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Post by molly on Feb 16, 2009 13:01:31 GMT -5
Feb. 4th, 2009. Molly had somehow convinced Matt and Daphne that she was going to visit Becca for one day. This didn’t make any sense but she had pried her way into them saying yes. She was hoping to get some advice from Peter about the team she had help create knowing that he was a leader to all heroes well in her mind any way. She had only gotten to New York less than fifteen minutes ago and she had found where Peter was. In his apartment, so she stood and called for a cab getting into it hoping it was not Mohinder’s but she sighed remembering he was supposedly in Washington at the moment. She missed New York but she also missed California so either way she wasn’t in either city but she felt at home wherever Matt and Daphne were. She shook her head remembering when Micah said she had liked Peter but she now knew it was probably true. She wouldn’t tell Peter that or even Micah knowing her boyfriend would try to hurt Peter even if he did it by erasing his credit cards or something along that line. She went to the door seeing that someone was going into the building sneaking in with them knowing the security guard wouldn’t question her since she had a kiddy backpack she looked like she was ten again. She ran all the way up the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator till she reached Peter’s floor. She knocked on the door hoping he would remember who she was. “Peter.” |
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Post by peter on Feb 16, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -5
Peter wasn't sure what was going on. He was walking through a house, he wasn't sure whose, certainly not his own. It looked like a family home, well it had a very "family" vibe to it. As he examined the house, his vision fell upon a family picture and knew exactly where he was. "Clair!" Peter called out, after realizing he was in the Bennet household in Costa Verde, were his neice live, or once lived. He wasn't really sure what had happened with Claire since she married that West bloke.
Hoping to find Claire, he headed upstairs where the bedrooms always were in the family homes. The first door he saw opened up to be the master bedroom where Noah and Sandra spent their nights together. The next door opened up to be a typical teenage boy's room with posters displaying the boy's hobbies and interest. The final door had to be Claire's, he couldn't think of anyone else who'd like the Jonas Brothers enough to put a poster on her door. He turned the handles and tried to push the door open, however it appeared to be jammed. He pushed several times but jumped when he saw something that terrified him.
Blood poured from gap on the bottom of the door at first startled Peter, however after he had a second to let it sink in, it only motivated him to open the door. He slammed against it. Pushing if all his might however he had no success. It wouldn't budge and the idea of using his powers didn't cross his mind. He was pushed against the door, hard as he could.
"Peter!"
His eyes snapped open and he burst from the couch that had been used as his bed. Looking around he saw the familiar setting of his own apartment. He sighed loudly when he realized what he had just experienced was nothing more than a nightmare. He headed to the kitchen to grab himself a can of coke until he was intercepted by the sound of someone knocking on his front door.
He opened it to find a young girl standing there. "Errm are you selling cookies or something? Cause if you are, I'm... erm.. don't have any money on me."
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Post by molly on Feb 16, 2009 17:01:21 GMT -5
Molly waited at the door jumping to try to look into the peek whole to see if Peter was half dead. “Peter!” She smiled when he opened the door. Finally. She looked at him up and down. His hair was different and he looked much older then she could remember but then again she was now older also. His eyes sparkled at her which made her almost let out a squee.
Molly glared at Peter. He didn’t remember her. “Do I look like a girl scout to you?” She pushed past him taking her coat and back pack off as she sat on the couch. “I could go for some cookies though.” She made a mental note to find a girl scout before heading home.
She sat on the couch in a prim and proper manner waiting for him to shut the door so they could get down to business. Now how was she going to put this? Peter I’m Molly Walker you know the little girl who saw you almost blow up New York. I got my mind wiped and only recently got it back and I remember you and how much I liked you and wanted some help with a team my boyfriend and I put together. “Um…it’s me Molly.”
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Post by peter on Feb 16, 2009 17:53:07 GMT -5
'Okay, this was weird,' Peter thought as the strange girl walked past him into his home. For such a young girl, she carried a lot of confidence with her and seemed to have no problem walking into the home of a stranger. But the way she called his name in excitement and how she was annoyed that he didn't recognize suggested that maybe he wasn't as much of a stranger to her as she was to him. "Sure, come into my home," Peter mumbled under his breath as he closed the open door, shutting the outside world out of his apartment.
He darted into his kitchen to retrieve the can of coke he had desired before Molly interrupted his morning. Whilst he was collecting his coke, he decided to great his guest with one of the cookies she mentioned a hunger for, as well as one for himself. He reentered his living room and placed the cookie for Molly on his coffee table. "Enjoy. Maya made them herself, it's amazing how better you feel when someone who can cook enters your apartment."
When she mentioned her name, he remembered her from Kirby Plaza the night he was about to go nuclear. "So Molly... What can I do for you?"
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Post by molly on Feb 16, 2009 18:06:54 GMT -5
Molly smiled as Peter gave her a cookie. “Thanks.” She locked eyes with him for a moment as she giggled a bit. “I know Maya well she was Gabriel’s friend for a bit. You would love Mohinder’s cooking then.” She looked down to the ground remembering that Mohinder was messed up as of now. She tried to think what it would have been like if she had met Peter later on or if she was his age.
She got out of her day dream as he asked why she was here. “Oh I…” She sat up fixing herself. “Micah Sanders…um Niki’s son?” She question hoping he would have a clue on who she was talking about. “Well him and I started our own team. You seen to be a good leader I mean you got everyone away from Kirby Plaza.” She fumbled with her hands now almost afraid to talk to Peter.
She had told Micah she didn’t like him. “I need you help. How do we get started? I mean how do we fight the villains?” She looked out the window. “Do you have a car?” She was hoping he could take her to the bus station after all of this since she had used a good amount of her money to get bus tickets. “My sister lives here.”
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Post by peter on Feb 17, 2009 8:05:32 GMT -5
Peter nearly choked on his coke when Molly announced that she was forming a real life version of the Justice League. He was surprised that she was so serious about it as well. He would assume at her age, when a group of children decided to form their own crime fighting team than the worst they'd be expecting to fight is villains of their own imagination, but she seem determined to go after some big fish. This made Peter quiet worried. People like Sylar or his father wouldn't hesitate to hurt Molly or Micah if they got in their way, and with their age and powers, they couldn't really do much to defend themselves.
"Listen Molly, your idea of forming your own teen titans is admirable but don't you think your kinda a bit on the young side? I mean fighting bad guys isn't as glamorous as the comic books and television shows make it out to be. It's a dark and evil world out there, and though I mean this with all respect, you shouldn't be going against it. It shouldn't be your responsibility. You should be chasing boys, not bad guys," Though he didn't like the idea of crushing this girls dreams, it was for her own good. Though she seemed mentally strong and confident, she wouldn't stand seconds against some of the people he knew.
"But if your determined to be Wonder Woman, then I suggest waiting until your a bit older. Perhaps fill the void between then with training. Find someone with a good grasp on life, someone who can act as your trainer. It's what I did. I had help from a tramp who could go invisible, maybe there is someone out there just waiting to build you up. If it makes things help, I could always paint you a part of your future," Peter said without really thinking. He felt bad for attempting to put her off her dream and hoped that by stretching out her plans, the idea would die down without hurting her. "And no, I don't have a car. I have... other ways of traveling so to speak."
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Post by molly on Feb 17, 2009 11:21:33 GMT -5
She lowered her eyes to the floor as Peter went on. She could understand why he thought she shouldn’t join the fight but she had her reasons. “I chase boys that’s why I came here.” She sighed now smiling. “I needed your help so I came didn’t I?”
She was getting angrier now when he said she should wait. “I…” She cuts him off before he can react. “I was living with the man who killed my parents. I had my memories erased so I didn’t know who killed them or why.” She stood up now walking over to Peter looking him into the eye. “I saw the evil that killed my family and now I want to make sure no one else has to see that evil let alone live with him.”
She wasn’t really going to go after Sylar but she needed to make Peter understand her motivation beyond the saving the world crap he spoke about. She then smiled when he said something about a trainer. “Can you train me?” Her eyes sparkled and a huge grin appeared on her face thinking if he taught her she would definably be able to save the world since the man had several times.
She then questioned about him painting her future. “Oh can you? I want to see my future.” She had heard that knowing the future wasn’t all good but she wanted to know anything about anyone in her life. “Oh ya you fly.” Molly rolled her eyes now remembering that power. She always thought flying was a stupid power because she had only heard of it never seeing it for herself.
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Post by peter on Feb 20, 2009 14:31:21 GMT -5
Peter sighed when Molly requested him to train her. "I can't train you, you need to find someone who fully understands the world around them. Someone who sees the blurry line between right and wrong, someone who can teach you to control yours feelings and keep a clear head at all times. That sort of stuff. Unfortunately I'm no way near that stage of thinking. I'm still struggling with my normal social life, being a paramedic and sorting out bills."
After taking a sip from his coke can, he listened a bit more to what Molly had to say. "Ermm I meant that thanks to this Japanese guy, I now have the power to teleport through time and space, which is very handy when nipping out to the mart. And sure I can draw your future, however bare in mind, it may not be exactly what you were hoping for and could be a bit disturbing."Peter departed for his room to collect a pencil and pad. He brought it into the living room where he opened up the pad onto an empty sheet.
Kneeling on the ground and pressing the tip of the pencil against the paper, he took a deep breath and activated his power. For the next minute or so, Peter knew nothing of the world around him until his power brought him back to reality. As his eyes snapped out, he looked at the picture with disappointed "I think for diner you'll be having beans, an egg, fish and chips... Though I don't think that was the future you were hoping for. Let's try that again." He ripped that page from the pad and activated the power of precognition once again this time drawing something much stranger. It was a landscape, one that sort of resembled Los Angeles, however everything had been altered. The buildings seemed to construct from peaces of scrap. The walls looked to be composed of car doors, scrap metal, fencing and more miscellaneous items. The weirdest part of the drawing was the Hollywood sign which had replaced with a simple message: resist.
Peter didn't know what to make of the picture.
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Post by molly on Feb 22, 2009 18:12:01 GMT -5
Molly sighed now as Peter said he couldn’t train her. “You sound like my sister.” It was true Becca had shipped her off to Matt because her sister had issues as she put it. Both of them would be better off talking about those supposed issues with each other. “Hiro?” She states not really caring who Peter had meant or not. She had only heard of the Japanese man in passing between her guardians.
As Peter was drawing Molly studied the man hoping to see something well anything that would make her think they would be a perfect match but she then remembered Micah and smiled thinking about the boy ho truly loved her. She hoped that Peter wouldn’t be jealous if Micah came with her next time she would visit which she had already planned on doing.
Molly looked at the painting then to Peter unsure of what to make of it. “Resist. Resist what? I’m only fourteen.” She studies the picture yet again then looks at Peter. “Still don’t want to train me now?” She states in a mocking way hoping the man would come to his senses. “Or I could have my sister come over and beat you up.” She hoped Peter didn’t know who her sister was that would just make it a bit more fun on her end.
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Post by peter on Mar 30, 2009 14:03:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, you do that," Peter replied as he stood up, his knees hurting from the kneeling. He stretched and decided that this little young girl had over stayed her welcome. Well one could argue that bursting into someones house wasn't exactly a welcome at all, but it didn't matter. All that matter was that it was time for Molly Walker to go. Peter was usually a friendly person however today he had kind of woken up the wrong side of the couch. He hadn't get much sleep last night and when he eventually drifted off, he suffered a nightmare.
"Now Molly, I don't mean to be rude but I'm cranky and it's time for you to go back to your sister, she's probably worried sick," Peter said before disappearing into his room to grab a coat. He returned to the living room where Molly was waiting. "I'll walk you to your sisters. I need to stop at the grocers anyways. Maya is making cherry pie for desert and I need to buy some cherries."
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Post by molly on Mar 30, 2009 14:26:28 GMT -5
Molly’s face dropped when Peter told her she should go but when he mentioned Becca her face became frighten. “Oh no you can’t drop me off there.” Though she had told Matt and Daphne that she was going to visit Becca she didn’t tell her sister a thing. She had no clue if she knew she was even in New York. She looked at Peter knowing he was confused. “Um…she doesn’t know I’m in New York. I live in Nevada.” She turned away from Peter now smirking before she turned back at him. “You can take me to Becca’s if you want her to be questioning you for hours on why you are with her fourteen year old sister.”
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Post by peter on Apr 2, 2009 14:44:55 GMT -5
Peter bit in his lip trying to repress his anger when Molly announced that Molly had traveled to New York without informing her one relative that lived in this large city. It was almost like she was completely ignorant to the large world around her that was much harsher than he'd like to admit. He didn't use to get this mad, but things had changed. He saw the colder side of life and inherited traits that changed his very view of life.
"If your sister asks what's going on, a question I don't really know the complete answer to, then I can simply reply that you barged into my house and started asking stupid questions about how to operate your teen titan operation. I wonder what she'll be most stressed about, the fact you traveled to a complete strangers house or the fact your planning to take on criminals. Or, to save time, we can just say this is a surprise visit and I'm a friend of your fathers who is looking after you whilst you travel the streets of New York. Which story should we go along with? The truth or the semi-truth?"
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Post by molly on Apr 2, 2009 14:59:46 GMT -5
“I didn’t barge in. I knocked.” She stated in a semi-cocky way before she put her arms across her chest as Peter went on with his lecture. She thought about what Peter was saying and he was right. Damn! She quickly looked at him knowing that he had Matt’s power she looked away hoping he didn’t read her mind. “Um…” She put her finger to her mouth as if she was debating over which option she liked the best.
“That wouldn’t work for some many reasons.” She states now smiling a bit. “She knows that Matt wouldn’t drop me off here without him calling her.” She starts to walk away but turns around. “She also knows who you are. After all she did work for the Company your mom is in. Beat that.” She states while laughing at her own comment.
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Post by peter on Apr 7, 2009 11:34:53 GMT -5
"Okay, option one it is Ms. Smart ass. You traveled to a strangers house in a city where the only relative you have here doesn't know your here to see complete strangers who doesn't want anything to do with you. So, erm, beat that," Peter replied before reaching out with his mind to the door knob where using telekinesis, he twisted and pushed open the door. He knew Molly was going to be in more trouble than he was, due to the fact he had no particular interest in hanging around once he dropped the young girl off at her sisters. "Now, if you'd please, out of my apartment."With that Peter walked behind Molly heading to Becca's.
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