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Jun 28, 2009 15:54

There's a face that Chicago doesn't see all that often sitting in one corner of The Luna Bar, enjoying a whiskey sour and taking a moment to relax. To say that Adam has been busy lately would be the understatement of the millennium. It's not exactly easy to run worldwide criminal organization and it's even harder to figure out a good way to ( Read more... )

peter petrelli, julian sark, cy, jack bristow, adam monroe

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weaponof_choice June 28 2009, 23:12:27 UTC
Peter drops onto a stool several down from where Adam's seated, sighing. He scrubs at his face with his hands, but when the bartender approaches to ask him what he'd like, he's immediately friendly and polite. He asks for a beer with a warm smile and he even takes the time to ask her how her day's going.

Peter's day is not going so well. He's got the forged paperwork showing he's licensed to be a nurse, but what good is that if he doesn't remember all his training? He's tried studying up on his own, but, really, he's just not that good at it, not outside the structure of regular classes and instructors and hands-on experience.

The beer arrives, and Peter's got more polite words and smiles for the barkeep. Once she drifts away to help another customer, however, the smile fades, and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, before he begins nursing his beer.

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howangryarethey June 28 2009, 23:26:39 UTC
Looks like Peter. Sounds like Peter. Is cheerfully naive and has far more faith in humanity like Peter. Is even quietly angsty like Peter.

Adam's been in this universe a lot longer than a lot of people realize and while he never really thought of anyone showing up here from his universe, the fact that someone (besides Sylar- Lord knows he could do without Sylar) has and it's Peter, of all people.

Well. Let's just say Adam's day has brightened significantly.

"Peter Petrelli," he says casually, but loudly enough for Peter to hear him, picking up his whiskey and giving the contents a good twirl. There's a chance that there just might be a spectacular double running around, so it's always good to be sure of these things.

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weaponof_choice June 28 2009, 23:33:08 UTC
Peter gives a mild start at the sound of his name and he straightens up. He looks around until he sees the gentleman down at the end of the bar watching him while pretending not to be watching.

"I, uh." Clearly this is somebody who knows him. He thinks of how badly his meeting with Claire went and his stomach ties itself into a knot. Shit. He's racking his brains but he cannot come up with a name to go with this face.

"Hello." What was it he'd say? ...Who'd say it? There was somebody, somebody he knows who's really good with words. He can't think of that guy's name, either, but he knows what that guy would say.

"'Fraid you've got me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I can't seem to place your face. Sorry."

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howangryarethey June 28 2009, 23:41:37 UTC
Okay, either Peter has never met him before on his timeline and he's just being the puppy that he is and trying not to be rude or he has amnesia again. Either option just makes Adam sigh and roll his eyes.

He moves down a few chairs, closer to Peter. "Adam? We were going to save the world, provided you're not too focused on rescuing cheerleaders these days. Don't tell me it's the Haitian again."

Not that Peter will have any idea what any of that means if it was the Haitian, but Adam's going to put on a good show anyway.

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its_notluck June 29 2009, 00:45:36 UTC
The Luna is a good escape for Claire. Sure, Elle has found her there once but Sylar hasn't yet. So far she's only really dealt with people she doesn't know and that suits her just fine. It's bugging her though and it's making her tense. Luckily, no one really knows her well enough to actually pick up on it or else they haven't called her on it yet. That's probably for the best but she swears if either Sylar or Elle come in to bug her, she's going to pitch a bottle at their heads. Just a fair warning.

But she doesn't spot them as she walks into the bar, her green eyes scanning the layout and the people who are gathered. Breathing a sigh of relief, she moves behind the bar and tosses her purse into the usual area. She looks around as she fetches her apron and notices one man sitting in the corner. Pushing some hair back from her face, she keeps an eye on him and his glass.

After a bit, she wanders over. "Can I get you another?"

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howangryarethey June 29 2009, 00:58:53 UTC
If nothing else, Adam's observant (and he would be the first to point out that he is, in fact, many other things), so even though he may have been in another world, working six moves ahead on something he's only got the vaguest idea about, the minute the bartender comes over, he snaps to attention and is all smiles.

"Please," he responds, giving her a cursory glance that's too quick to be considered anything less than innocent. "You'll have to forgive me for saying so, because I'm certain you hear it often, but you look a bit young to be a bartender."

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its_notluck June 29 2009, 01:03:55 UTC
Claire watches the man as he quickly gives her attention and she smiles faintly at him while reaching for his glass. He seems like he was deep in thought about something or at least he had been till she disturbed him.

At the comment, she looks briefly amused but it's a strange reaction. It's not a warm reaction that reaches her eyes, it's merely a huff of a laugh as she rolls her eyes. "It's the genes." There's something in her tone that's sarcastic like she's going, Yay, go me?

"I'll be right back with your drink." She scoots away and then pauses, glancing back. "What were you drinking?" She's still learning, so excuse her.

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howangryarethey June 29 2009, 01:13:31 UTC
It's the genes. Something about that gives him pause and it's not the sarcasm (which he, honestly, expected). Live as long as he has and you start noticing familiarity in strangers, sometimes when they inadvertantly call attention to it or sometimes randomly. Just a certain slant to the eyes or tilt of the chin that makes him think someone's familiar when he's never met them before, because they may have been a distant relation to someone he did know.

He used to get that a lot, but not so much here, for obvious reasons. Somehow... He's getting it again.

All of that thinking doesn't cross his face, however. He just shrugs at her sarcasm and his smirk widens a bit when she glances back. "Whiskey sour..."

He trails off, indicating his desire to be supplied with her name. Maybe he's just going crazy, but there does seem to be something familiar about her, even if it's just little things.

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cyfor June 29 2009, 09:15:36 UTC
Cy plonks down next to Adam, dressed in her trench coat and carrying a glass of Sprite that seems entirely too large for her hands.

She has just discovered soda. She likes it.

The little girlcat takes a slurp of her drink, grunting like a Manleh Thing. "Howabout them apples, Swordswallower?"

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howangryarethey June 30 2009, 22:34:33 UTC
And the prodical catgirl returns. Usually, when you kidnap someone and then decide to let them go, because you didn't want to be the cold-blooded bastard who killed a kitty, they have the good sense to stay away, but Adam can't say the fact that she's sticking around isn't a bad thing. She has her uses.

None of that he is thinking where she can hear it, of course.

"Hello, Cy. Staying out of trouble?"

If she wasn't, he'd probably hear about it. People like Cy make loud noises when they want to.

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cyfor July 3 2009, 03:01:54 UTC
"That's boring," she grumbles. In other words, yes, she has. She knocks back a mighty swig of sprite and almost chokes on it. It takes a second for her to recover--not that her dignity appears to suffer at all. "Where'd the fallen victor go?"

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howangryarethey July 6 2009, 01:39:03 UTC
"I imagine he's celebrating his victory and that's all you need to know about that," he says, chugging his whiskey as if it's water. One tends to have to do that when dealing with Cy.

"Assuming you mean who I think you mean, of course," he says, arching a brow at her.

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