic, actually. This is a game, isn't it? Peter will eventually let him out, won't he?]

[chimeramimic]

Ooooh no.

[Nathan's going to ride off his liquor-induced haze right here. Peter has a little more work to do and knowing that Nathan can't get at any more alcohol is a bonus.]

Lay down. I'll be back soon!