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Post by peter on Dec 4, 2008 0:16:10 GMT -5
December 3, 2008
Peter decided it was time for him to go back to his old as a Hospice Nurse. It would be best. He didn’t need to roam around anymore nor did he? He sighed and decided that he would try out being a hospice nurse, before all of this happened. Before he had his powers and before everything went the way it was.
He went back to work and it wasn’t the best thing. He decided to quit his job and decided that maybe his calling was something at Primatech. He always wanted to be a company agent. Perhaps he could now be one. He wanted to put the past of being a villain behind him and just focus on saving the world again.
Like save the world…again.
He sighed and decided to teleport to Primatech, perhaps Mother would help him out. He teleported to the front steps of Primatech and entered the building. It was quite busy, of course, the times he had been in Primatech it was always night. He went to where his mother’s office was and knocked on the door as he leaned in the doorway.
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Post by angela on Dec 4, 2008 19:32:47 GMT -5
It had been almost a week since she had her Thanksgiving dinner with Gabriel, Claire, Sam and Mohinder. It had turned out to be a better day than she had planned and she was glad she had invited Gabriel and Mohinder. However she was upset that she couldn't have had Peter or Nathan there. Nathan due to his presidential duties and Peter because he was on his path of self destruction.
Lost deep in her thoughts, she almost never heard the door being knocked upon until the door opened. Taking a sip of her coffee she looked up briefly and when she saw him standing there, her grip loosened and the mug crashed to the floor breaking into pieces.
"Peter!" she managed to say, as she gathered her thoughts together. She still wasn't sure what this meant. "Come in Peter" she said as she gave a message through the intercom to have someone come in and clear up the mess. She also kept one hand underneath the desk so that if she had to, she could press the bell for help should Peter attack her.
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Post by peter on Dec 7, 2008 11:10:15 GMT -5
Peter entered the office. He watched her as the mug crashed into the floor. He wondered if he should help her pick those up. He decided that perhaps, he would just let it slide. He was trying to get back into his old ways. He wasn’t trying to be selfish anymore. He had killed many. He sighed and gave a weak smile to his mother.
“Mom” He said as he thought to himself that mother was surprised for seeing him. He then entered the office and sat down across from his mother. “Hi” He managed to say, “I’m sorry I missed Thanksgiving” He said sighing “I was playing babysitter for Molly Walker, she lives with Mohinder and Sylar” He said sighing. He never called Gabriel by his real name, he always called him Sylar.
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Post by annalee on Dec 8, 2008 21:06:00 GMT -5
The late afternoon sun rebounded of the flecks of dust that floated on the breeze of her room, Maya had no where else to live now. Mohinder was busy with Gabriel, and she was alone once again. Without a friend in the world, she gladly gave herself up to the Primary Tech institute. Merely for the fact that she had no where else to turn, it just so happened that Angela Patrelli was a lady with such good graces, giving her a place or a Cell to stay. If Mohinder hadn't of introduced Maya to the older woman, then Maya would have been out on the streets, fighting with the homeless for a stray newspaper for warmth at night.
But that wans't the only reason.
She was sad, Mohinder had promised her the world and didn't deliver on anything, she should have known that was going to happen, but her rose coloured glasses neglected to see any fault with the scientist, as with Gabriel. Maya only had herself to blame. She rolled her eyes over to the corner of the room, looking at nothing in particular, just thinking about how blinded she was and so desperate of her selfish acts, her brother might have still been alive. Steading a hickup of a sob, she drew in a deep breath and got up from her white sterelized bed. The good thing about being in the institute voluntary, was that she was able to leave when ever she liked, but over the last few days, she didn't want to be anywhere else.
Walking over to the bed side table, she picked up the letter from Angela. It was an invitation to her office on the 3rd of december. Today was the third, and it had taken her almost a whole day to snap out of the slum she was hiding herself in, and get herself ready to visit the older woman. The woman who actually seemed to care about her. Folding the letter neatly and shoving it into the pocket of her jeans, she straightened her top and looked down at her body. She supposed it wasn't going to look any better than this. What it was that Angela wanted, wasn't something Maya was worried about, not that she knew what the invitation was for - maybe just a random check up to see how she was going all alone in the white cell. She was just like every other captive there, just with a little more graces than they had.
Pushing the buzzer, the door opened and she walked out letting the steel door close behind her. She could hear the hooting and hollering of the other inmates as she walked past their cells, looking into the unshatterable glass that was holding them back from the world. Her cell wasn't any different, it only had a few more homely touches which she was allowed to have. Just as well, she needed them to feel like she belonged somewhere. Pulling out the handwritten letter again, she read over the floor which Mrs. Petrelli had stated her office was situated. And with the instruction, followed the stairs and elevators to get to the designated floor. It hadn't taken her very long to get there, of course, ignoring the confused expressions she got from some of the other staff who had seen her locked away for at least a week on end, but she stood before the doorway, wondering if this was the right thing to do. Should she enter and small talk with the powerful woman who invited her, or should she just turn back and go back to her cell and forget that she was invited to something.
No, she had to change this depressive way of thinking. She had to start changing her life - without the dependancy of a male.
Tucking a wod of hair behind her ear, she reached forward and knocked on the archway of the open door to Angela's office. She did notice the familiar face of the woman, and gave her a small unsure half smile, while her eyes darted to the other man standing in the room.
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Post by angela on Dec 9, 2008 20:09:53 GMT -5
Angela was surprised to see Peter in front of her. She didn't think she'd ever see him again, at least not in the manner of which he seemed to be visiting her with. He seemed, almost, normal. Like he had left the evil days behind him. Angela allowed a smile to form across her face, softening her features somewhat.
"Hello Peter" Angela said softly. "That's alright, I well, actually didn't think you would have been there, given your.." she trailed off thinking of the best words to use, for lack of anything better, she continued with "state of mind at the time" giving him a sort of lop sided smile.
"Ah, young Molly, yes she's a lovely little girl" Angela said, smiling as she thought of the sweet Molly Walker. "Really its fine darling, just glad to have you back" she said still smiling at him. And then she remembered about asking Maya to come and see her today. She didn't know why she had asked her to come and see her, but now that Peter was here, there was somebody she could introduce Maya to at least.
"I've got Maya coming to see me today Peter, maybe you could both help each other, I think she's a little lost, I think you might be good for each other" Angela said, and looked down at her feet for a second, it was almost as if she was trying to match make. Was that what she was doing?
Just then Maya walked into her office. Angela looked at her and smiled warmly. "Come in Maya, sit down" Angela said beckoning with her hand to the other seat beside Peter. "This is my son Peter, Peter this is Maya Herrera" Angela said, introducing the both of them.
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Post by peter on Dec 10, 2008 10:22:50 GMT -5
“Mom” He said with a slight nod. “Just glad to be back to normal” He said with a smile. It was nice to be back to normal. He didn’t want to be crazy anymore. He was going to leave that up to his twin brother, Gabriel. Gabriel could be the crazy one. Peter wanted to be the sane one.
Peter nodded, “Yup, we had interesting time” He said with a smile. It was true. Molly and watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, watched a few movies, and enjoyed a dinner at a restaurant that was open for that day. He looked down at the ground.
He only looked at the ground for a second as Peter held up his head and listened to his mother talk about having a visitor. He gave a confused look, “Maya?” He repeated back. He had no clue that person was. Nevertheless, perhaps he could help her. He was good with helping people out. He was a hospice nurse once.
As Peter looked at his mother he heard footsteps. He turned his head back and gave a weak smile to the girl that came in. “Hello Maya” He said with a smile as he greeted her. “Have we met before?” He asked she looked familiar.
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Post by annalee on Dec 11, 2008 0:20:14 GMT -5
There were things Maya didn't necessarily know how to deal with things, unlike her brother. And it had been with the help of Angela, that it was all going to change and for the better. She had a kind hope with the older lady, she was unlike anyone else she'd ever met. Strong, wise, powerful. They were things that Maya knew she had to model off. As she was invited in, Maya nodded lightly and watched her feet as she entered the room and took her place next to the man.
Curtly shaking her head at the man, whom Angela introduced as her son, Peter, Maya corrected, "Hola, Peter," Maya replied to him with a timid smile, "encantado de conocerle1" she spoke instinctively, her english wasn't all that great despite what she already knew and understood from the Americans, but as her eyes widened she quickly thought of how to answer his other question in english. Frowing as he concentrated, she looked up at him with a pleased smile, "We've never met."
It felt as though her time in her cellish room gave her time to revert back to her old ways. Gave her time to think and english wasn't running through her as often as it was when she was around Mohinder. She pushed some stray and fallen hair out of her face and behind her ear as she turned her attention to Angela, "Thank you for the room," she bowed her head appreciatively.
1 - Hello, Peter, nice to meet you.
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Post by angela on Dec 11, 2008 7:21:35 GMT -5
"Trust me Peter, you aren't the only one who is glad to have you back to normal" Angela said warmly smiling at her son. Peter had always been Angela's favourite, even though she loved Nathan as well, Peter was still her favourite.
"Yes Maya, she's a lovely young woman Peter, her English isn't so good, but I am sure you will find it in your heart to be able to help her. I gave her one of the cells here, but it's no place for a woman such as Maya" Angela said, hoping Peter would understand what she meant by the cell being no place for Maya. Angela had hoped that he and Maya could possibly apartment share. Angela had an apartment all set up for Maya and now Angela thought it might be good for Peter to share it with her, to help her.
Angela then watched as there was broken communication between Maya and Peter. She really hoped that they would both agree to the apartment arrangement she had been fixing. Of course when Angela had arranged the apartment, she hadn't expected Peter to have turned good again, however, now that he was, he could surely help Maya.
"You are welcome Maya, but I have a far better arrangement" Angela began, looking from Maya to Peter. She took in a deep breath, and then brought out a folder. In the folder were photographs of the outside and inside of a two storey apartment building. The rooms in the apartment were luxurious. She pushed the photos over the table toward the two of them.
"I arranged this apartment for Maya, Peter, but I think Maya could do with some help, maybe if it's alright with Maya, you could both share the apartment? It's big enough for two people and to give you both some Independence as well" Angela explained about the apartment as she sat and looked from Peter to Angela and smiled warmly to both of them.
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Post by peter on Dec 11, 2008 9:47:07 GMT -5
Peter smiled at his mother, “Well, that is good right?” asked Peter a bit of dumbfounded. Of course that was good. How the hell could Peter even say that to his own mother? He just gave a slight nod. He knew that she was just trying to make him feel better.
Peter looked at Maya and then back to his mother, “I see that Mom” He said with a grin. He knew a bit of Spanish. He had to take Spanish in school because his father insisted that he do that and he did that. He really didn’t think it would even come in handy. If only he absorbed Enhanced Memory from someone.
Peter smiled at Maya as she spoke Spanish to him at least he knew a little of Spanish. He nodded at her and replied back, “Hola Maya” He said as he gave a half of smile trying to remember how to say nice to meet you. He gave a weak smile, “agradable encontrarle también” He hoped that he said it right. He really needed to speak up on Spanish again. He was rusty at it.
He raised an eyebrow when she said that they never met. “Oh I thought we did” He said as he looked at the ground. Perhaps he was mistaking someone for Maya. He had been doing that a lot lately. He just gave a smile as he looked back up from the ground as his mother and Maya stated to talk about arrangements.
He wondered what the arrangements were. As he listened to the conversation. It would seem that Maya was in a cell. He then went up to the desk and examined the folder that his mother had put out. It was of an apartment building. He gave a smile, “It is a lovely apartment” He said not sure why he was looking at the picture anyway.
He blinked at his mother as she said that the apartment was for Maya and him. He gave an odd smile. “But I like my apartment” He said in a sadden tone. However, he looked at the apartment and it was pretty big. His apartment was kind of small. “I was thinking of getting out of my apartment anyway” He decided to point out the obvious, “You know Gabriel, Molly, and Suresh live in that apartment complex also right Mom?” He said not sure if Maya could understand him or not.
[[nice to meet you also]]
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Post by annalee on Dec 12, 2008 1:01:04 GMT -5
In the office of one of the greatest women alive, there hadn't been much of the afternoon sun. Maya missed the sun, it gave her a nice warm feeling in her heart, even from all the death and destruction that she was going to carry around with her for the rest of her life - she knew that the sun was forgiving and didn't judge another. Peter answered her hello in Spanish and her face lit up, he did know what she was saying afterall. Perhaps, if they were to be more aquainted, they'd speak more in Spanish together. Oh, how she missed it. Although, he did mumble something about knowing her, but she didn't press with that misconception, instead she just shook her head gently and shrugged, Maya had nothing else to say on that matter.
She found herself tuning in and out of the conversation between Angela and her son, she didn't know what she was to expect really, the word appartment had come up quite a few times and with the limited vocabularly that Maya had, she was pretty sure she knew what was going on. But, she said nothing, only speaking when she was being spoken to.
Watching Angela as she pulled out some photos of a building, Maya lifted her head slightly as they were being slid across the table. Half interested in what was going on, she wanted to look at the pictures too, but thought otherwise. There just wasn't something right about moving about in Angela's office, almost as if she was being monitored for every small movement she made, even though that probably was all just in her head, she still didn't reach for the photographs. It was obvious he liked what it looked like, and from the distance, she was impressed with it as well - but the link between them and the building didn't cross her mind until he spoke about liking his own appartment.
"Ah," Maya wanted to intrupt them, her face showing confusion as she played with the handle on the chair, "I'm sorry? A, ah, p-place for me to live?" she wanted confirmation, was that what was happening here? Angela, had already found a place for her to stay, and insisted on her son to live with her? The last male that she lived with was Mohinder and that only ended up in tradgety. "Ohh, no, no, no, I couldn't possbily." she shook her head and hands as she looked back and forth from Angela and Peter. "Thank you, but no, I am happy in the cell, sí?"
Maya didn't want to appear ungreatful to Angela, but having her own appartment with her son, wasn't a good idea in her mind.
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Post by angela on Dec 13, 2008 21:28:44 GMT -5
"Of course Peter" Angela said smiling and moving on from the subject of Peter being good again. How Peter could have thought she'd think anything different other than it being good confused her, but she wasn't going to linger over it.
Angela then smiled as her son Peter and Maya exchanged some words between them, which she only assumed was in Maya's natural language. Angela really needed to learn Spanish, it would make communicating with Maya so much easier.
"I'm glad you like the look of the apartment" Angela said to Peter, as she looked from her son to Maya. She could see from the expression on Maya's face she was interested in the apartment, but she also noticed her expression wasn't one of complete comfort, even if Peter was willing to give it a try.
When Peter said that Gabriel, Molly and Mohinder lived in the same apartment block, Angela shook her head. She was certain they lived in a different place altogether. "Are you sure? I was certain this was a different block of apartments" Angela said to Peter. Then she brought out photos of another apartment block which definitely wasn't in the same block as the photos she previously brought out.
She passed some to Peter and some to Maya. "Well how about this apartment complex?" she said with a smile. She wanted to help Maya, as looking at the woman, she saw her as the daughter she never had.
"Maya dear, you can not possibly be happy in the cell, you're like a daughter to me, let me do something nice for you, please accept the apartment, Peter doesn't have to move in with you, if you rather you were alone, but he could be close by, by being in the apartment below you" Angela explained, as she smiled at both Maya and Peter. She really hoped Maya would let her do this for her.
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Post by peter on Dec 14, 2008 10:45:03 GMT -5
Of course it was good. Peter was just a bit dumbfounded at the moment. He gave a smile. He decided not to speak about the subject again. He decided that he would drop the subject. It would be best. He thought.
Peter gave a smile as he watched Maya’s face lit up. It was good that he spoke to her in her native language. He just wanted her to feel a bit comfortable around him. Yes, you could say that Peter was flirting with Maya, but it really didn’t matter. No one would seem to care.
The youngest Petrelli nodded as he watched the expression of Maya and his mother. He listened to what they had to say. He frowned a bit. He didn’t say anything as he just decided to let the women talk. He was being polite today. It was a rare thing of his these days.
“Mom, I’m sure they moved out of the apartment to be near Lower Manhattan. They don’t reside in Brooklyn or Queens anymore” He said sighing “But Mother, this apartment building is far more better than the rest” He replied with a smile. “Plus they leave in the complex next to this building, and plus it wouldn’t hurt to be near family right?” asked Peter not really knowing that Maya had a relationship with those two.
“You know Maya, she has a point” He said with a friendly smile. “No one likes cells and I could always be below you or you could always move into the building I’m in, it isn’t really luxurious as that, I think my landlord has an apartment open below me or something” He said offering “However, we have been having a lot of water problems, I really need to get out of their” He said sighing.
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Post by annalee on Dec 14, 2008 16:32:57 GMT -5
They were being incredibly nice about the whole, let's help Maya, type of thing. And for that moment, she knew that they weren't going to burn her as she had been burnt many times before with the other americans with abilities; without names. Maya lifted her hands to rub her face, things seemed to be going by so fast, she almost felt like she should latch onto something just to hold on. Both mother and son discussed Mohinder and Gabriel living in the same apartments, and she instantly looked down at her feet. They didn't know her history with those two and as much as she wanted to forget whatever happened between them - she knew that she'd never escape it.
Lifting her head and glancing at Peter as he mentioned his own building block that he was currently living, and suggesting a place there, she had to smile gently at his efforts. Instead, she leaned forward and placed her hand on the first set of photos which Angela had offered. "These will be fine," there wasn't any point fussing over somewhere to live. What Angela was doing, giving her a place to stay to get her life on track was an enormously generous gesture and it would have been rude to fuss or reject her offers. She turned her smile back to the mother and nodded, "I trust you." she spoke kindly. She had almost too much trust for those who liked to use her at any given time, but deep down she knew that Angela Petrelli wasn't going to harm her.
When the conversation seemed to die down just slightly, Maya lifted her head and spoke, "May I say somethink?" she asked flicking her dark eyes between the two sitting in the room, "Thank you very much for your generous offer, Mrs Petrelli. I will accept." then turning her head she looked at Peter almost helplessly, "I would rather live with security than alone." It was a round-about way of asking if it was alright that they live together. After all, that's all she really wanted. Was just to feel apart of something, she knew that Peter would help her and the kindess he was showing in his eyes felt comfortable for her.
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Post by angela on Dec 14, 2008 20:45:35 GMT -5
Angela listened to her son Peter talk about the apartment complex, and about how they didn't reside in Brooklyn or Queens anymore. And it would be good to be near family anyway. Angela couldn't deny that, but with Gabriel acting the way he was, was it such a good idea. "Well, okay then Peter" Angela said, but unsure, and then Maya reached over for the first set of photographs she had shown them both.
She smiled when Maya spoke. "I am glad you like the apartment, and thank you, because you can trust me" Angela said kindly to Maya. Angela might be a tough woman with tough tactics a lot of the time, but she had a soft spot for Maya, and Angela was going to do whatever she could to make her new start in life a good one.
Then Maya said she would accept the offer, this made Angela feel very good. She then listened as Maya then said to Peter she would like to have security than have nobody, again this made Angela smile, as this was what she was planning for.
"I am glad you will accept the apartment Maya, it is my honour to do this for you, you are such a special young woman" Angela said warmly as she then went into her drawer and pulled out a couple of sets of keys. She pushed them across the table, a set to Maya and a set to Peter.
"Fully furnished, it's ready for you when ever you want to move in" Angela added, as she sat back in her seat smiling, satisfied with the outcome.
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Post by peter on Dec 17, 2008 8:57:07 GMT -5
Peter smiled and nodded at Maya. She seemed like a nice person and he was glad that she accepted the offer from his mother. Sometimes his mother could be a kind and gentle person. And then other times she could make Satan (literary) look like a saint. It was sad, but true. However, it was just in Peter’s eyes and he always seemed to judge people on their attitudes.
“Well, I’m glad to be your roommate” Peter said with a slight nod. Maya seemed so helpless. She was just an innocent person that probably got screwed many times and Peter wasn’t going to screw with her. Unlike the others or so he thought, he was a better person and a better person didn’t screw friends. It was just part of being a compassionate person.
Peter grabbed a set of keys as his mother pushed two sets of keys towards them. Peter couldn’t help, but smile. He was going to have fun. He was going to home and start packing right away. It would give him something to do.
“And I was hoping to go furniture shopping” shopping he said in a joking tone. He place his hands on hips and just shook his head. A smile then came across his face. “I’m just joking, I’ll need to pack, perhaps later we can go grocery shopping, Maya!” Peter said
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