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New Arrival [OTA]

Sep 18, 2009 00:07

His office had that 'new' smell. The wood paneled walls had just recently been lacquered. The desk, the one he had picked out personally, had just arrived. The carpets were new. Even the draperies and light fixtures were new. Boxes lines along one wall, personal things that would decorate his new office. It looked like an empty shell... a ( Read more... )

[post] open, [place] beach street, [post] arrival

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itwontstopme September 18 2009, 05:45:47 UTC

Jason was just exited the diner after meeting Tim there for lunch when he saw a guy shift from a kneeling position on the ground to standing, looking a little confused, maybe like he had just lost something. Jason glanced at the ground and then the guy's hands, trying to see if he had dropped something and had been kneeling to pick it up. It didn't look like it. He wheeled himself a little closer, thinking he might be able to help, though it wasn't like he could get on the ground to kneel and help look for anything. "Are you okay there, sir?" he asked, leaning forward curiously and resting his elbows on his knees.

written_instone September 18 2009, 12:34:46 UTC

Nathan looked sideways to the boy approaching him. He looked normal enough, but then people with abilities always did. Nevertheless, he stood a little straighter and straightened his necktie even though it was already straight. He could pretend that this was perfectly natural for the sake of a person who might on the off chance be normal.

"I think I got turned around. Where is... here?" He asked curiously. Once he got his bearings he could just fly home.

itwontstopme September 18 2009, 12:41:02 UTC

Jason didn't know more than to think the tie thing might just be because the man was nervous. Jason couldn't blame him in the slightest. The place was weird at times, and now it seemed like he was a new arrival. "It's Etre Libre, sir. An island. You were somewhere else right before you got here, I'm guessing. It feels a little like the rug has been pulled out from under you, I know, but we all arrive in the same way. I wish there was an easier way to explain without sounding like I'm a mental case. Were you having a rough day? Month? Year, even?"

written_instone September 18 2009, 12:49:55 UTC

The smirk that he emitted in response to the last question was so natural and out of him before he could think to stop it. He had had a rough everything lately... not that this boy needed to know that. "You could say that." He answered noncommittally.

He paused, working to keep his voice a shade of calm and in control. "I was in my office and then I was here. But I've never heard of Etre Libre. Where is it? In the Pacific?" He still needed to get his bearings so that he could fly home.

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imgrounded September 18 2009, 06:07:31 UTC

Peter was clutching a cup of coffee as he made his way to the medical centre. He was on an afternoon shift, but even still the need for caffeine was strong. Especially after his night with Chase. His sunglasses were fixed in place to protect his eyes against the glare of the island sun, his courier bag slung across his body. In a way, it was like little had changed since his days as a hospice nurse. Only his hair was a little shorter still, and his clothes weren't protecting him against cool New York air.

He pulled up short as a man stepped onto the sidewalk in front of him, an apology on the tip of tongue. It had always been a habit of Peter's to apologise, even if he wasn't at fault. The apology died the moment he registered who it was, the coffee cup nearly slipping from his grasp. "Nathan?"

written_instone September 18 2009, 12:39:52 UTC

Nathan wasn't really paying any attention to the actual people around him. He was looking at buildings, for a street sign, for a newspaper that might explain where he was. So when someone bumped into him, an apology didn't cross his mind either. But when that someone said his name, his gaze snapped to the image of his little brother.

After a moment that he used to register that it was indeed Peter standing before him, Nathan took a step backwards warily. He held up one hand and his eyes narrowed curiously. "Pete. What did you do? You brought me here?"

imgrounded September 18 2009, 21:53:38 UTC

Peter pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head, letting Nathan see his eyes as he shook his head. He couldn't believe it. Nathan was here. He'd only been thinking about Nathan the night before. Actually, he thought about Nathan every night, but if he had tried his best to ignore the hole in his heart. He needed his brother, even when things were awkward.

"No, Nathan. I wish I could say I did, but I didn't. Don't have any powers..." Peter wet his lips as he frowned. Not many people on the island came from the same time. His gaze darted over Nathan, and he caught the pin, and the red tie. "What just happened before you got here?"

written_instone September 18 2009, 22:05:10 UTC

Nathan stared into Peter's eyes and after a moment, his own eyes narrowed slightly. "You shot me. I was... healed somehow. And I had just accepted a Senator seat for New York."

He tilted his head curiously. It was difficult to be completely angry at Peter when his brother was looking at him so innocently, as if everything were okay. "What do you mean you don't have any powers? I just saw you two days ago and you seemed to be on power overload."

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