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ataraxionlogs2014-03-15 11:24 pm
askedtobe) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-03-15 11:24 pm
Entry tags:
righting the wrong in the name of all you believe
CHARACTERS: Peter Petrelli and YOUUUU
LOCATION: couple different places
WARNINGS: none; will change if necessary
SUMMARY: peter's hanging around, come bother him, etc etc etc
a ⇛ gyms
[ as had come to be usual for him, peter was occupying one of the gyms for the sole purpose of practicing using his abilities. perhaps trying to find any tricks he'd left unnoticed up his sleeves or things he could do that he'd never done before. having brought a variety of useless objects with him this time, he was occasionally holding them in his palms and seeing if he could microwave them between his fingers - rocks, leaves, little things he'd gathered in the garden - until they popped like water boiling over.
between all of that, peter was trying to step through invisibility into phasing or twisting electricity into fire in the open spaces between equipment. he desperately wanted to work with his ability to heal but there was little he could do on his own when all he was trying to do was work with what he had. and occasionally, he sat back against the wall and tried to build telepathic constructs to lose himself inside of. the mental capacity took a toll that left him dizzy and with the occasional nosebleed but the impression of it left something important behind. something that made peter feel as if there was more to all of this, all of what he could do, than what he already knew.
getting back up on his feet, peter started everything all over again, seeing just how many weights he could lift without lifting a finger.]
b ⇛ medbay
[ escapism was something that peter needed on occasion, but when things went terribly wrong, he looked for it more so than ever. work was a perfect way to fix that particular problem, however the pace was sometimes slower than slow. which was exactly when peter set about organizing useless things or simply borrowing one of the cots to sit on.
there'd be people who drifted in and out for medication or vampires who were looking for blood and all of it was important. but the space in between left time to think about adam and that was the last thing peter wanted. he didn't want to think about the man that had single handedly attempted to ruin his life and peter didn't want to consider what he'd do if he had a grip on anyone else here. if he had a grip on peter. there wasn't anything he could do save for make up his own mind but that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.
he wanted to pull the curtain around the cot and leave himself in completely peace but he glanced around as he heard a noise, wondering if he was about to be briefly entertained by someone in need. ]
c ⇛ kitchens
[ the coffee? the coffee was still shit, but peter had learned to somehow like it over the past few months. like how you got used to what they had in the staff rooms at the hospital; it kept you going and you weren't allowed to complain. you took what you could get and you ran with it because it kept you awake. and awake was about the best you could do some days.
now, macaroni and cheese was the next step. before he'd even set down his mug, peter was opening one of the cabinets with telepathy and sighing as he thought through what he was about to rummage for. if the coffee was getting old, the food was getting that much older. ]
d ⇛ halls
[ pacing the halls was the last thing peter could think of to do to clear his head. or maybe he just wanted to feel the weight of adam's sword tucked into his belt loop like so much importance; bumping against his thigh as he went.
he'd lied about it because it was his now. because it had shown up in his locker and like how adam had stolen so many things from him, the sword was his to keep. adam had decided it was his once upon a time and now peter had decided he was going to make it his own. if adam ran into him with it than so be it, but for now, he was making his way to the holodecks and then afterwards the library. researching physics was something he did on the occasion now and it rattled his mind as much as it cleared it. he was also interested in looking up anything on the inner ear and whatever he could find he added to a list of notes he was keeping.
but for now, peter was making his way down the halls, seemingly on a mission and trying to keep from bumping into anyone or making a scene. ]
LOCATION: couple different places
WARNINGS: none; will change if necessary
SUMMARY: peter's hanging around, come bother him, etc etc etc
a ⇛ gyms
[ as had come to be usual for him, peter was occupying one of the gyms for the sole purpose of practicing using his abilities. perhaps trying to find any tricks he'd left unnoticed up his sleeves or things he could do that he'd never done before. having brought a variety of useless objects with him this time, he was occasionally holding them in his palms and seeing if he could microwave them between his fingers - rocks, leaves, little things he'd gathered in the garden - until they popped like water boiling over.
between all of that, peter was trying to step through invisibility into phasing or twisting electricity into fire in the open spaces between equipment. he desperately wanted to work with his ability to heal but there was little he could do on his own when all he was trying to do was work with what he had. and occasionally, he sat back against the wall and tried to build telepathic constructs to lose himself inside of. the mental capacity took a toll that left him dizzy and with the occasional nosebleed but the impression of it left something important behind. something that made peter feel as if there was more to all of this, all of what he could do, than what he already knew.
getting back up on his feet, peter started everything all over again, seeing just how many weights he could lift without lifting a finger.]
b ⇛ medbay
[ escapism was something that peter needed on occasion, but when things went terribly wrong, he looked for it more so than ever. work was a perfect way to fix that particular problem, however the pace was sometimes slower than slow. which was exactly when peter set about organizing useless things or simply borrowing one of the cots to sit on.
there'd be people who drifted in and out for medication or vampires who were looking for blood and all of it was important. but the space in between left time to think about adam and that was the last thing peter wanted. he didn't want to think about the man that had single handedly attempted to ruin his life and peter didn't want to consider what he'd do if he had a grip on anyone else here. if he had a grip on peter. there wasn't anything he could do save for make up his own mind but that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.
he wanted to pull the curtain around the cot and leave himself in completely peace but he glanced around as he heard a noise, wondering if he was about to be briefly entertained by someone in need. ]
c ⇛ kitchens
[ the coffee? the coffee was still shit, but peter had learned to somehow like it over the past few months. like how you got used to what they had in the staff rooms at the hospital; it kept you going and you weren't allowed to complain. you took what you could get and you ran with it because it kept you awake. and awake was about the best you could do some days.
now, macaroni and cheese was the next step. before he'd even set down his mug, peter was opening one of the cabinets with telepathy and sighing as he thought through what he was about to rummage for. if the coffee was getting old, the food was getting that much older. ]
d ⇛ halls
[ pacing the halls was the last thing peter could think of to do to clear his head. or maybe he just wanted to feel the weight of adam's sword tucked into his belt loop like so much importance; bumping against his thigh as he went.
he'd lied about it because it was his now. because it had shown up in his locker and like how adam had stolen so many things from him, the sword was his to keep. adam had decided it was his once upon a time and now peter had decided he was going to make it his own. if adam ran into him with it than so be it, but for now, he was making his way to the holodecks and then afterwards the library. researching physics was something he did on the occasion now and it rattled his mind as much as it cleared it. he was also interested in looking up anything on the inner ear and whatever he could find he added to a list of notes he was keeping.
but for now, peter was making his way down the halls, seemingly on a mission and trying to keep from bumping into anyone or making a scene. ]