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Post by annalee on Dec 19, 2008 20:16:02 GMT -5
A smile crept across her face as he was pleased to be her roommate, as he said. Feeling a slightly blush radiate her face she looked down and smiled, nodding in reply. Maya was very much happy to be with someone, even if it was just living. She had felt so alone since her brother passed on, and now she felt as if she had been floating from one person to the next looking for some sign of belonging, but as she was sitting in the presence of Angela and her son, Maya could almost feel apart of their family in some abstract type of way.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Peter take a set of keys that was pushed across the table from Angela, and instinctively took the other with a kind and thankful smile to the older woman. She wondered what Mohinder was going to say, finding out that she was living with another man, and then her thoughts lingered on her friend. She did like him, he was unlike any other man she had met - but then again, every man she had met over the last few months hadn't been anything like she saw them. Even as she was thinking the solemn thoughts about the past men since leaving Mexico, she smiled automatically at the joke Peter made, but didn't comment on it.
"Oh, sí." she agreed, shopping would take her mind off things. It seemed to her, no matter how happy she tried to make herself feel and appear to others, the dark memories continued to plague her mind. Maya hoped and prayed silently to herself that things were going to turn around while she was in the eyes of the Petrelli's. Standing, she smiled kindly at Angela again, "I will be in my room, until it is time to go." she advised bowing her head respectfully at the two.
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Post by angela on Dec 20, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
Angela could only sit and watch the scene between her son Peter and the beautiful girl Maya who she could see as a daughter to herself. Neither of them were really speaking to her much, words weren’t needed as far as Angela was concerned. Maya had already showed her appreciation and gratitude for the apartment, and Peter was talking to Maya, so Angela felt she was no longer required to say or do anything.
She laughed lightly when Peter said he had planned to go furniture shopping. “Well now you don’t have to” she simply said as she sat back in her seat watching both of them take the keys she’d passed over to them. Angela was actually feeling very good right now. She felt as if she had done something very kind, and that made her feel good about herself.
She already knew what Peter would be thinking, how sometimes his mother was a really nice woman and other times she could make the devil look like a saint, and in many ways he would be right. However, the wrong things she did, in her opinion was always for the greater good.
When Maya stood and said she’d be in her room until they were ready to leave, Angela nodded her head with a warm smile. “Very well Maya, however, you are free to move in immediately, the apartment is ready for both of you” she said kindly, and then looked at the clock on the wall. “Now, I will have to go Peter, I have a meeting to attend” she began slowly, giving Peter a warm smile, “Have fun” she added, as she got up from her chair, put her jacket on and picked up her car keys.
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Post by peter on Dec 21, 2008 9:32:44 GMT -5
Peter placed the keys into his pocket as he looked at Maya and his mother. He wasn’t sure what the next step would be, but it would seem that it would be moving into the apartment. He just had to pack all of his bags and move into the apartment. He smiled at Maya, “Do you have a cell phone!?” He asked quiet curiously. “Because I was going to go to my apartment and start packing it and I was going to have you call me if you needed any help” He said in a gentle tone.
He certainly hoped that Maya could understand his English. Too be honest he wasn’t in the mood to speak into Spanish. He was having a hard time struggling with the language that he once learned in school. He was rusty speaking it and English was just a bit better for communication in his own opinion.
Peter looked at his mother and nodded as she started to get up, “Very well” He said with a smile “Drive safe, mother” He looked over at Maya and smiled, “Well, this is my number” He said as he went over and grabbed a pen and piece of paper on the desk and began to write his name. “Call anytime, I guess I need to go find boxes” He said referring to him packing and moving into the new apartment.
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Post by annalee on Dec 22, 2008 8:32:18 GMT -5
She widened her appreciative grin as Angela added that she was right to move into the appartment as soon as possible, Maya understood that, but needed to pack before moving out - that was the whole process of moving anyway. She lowered her eyes as the older woman got to her feet and addressed to the room that she needed to go to a meeting, "Thank you again," she said directing it at Angela. For a moment, her thoughts got away with her and the sound of his voice brought her back into reality, raising her head and glancing at him, she asked if she had a cell.
She did, and guessed it was alright to give it to him. Subconsiously she patted her pockets to see if she had it on her at the time but didn't, just as well, he said his farewells to his mother and reached over to jot down his number and name for her. Moving toward him, she glanced over his shoulder as he wrote down the numbers, and when he was finished - reached over and plicked it out of his fingers gently. "Thank you," her voice was soft and grateful for his kindness, and his mothers kindness. They were special people for looking after her.
When Angela left the room, Maya glanced down at the ground again - a sign more that she was feeling uncomfortable, or really, had something on her mind. "Peter," she started, lifting her eyes slightly and looking through the long dark hair that had fallen over her eyes. "Before I moved to the cell, I lived with Dr. Mohinder Suresh... he was formulating a cure for my ability," she spoke carefully, smoothly and pronounced everything as best as she could with her Mexican accent, "You see, I want desperately to be normal and happy," she moved closer to him, resting her hand on Angela's table. "I haven't seen him in a long time. Do you think, there is someone else who could cure me?" Maya asked, her eyes meeting his as she desperately hoped that there was someone else who could carry on with the testing. She wanted nothing more than to be rid of the disease - and just to be normal and lead a normal life. She was standing so close to him, her hand inches away from his own, and in the last desperate act of insanity, let her hands move over his and hold the top of his hand tenderly, looking for some sort of answer in his eyes.
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