ERASURE - DOWNTOWN NEW YORK CITY

[Vaudevillian]

Please refer to the Planning/OOC thread for Erasure for the storyline to this rpg


Peter Petrelli

"Shit" Peter was staring at a whole sea of patrol cars and police officers walking and working around the cultural precinct next to the subway line that he was about to get off at. Peter hated to leave things unfinished, like had done very frequently and very often over the last couple of months. He broke up with Niki, he couldn't handle the stress of their relationship, he was hardly ever around and his constant need to get away for fear he'd be tracked was starting to take a huge toll on the once clear conscious of the empath, who now even refuses to feel let alone take on anymore abilities or powers problems, really. Just problems.

Peter decides it's best for him not to get off at the next station and to ride around a couple of more times, he is aware that there are people watching him, he senses that but he does not avert his cold, still dark brown eyes away from the blurred shapes blitzering past the windows of the subway. He had brought Claire back from her death, he had saved her. He needed too, it was simple. He couldn't save Nathan, and now look and what that bastard Sylar was doing to him. No-one would believe Peter now even if he did tell anyone that his "brother" really wasn't his brother, Nathan, the real Nathan, wouldn't want him dead, Sylar however, he had other intentions.

"You're being followed" Peter turned to his side and sees Hiro, a man he used to work with until they stopped talking to each other standing beside him. Peter quickly averts his gaze from him so that he takes the attention away from him, Peter smirks all of a sudden, but there is no warmth in it at all.

"you make it sound like I didn't know" Peter tells him coolly, as Hiro lifts his chin in slight protest, the pair remain silent for a few seconds as the subway comes to a skittering, rocky halt. A few people get off, including the one that Peter knew was following him.

"....I'm telling you, you should move Claire out of the city" Hiro tells him, "Sylar is still alive, regardless of your ability to save her, she is still in danger and always will be"

"...I am not going to move Claire, she is fine where she is, I am looking out for her" Peter tells his former friend indignantly,

"Is this what you are going to do forever?" Hiro snaps at him, "...Just chase tails?"

"....Tell Ando I said hello" Peter says with a rather smug grin as he stands up, he now notices that half the carriage is empty, and that it has in fact stopped moving.

"I will change the future, you just had to go and change the past to suit yourself, it's selfish and it's stupid!" Hiro tells him, a small, lopsided grin appears on Peter's striking features, "....not everyone has such confidence, maybe this is all I have left, you may turn out something different... I may not" Hiro scowls at him, but then he disappears completely out of view.

Peter is now standing up, alone in an empty subway carriage. He can hear helicopters and police sirens wailing outside, the city streets below the subway line are packed, they're all running from him? how ridiculous he thinks to himself,

"Welcome Home, Peter" he says, as he concentrates for just a split second transportsing himself from the inside of the carriage to the busy metropolis city streets below. Right before him are hundreds, no thousands of police cars, officers, army personnel,

"Someone's been busy" he thinks bitterly as his hands ignite.....

[Suteki Da Ne]

Lisbeth

Lisbeth was up long before nightfall. Just because the sun was up did not mean that she was dead asleep, no pun intended. She was in fact a light sleeper, she just couldn’t leave until nightfall. A pain in the ass, but night was more fun anyway. Lisbeth found ways to kill time, some more entertaining than others, but the news had caught her attention so she’d been watching it for the past half hour. After all, the vampire that had had the gall to appear in her room through some sort of time portal (and who she had followed to this time) plastered all over the television screen was bound to catch her attention. And it wasn’t that she was complaining, aside from the appearing in her bedroom uninvited thing (she‘d killed people for less), since this time, this reality was good for her and the coven. He interested her though. Partially because she didn’t actually know absolutely what he was. He had to be a vampire with abilities like that, he just had to be… but she wasn’t so sure and it bothered her. She just felt a need to find out especially now that she knew he was around. Highly interesting that his face should appear on the news when she’d been so interested in seeking him out. It was just a matter of waiting and Lisbeth knew the precise moment the sun sank below the horizon.

There were other items on the agenda, first and foremost to feed, not because she had any real hunger pangs at the moment, but the longer she prolonged it, the greater the blood lust. Besides, she needed to be at her full strength. Soon the city would be ruled by the vampires, but as she ruled them, it was important to keep them in line. There was such a thing as too much damage and unfortunately there were quite a few little nitwits from the lot. Not the ones Lisbeth chose, well okay, she’d made a mistake or two long ago, which had led to a couple stakings, but that was hardly applicable at the moment. The problem was when her vampires turned other people into vampires who were complete and utter fuckwit morons. Yeah, they really needed to work on that. Or just run them all by her, but there were *whine whine* “oh I took too much blood from my girlfriend and couldn’t let her die” and “I just didn’t want to deal with the mess in my apartment” and all other sorts of excuses. She couldn’t complain too much because there was after all strength in numbers, but sometimes a little discretion or some decorum would be nice. Just a little. Just so she didn’t have to go around dealing with other people’s messes because some pissant little punk who should never have been graced with immortality got the stupid idea to turn some other fucking halfwit and so on and so forth. So yes, she had to check on them too, and invoke the lemming rule if any were fucking with her plans. Lisbeth could be oh so persuasive. She could get a vampire of her blood to stake himself.

Climbing off the bed, Lis walked over to her dresser to change for going out. Crimson halter top, tight dark jeans, all meant to draw the eye. She looked of an age to fit in with the college crowd which worked rather nicely since it meant basically all her options were open. There were always those forty year old pervs that went for younger girls and she didn’t feel much remorse if she lost control and killed one. She didn’t like the homeless. True, they were less likely to be missed, but humans didn’t like to drink out of dirty glasses did they? Well same principle applied. If she were ravenous enough, it didn’t matter, again much that same principle. Everything tasted better when you were hungry. Lisbeth preferred not to reach that state though. She liked to be in control. Not only that, but she had to be.

Slipping into sandals, Lisbeth then left the bedroom. She through the dark apartment, almost pitch black due to the thick draperies that hung over the windows, blocking out the light. To her it was as clear as day, definitely an advantage for nights in a dark bar so you could at least pick out the pretty ones. No dark lighting to make people look better. Of course, alcohol with humans took most of the credit for that morning after “oh dear god what have I done” effect, but she was certain that lighting had a little something to do with it as well.

Pulling her thick blonde hair up into a bun, Lisbeth didn’t bother to check her appearance as she left the penthouse. That would just be vanity. She already knew she looked good. As she reached the street, Lisbeth paused, considering her options. It was still early, not all vampires would even be out yet, but they were of the weaker sort. Feed first, then find the man, Peter Petrelli, and check on any troublesome vampires in the meantime.

Walking towards the shadows of the street, Lisbeth stepped in and stepped out in an alley near some of those college bars by Columbia. Sometimes she went to the other section of town, but this was closer and she was in a rush. Not so much of a rush that she was resorting to a bum, but she didn’t plan on wasting time. As she found her bar, it took about thirty seconds of skimming on thoughts (nothing like a few drinks to make peoples' minds leak) before she had found her donor for the evening. One look was all it took.

[Untouchable]

George

The city was a mess, a whole media circus. Though it was all focused around one problem; the vampire problem. George Hall had been up very early that day, getting calls of deaths, worried family members of missing persons. It was all rather annoying him that he was the one who had to do something about it. Most people were terrified and hurt, grieving because they were loosing people each day. But it wasn't his problem. Not his main problem though, he completely neglected it. His first priority was finding Peter Petrelli, the terrorist. His phone had been ringing all morning, but not one call was of a tip as to where Peter Petrelli was.

And as he sat in his dimly lit office, going through paperwork but not actually reading it, he wanted to find something else to kill the time. Several young cops had come in asking what to do about some calls they'd been getting, all concering the vampires, but he had all politely - as politely as he could get on a day he was very agitated - told them to figure that out by themselves and that it wasn't his problem. Except it was, the media and the general public made it his problem; they wanted him to do something about it. And if he didn't, which he wouldn't, he'd get in trouble.

Instead he was finding ways to distract them, and in that, his mindreading power came in handy. If he found dirt on other cops or people he could turn it around on them. He stared out of his window overlooking the whole office. Cops and officers were hurrying about the place, getting paperwork from one to another, taking calls as the phone were ringing non-stop. He tapped his fingers of one hand on the table as his eyes darted from one cop to the other. They stopped at a young fair haired man who was looking nervously around while making a phone call. Concentrating on him, he entered his memory and he soon found the young cop was making a call he shouldn't be.

The young cop saw him looking and sweat was dripping off his forehead. Oh, god, I hope he won't find out I've been faking the paperwork to get him to do something about the vampire problem! Interesting, he would have to do something about that, but later. He had more important matters to deal with right now. Perhaps someone was holding back information about Peter Petrelli. He rose from behind his desk and opened his office door, he entered the main office where everyone was. Several people looked up, but others were too busy.

He looked at several people and as he did so, he read their mind, hoping to find things he could use against them. Oh, I can't wait for work to be over. He's so sexy! He quickly got out of the head of the woman who was staring at another cop. Her look and her thoughts gave away that she was doing nothing work-related. I really should've made my wife wear a long sleeve shirt today. This thought came from a cop in his mid thirties. George averted his eyes towards him and raised his brow. He had been a cop long enough to know what this meant, and he was going to have to report that.

[Alma Oscura]

Holly


“Oh, crap!” Holly muttered under her breath.
This commotion was driving her crazy. It wasn’t just the subway, it was also the noise the other cops were making outside of her office, the office she shared with Dave.

All that running around, exchanging files and reports, answering calls seemed pointless to her.They were just pretending to be productive.
Yeah she had reports to read too but it didn’t take a genius to know that nothing really helpful would be in them.

Missing girlfriend here, missing child there... but nothing on Peter Petrelli.
Besides it only took one look and she memorized everything. It was so easy she could almost laugh.

She glanced at her desk and saw the glass of water that rested on it. She definitely needed a refill because what water was still in it, was warm and stale. She wondered if she should stand up and go to the cooler herself and fill it up or if she should call on a colleague and charm her way to it. She was certain she could make Tom do it for her, as she saw him sitting at his desk.

“Nah! It’s not worth it!” she said to herself and pouted. She was so damn bored. Why couldn’t it be like it was at home? When Maria, her maid, would fetch her anything she wanted?

Oh, god it was still early but a chilled margarita sounded like a really great idea.
She closed her eyes. It felt good. She was barely a year or so older than the youngest cop in her department and already she had an office to herself. Sure there was Dave but she always considered the office to be more hers than Dave’s’.

She was Hall’s protégée and she owed it to her memory. Her photographic memory.
She didn’t even have to cheat in the Academy. The tests were a piece of cake if you remembered the texts to the letter. Of course she aced them.
Now, knowing the procedure and actually following it were two completely different things.

Holly liked to do things her way and she deserved it. She grinned content. She was this close to getting that promotion. She knew it. She could feel it!

All she needed was just another good case. Just One!
She giggled despite herself but sobered up when she realized that a few of her colleagues were starting to stare at her.
She immediately grabbed a report she had already memorized the first time she read it and pretended to occupy herself.

If only the phone would ring with solid information on that Petrelli she wouldn’t have to remain there with all those losers. Holly sighed and patiently waited for something…anything…..

[Jasper Hale]

Lola

Lola tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she paced her dressing room, running through the speech she had planned in her head as she waited. The sounds of voices from outside could be heard but she was trying to ignore them and concentrate on what she would say, her nerves building and she fiddled with her hair again, a habit she had that she did whenever she was nerves, which she was right now.

Sitting down in a chair she tried to think of something else for a moment, trying to at least calm her nerves a little. It seemed to work, but not totaly, and she was still a little nerves about it all. Wondering what he would say. He wasn't someone she liked, she hated him, but tried to keep all that to herself whenever she was in front of him at things like these.

[Frontier City]

Zeke

He was dressed plainly in an old jacket that seemed to survive time itself and some ratty jeans that when caught at the right moment showcased his pale legs, fuzzy with blonde hairs. To say it plainly, Zeke was a man of loyalty rather than trend, refusing to switch up his wardrobe of a few very worn in t-shirts and jeans until they'd very well fallen off. With so much chaos even in a calmer time now, Zeke couldn't possibly see the justification for such primping and splurging, pushing back his lengthening hair behind his ears in need of a hair cut. These times, people didn't do things until they absolutely had to, there really wasn't much choice and freedom like before even though it'd been five hardening years since the tragedy. Even then, Zeke knew it didn't get much better. The whole changed, and while it was a still a lot different from what it used to be, he'd be damned if he'd just sit wayside and watch it become destroyed.

Which was why at this moment Zeke couldn't help himself by suddenly making his friend feel like a third wheel, if that at all, since he'd almost forgotten that he was there so invested in his conversation with Claire. He wasn't completely distracted of course, every once and a while his eyes would glance up and dart around for a passerby who seemed too invested to strangers. With the President, Nathan Petrelli, ordering a mass slaughtering of anyone with even the smallest sign of a power for the 'safety of the nation' it became even more dangerous than before to operate.

The ice in his cup started to melt as he sucked up the scarce liquids through the straw straying close to Claire's side as they walked, their voices easily muffled if it traveled more than a few feet away. He had to duck his head a little just to hear Claire, even though they still spoke discreetly and a passerby even if they'd heard wouldn't think anything. Most of it had been just small talk, as how in a public place not much could be said. "Hmm, my first time," he squinted thinking it over for a moment as an eye peaking through glance towards the ceiling above," Madison Sheffield's... bedroom." He winced a little, embarased, talking about his first time using his powers a story of many involving his trials of becoming adjusted to his powers. "I wanted to be there so bad- like, you don't understand. I had a crush on this girl since, the second grade- it went way back. And when I closed my eyes, I was sitting in my room bored and alone on a Saturday night... and when I opened them...... let's just say that the black eye and two months grounding was worth it."

He smirked a little, seeing as how it was easy to laugh about it now, and these days for some they'd come few and far in between. It was nice to just talk to someone. Zeke really worked alone, it's not like he ever strapped someone on his back and took them time traveling with him. It was too dangerous just with him doing it, and he wasn't even sure if there was anyone left to trust back home. For a while, he'd been a solo act, the nights were lonely but at least no one rested on his conscience. Still, it was nice to know that there were people like Claire and Max left that weren't brainwashed through the fears Petrelli had burdened everyone with. since the accident.

[Vaudevillian]

Claire "Bennet" Petrelli

Claire didn't want to go shopping on a late night not with all the commotion with the vampire stories that were hanging around town and the overwhelmingly large number of Police Officers in the central of the City for the President, Nathan Petrelli and his opponent, Lola Burtnam to take the stand at a conference about public safety, the environment of today, and Claire was pretty sure too with all the previous reports Lola's people had dug up on Peter, it was going to be an all out screaming match with Nathan about the state of the city and where Peter had disappeared too.

Claire was with her friends though, however, she rarely felt safe. It was a weird feeling that she had since the last time she had seen her uncle, with that massive, ugly scar down the right hand side of his face, scarring him badly. How did he get it? he wouldn't tell her, and why was even back if in the city? Claire didn't know that either. Claire didn't even know how her father had managed to become President of the United States, it was all a violent blur, something that would've been easily taken care of in the past except now things were different, everyone was different. She smiled at Zeke over the top of her soda as he told her about the first time that he'd teleported, she thought it was amazing. Someone else like her, someone else like Peter. Zeke was a bit of an odd ball, but he was a nice odd ball. He made her laugh, he gave her something to think about other than Peter, other than Nathan, other than this hellish roller coaster ride to nowherer that was existing in the New York City of today.

"I've done so many things to myself and still nothing happens" Claire told Zeke with a laugh, "Sometimes.... I wish something would happen but then, I wouldn't be here and I guess, I wouldn't be who I am without it" she smiled softly, thinking of Peter. She always did, whenever she doubted herself or her ability, she thought of him. Her eyes then focused back on her friends as she made swirls with the drink she was holding, "Dad just wants me to stay safe... out of harms way, still thinks even with these abilities something bad will happen to me, no matter what I do, I try and tell him that it'll be okay, stop worrying... he just doesn't want to listen anymore..."

Truth being, Claire hasn't really spoken to who she thought was her real father in a long time. Things after the explosion had changed so drastically, people were scared and everything had seem to come full circle on Bennet, she still used his last name as more of a protection of herself, and with Peter gone, wherever he is now, the name Petrelli she doesn't want to be seen with, it's controversial, it relates her back to Nathan who she now despises more than anything.

"...what movie do you guys want to see? we should make a short one now. Curfew'll be on a few hours, and then we'll be lockdown in campus because of that whole vampire plague going on..." Claire snorts slightly, sometimes she finds it hard to believe, other times she thinks it's a possibility, afterall, if there are people like her and Zeke and Peter out there, then who knows what else could exist out there, she doesn't really like to think anymore about it though, being in college with a "terrorist" uncle and a "president" father is enough.

[Frontier City]

Zeke

As Zeke listened, and it was too uncomfortable to crack some side ass joke to ease the slight tension that he felt, so instead he just drew his eyes down to the floor and tried to sip on his drink. Ah, nothing there. Finally, he gave up his attachment to the drink and tossed it into a bin as they walked past pushing back a piece of hair falling into his face by coming it back with his hand.

After finding out about their powers all of their lives had changed, and then after the explosion if it wasn't already in shards then it'd just seemed to get worse. Families betrayed their own, thinking that having an ability was some sort of satanic evil throwing away brothers, sisters, husbands and wives to their deaths. It really brought out the darkness in a lot of people, driving even the most sincere person to do unmentionable things. It was an imaginable hell in far more ways than one, nearly everyone were left alone in the end somehow. "As much as it hurts to think about it, at least there's someone still worrying for you. Seems to be a novelty these days." He muttered side handedly, glancing over at Claire for a moment before the connection was lost.

Zeke rubbed his temple looking up at the selections with a sort of a frown on his face. He was at a loss for what movie to see, not really interested in anything Hollywood was spewing out these days, especially when every movie was an regurgitated and butchered classic. Zeke saw no purpose spending ten bucks to watch a completely ruined movie at the theaters, especially when he had seen more than a few years ahead in his spare time. Still, even if he'd seen everything already and they hadn't, he could've at least spared them the boredom that he ensued falling for some of the titles and cheap trick previews.

"Uh.... lets not see Angorhythm, trust me." He insisted, leaning back on his feet with that smile on his face. If things weren't so tense and dangerous on such an epic level, it'd be fun to have this power. Max was anything but a vivid memory, he was swirling somewhere behind him though by now he'd learned to tune him out. He was always tinkering away at something, usually something that he wasn't supposed to.

[Russian Roulette]

Paul Newstead

Paul wasn't sure when was the last time, he saw any real daylight. He was buried up to his nose in research, since the potral opened and that was really bugging him. He easied his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, before pushing himself away from his work. Dark circles colored under his blue eyes, since he really didn't remember the last time, he got any real sleep as well. He lived in his office mostly, he even bought a cot, to stick in the corner of his office, for when he needed sleep and a mini-fridge, for food. He was about his work and that bugged his girlfriend, Jessica, who he wasn't spending much time with. That will really woo her. Don't see her at all and she'll just fall in love with you. His mind bit out sarcastically as he moved towards his said mini-fridge. He pulled it open and dim light, lite up the tiny fridge. He eyed the food that he had stocked up, but instead just grabbed a simple apple.

As he sank his teeth in the red apple, he sat back down in his office chair, and eyed all the work he had done and still nothing was making sense to him. And he always had to know how things worked, because that's how he worked. He kicked his feet on top of his desk and leaned back more in his chair, to get comfortable for a few minutes. If someone had told him, when he was younger, that he was going to sit at a desk and try to figure out, how and why a portal had been ripped open of New York City and Vampires were crawling out of it, he would've just laughed in someone's face. Go figure. Usually, it didn't take much time, for Paul to figure out something, but this had him stuck and he hated being stuck. He groaned, as he set his half eaten apple, forgotten on his desk and stood up and paced his office.

He had tons of money at his disopal and yet he had no idea what to do with it, since he still had no idea who to close the stupid hole. But what really intrugied Paul, was Peter and all the stories he's heard about him. He was once a great man and he became so bitter, it was tragic and selfish at the same time, in Paul's mind. He wanted to know how Peter was able to open the potral and possibly wonder, if Peter was the key, to closing the thing. Paul scoffed and dropped himself down on his cot. He let his head hit the pillow, as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure everything out. He sighed heavily, as he felt his eye lids began to dift close. Maybe a nice nap, will help. His last thoughts, agreeing with his stressed body.

[Vaudevillian]

Niki "Jessica" Sanders

Niki was strutting her stuff to pretty woman, the blonde bombshell hidden under a black wig, heavy eye make up and ruby red lips. Her feather boa matching the lipstick that was smeared across her lips as she bumped and grinded her way around the pole in the centre of the stage, she pressed up against it and then slid elegantly down, wrapping her legs around the end for a full circular twist, her signature move. The crowd applauded, friendly men gave her decent tips and some even offered her numbers. She had to laugh at those ones, after all Pet.... Paul was the only guy she wanted right now, cute, geeky, total into science and jargon. Had funding from Nathan Petrelli but it kept him busy and out of her workplace although it'd be nice occasionally to look out and see a familiar face.

She crossed the stage, showing off her garter under her rather small, tightly fitting leather mini skirt, her buxom bust snug in a red corset, she knew she looked hot but that was about all, she wasn't feeling while she was onstage, she was just acting, doing the bare minimum. After DL and Micah had died, she locked herself away for hours behind the stage, many nights she'd be threatened to be kicked out of the job, most nights she just did what she could to stay afloat, then she met Peter Petrelli and it changed everything.

His prominent scar down the right side of his face was the most outstanding feature about the man, his dark brown eyes and sleek brown almost black hair were also incredibly attractive to her. She had met many men but Peter was a stand out. The smirk, that just seemingly slipped or crept imperfectly from the lower left side of his face made her squirm, the way it enticed her, invited her to play....

She sometimes thought of him when she was with Paul, even if she hadn't seen Peter in over 6 months. She said if he walked not to bother coming back and he was true to his word. She waited for him but he had obviously made up his mind to do 'the right thing' she didn't think it existed anymore.

Once offstage after the same performance and song she did every night, she picked up the phone and called Paul to see if everything was okay. Knowing him he'd be at work, knowing him he'd be trying to catch up with sleep at it, too. He was running himself into the ground and no matter how many times " Jessica" tried to convince him that Peter would know and have nothing to do with vampires, Niki was unsure and pretty convinced if there was anything screwball about the world, Peter'd have something to do with it.

He was after all related to a president who wanted to annhilate the gifted population, he was after all permanently on the run from everyone and everything. He did leave the City of New York in a state of chaos, he did leave them all to deal with the mess.

She still missed him though, no matter how much she just wanted to forget. She looked the back entrance every time she'd get off stage and sometimes wish those deep eyes and that scarred face would smile at her. Now her new boyfriend was great, he was sweet and caring but she hadn't told the other half of her story to him, not now not ever it appeared she'd keep it bottled up like she had kept everything locked tight since the bomb.

"answer the phone, Paul" she sighed, she wanted to go out for dinner but if her boyfriend wasn't going to answer the phone she guessed it'd be another pizza and movie alone. exciting.

[Tough Cookie]

Dave Penbroke

The crowded subway station made Dave feel unsteady on his feet. There were a massive amount of people in the station and they were all moving as if they were late for the appointment of their lives. As if they would stop at nothing to head towards the exit and out on the street. When Dave had finally managed to take a step forward, he was pushed back two by a unfamiliar face from the crowd. "New York is just insane sometimes. I really should start to drive instead," Dave muttered to himself as he was pushed an additional five steps. It seemed, for some unknown reason, that everybody in the entire station had decided to leave the building the moment he had sat foot in it.

But it was just probably a train who had just arrived to the station and the passengers had work to get to.

Dave could feel how his arms were starting to ache from the collisions he suffered. After being hit for the tenth time, Dave made a silent promise to either start to drive or just ignore the fact to leave work at all and - for the time being - the second option sounded more appealing than the first.

After at least six more collisions with strangers, Dave was out from the mass. It was a miracle that he had not been completely knocked over. Or worse - missed the train to work.

Once inside the train, Dave felt the calmness he usually possess, spread inside him, like a coup of hot chocolate on a winterday. However, the serenity he had found within suddenly morphed into horror as Dave's eyes saw who was sitting in the back of the vagon - Peter Petrelli.

The cold-blooded killer slash terrorist was sitting on a chair futher back in the vagon, glacing around. Dave's brain was working at the speed of light as he thought of what to do. All his instincts told him to make a run for it - save himself. An instinct he felt most obliged to obey. Before he even seated, Dave pressed the stop button with his left hand, waiting for it to stop at the next station. With his right, he picked up his cellphone dialing the familiar number to his co-worker, Holly. She would know what to do.

One tone.

"Come on Holly... answer the stupid thing already..."

Two tones.

[Vaudevillian]

Peter Petrelli

Peter had set fire to most of the patrol cars that had lined up in the street. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, breathing heavily. no, why are they doing this?, shouldn't they be going after Sylar? he groaned, forcing back the cops that were walking towards him with his telekentic power, but he couldn't keep this up, he staggered back a couple of metres, as officers came at him from the side, the fire was igniting half of the street, they had sectioned it off, he knew he was going to be alone in this, he just knew that he was going to be fighting to save Claire all over again.

"FUCK!" he yelled as someone took a shot at him, the bullet lodging in his calf as he looked down, the thick red substance oozing out, but not alot as the bullet was blocking it. Luckily Claire's ability came to his aid but that meant he'd have to drop his control. He couldn't do that, he'd be swarmed.

Peter became invisible, as he walked backwards, they seemed confused but it wouldn't be too long until they'd see the bloodied tracks leading to a dumpster. He knelt down behind it, as the surge of officers resumed. Weakening by the second and feeling very dizzy, Peter could only hope that he could keep up the blockage long enough til he could make a quick escape.

There were thousands of bullets ricocheting off the walls behind him and circumfrencing the area that he had just barred up. The cops were in a frenzy and he could bet who was the cause of it all. Sylar that nasty bastard killing Nathan, taking his form? what kind of a sick fucking joke was that? everything was a joke now, he was a wanted terrorist and Sylar was walking free. He glanced over the top off the dumpster, watching the police scatter, they were yelling at each other and into their walkie talkies, we've lost him! we've lost him.... complete scatterbrains....

Taking this moment of weakness he focused on healing himself as the bullet slowly and painfully dislodged from his leg, his muffled cries of anguish behind his palm as he bit down on it, the bullet was out as he healed immediately, he then stood up and surging enough energy within his hands he threw his shot of flame to the other end of the street. Seeing this, the officers that were coming very very close to where he was headed off in the other direction.

Peter emerged from behind the dumpster, panting. Above he could hear something loud and noisy. He looked up, a police copter was trailing the street and soon it'd find him but it wasn't what he thought it was.... there was a cameraman hanging out the door... news copter? he thought and then suddenly the bullets started to return fire...

"Shi---" he was about to cry out as he pressed himself up against the wall. It looked as though he was cornered, he didn't like his chances of escape, maybe Sylar would win again.

But Claire, no, God... please he thought despairingly, she'd see this, she'd see this mess and she'd come and he couldn't allow her to do that, he just couldn't but how was he going to stop her?

[Russian Roulette]

Paul

He wasnt sure for how long he had dosed off but the next thing he knew, was the fact his phone with ringing, but at the moment, he had no clue where it was. Slugishly he began to move from his cot, to look for his phone. "Shit" He muttered, feeling a small pain in his neck, he never did like falling a sleep on the cot, but it was his only means of resting when he needed to. He was restless sleeper non the less, since the research started for the portal and since then, that's the only thing that plaques his mind at night. It nearly consumes him sometimes, since he still could not figure out that portal.

Groaning, he slowly shuffled his way to his messy desk. His hand resting on the edge of the desk, surpporting his slugish movements, since he was still not fully awake. He eased himself into his chair and began to search for the annoyance that woke him up. "It had better be important" He stated darkly, pushing things around and off of his desk, looking for his phone. He finally snatched the object from under a pile of papers and pulled it out. Without looking at the id, he flipped his phone open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?" He slurred, squinting his eyes from a slight headache that was making itself known.
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Sylar

He felt like such a powerful man and he basked in the terror he caused. He didn't feel bad, not since no one helped him, when he needed it. He felt like he was in a chess match, waiting for the other player to make his move and yet he felt he was in control. Though he was never good as chess, it felt natural to him. And he had all this money, to use and buy what he wanted and needed. But yet, Peter Petrelli was still getting in his way and he was getting tired of his game. Sighing, Sylar pushed himself from his seat to meet with Peter. He wanted to end this stupid game once and for all and go on with his little plan.

He had set the patrol cars after him, to get rid of him, but it seemed they were failing horribly. "I see I have to do this with my own hands" He stated, boredly. Ever since, Peter had gone back through time and taken his power to regenerate, he was furious. He was invinceable and it was taken from him and for that Peter needed to die at any cost. After watching what was going on tv, Sylar became bored and wanted to end this quickly. It was getting messy, too messy for him.

As he slowly made his way to the commotion, all fire had stopped in the prences of him. He stepped from his car and lazily shut it. He walked through the damage they had caused and shook his head. They had to make such a mess, for a simple task. He tsk'd and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Peter" He called out in the dead air, with a sick humor to his voice. "I know you are close. And I know you can hear me" He began, still walking through the street. "Why don't you make this easy for the both of us and come out?" He called out, trying to hide the smile that was growing on his face.

[Vaudevillian]

Niki "Jessica Sanders"

The phone was ringing constantly, she kept retrying time and time again to reach Paul but it appeared he'd worked really later or had gone out and hadn't bothered to leave his cell on. Bored with making calls, Niki turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until something caught her eye.

"Peter..." she hissed under her breath, looking at the mug shot of her former lover on the TV screen and a blank street view of where Peter was supposedly hiding. Niki leant forward on her hands, remembering what Peter had told her. That he was going to save Claire, it was always about her. Always, nothing she did could change his mind. It was different now that she had died, he became a recluse, he stopped eating, he refused to talk. He became so withdrawn and unlike himself that Niki told him to just go and he did, he never came back. But now that he was here, according to these reports on the TV, it must mean that he had been successful in bringing back Claire.

Niki hit the redial button on her phone accidentally and surprisingly, Paul answered this call.

"Hi baby..." she said softly, trying to keep her voice calm as she looked at the live view of the street, trying to pick Peter out. Bastard was probably invisible, always behind some sort of damn shield.

"....we gotta cancel dinner tonight, sugar" she whispered into the phone, "something big came up, you should probably call Nathan..." she told him, knowing that Nathan would be damn interested to know what was going on, the sell out. Sold Peter out anyway, but to what extent and how severely, no-one truly knew, only Peter knew that his brother wasn't his brother.

She then saw something on the screen, another figure standing in the street. She pressed her face right up close to the screen. "Oh, jesus" she breathed into the phone heavily, her eyes widened, Nathan Petrelli was already down on the street. The news copter had gotten close to his face, the caption reading President Petrelli confronts his terrorist brother LIVE in New York City".

"baby..." Jessica said softly, "....we've got to get down there, okay? I got to go, we have got to get down to them, there's no time to explain meet me out front in ten..." she was speaking hurriedly. If anyone was going to fight Peter Petrelli it was her, and no-one else. Where Nathan had failed Niki would succeed, she was determined to this time.


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Claire Petrelli

Claire, Zeke and Max, were about to walk the stairs to the movie theatre when something caught her friends attention. She looked towards him but he just remained silent, as the sound of a news bulletin filled the speakers, her friends looking at her as she stood there, trying to make out through the static what was going on.

She froze, her eyes looked up at one of the blinking monitors. It quickly changed from ads to a flash of her uncle's face, she brought her hands to her mouth, shaking her head.

"....Peter..." her voice trembled violently as she watched the live action view on the screen. There was someone else standing in the street, someone else looking for her uncle, too. and she had a fair idea of who that could be.

"..Nathan?" she couldn't believe it, the two men in her life that were supposed to be her blood, her relatives seemingly facing each other off in the street. She turned and looked at her friends, her face whitewashed in mute horror, this can't be happening... why was Nathan there, why was he there? what did he want with Peter? he was going to kill him right, Nathan and his obsession with perfection.... and they still had no idea where Sylar was, if Sylar saw this... that'd be two against one....

"We gotta go..." she told her friends, "...I've got to help Peter, he can't do this alone" she told them and made a mad dash for the front of the shopping centre, leaving her friends bewildered and staring at the tv screen.

Peter Petrelli

Peter had hidden behind the dumpster for a while, he was growing increasingly tired. The flames he had set to the half the street had been extinguished, the noises of the officers and other patrol cars had died down, the only persistent noise was the sound of a helicopter roaring above his head. Over the noise he heard someone shouting out at him, calling his name.

"Nathan?" he thought, tiredness affecting his memory for a moment until he realised his brother was no longer alive, Sylar had killed him. He couldn't save Nathan as well as Claire, he had to make a choice, he could only do it once, and he had chosen her. He looked out from where he was hiding, the voice calling to him, asking him to come out and show himself.

Peter bit his lower lip, trying to focus on remaining behind the invisible barrier he had created, but knowing full well that Sylar would find a way to penetrate it once he sensed it, Peter's chances were very limited, he had been having the siege with the police for hours, it felt like everything was all running together. He just hoped that Claire was safe, that she was staying away. If Peter was to die here now it'd be alright if he knew that Claire was going to be okay and that she would live. But how safe would she be if Sylar lived and he didn't? he'd find her... he'd do what he did the first time.

Peter remained silent and the noise of "Nathan's" voice broke off, Peter turning invisible as he walked straight out and stood in the centre of the street, he was staring directly at the man who was pretending to be his brother, pretending to be anyone but the monster that he was. Peter knew he wasn't perfect but he wasn't a liar, a manipulator, a deceiver....

"....you called?" Peter asked in a deep voice, revealing himself. If this was to be his final moments, he'd go down with fight, as he always planned on doing this, he always knew he'd be fighting for everything and now it was just a matter of time until he wouldn't have to fight anymore.

[Suteki Da Ne]

Lisbeth

Lisbeth always loved how she felt after she’d just fed, the blood pumping through her veins, she felt more, well alive she supposed. Getting the boy to follow her out of the bar took even less time than she’d assumed it would take and this was when more people were wary of vampires. Yeah, she still had it. Dropping the boy, Lisbeth walked off, debating whether she would go find that man or see to her vampires. Lisbeth would know if there was any real trouble though, she had the strongest telepathy and she’d hear it if there was a problem. Or maybe she was just making excuses because Lisbeth was definitely insatiably curious. And while it might kill the cat, it would not kill the vampire. It would take a whole lot more to do that. This was Lisbeth’s town or would be soon enough, she needed to find out if this vampire was a threat to that or not. Yes she was displeased and a little shocked by the way he’d just brazenly appeared in her bedroom, but he hadn’t made any attempt to attack, so it was possible that he didn’t mean any harm. Plus, he was responsible for the great number of vampires that Lisbeth had brought with her here.

She did not pay much attention to human politics. Perhaps she should, but soon they would be so insignificant it was the equivalent of watching a colony of ants. Sometimes though, it could be interesting when an intruder came among them and destroyed the whole colony. Lisbeth had a sense for that now, but it did not truly concern her. After all, what should she care if mortals died. They propagated like ants so it wasn’t as if it would ever come to the point there was a shortage of food. That’s what she told herself some of the time anyway. Other times, like now, Lis grew curious. It’s only because I don’t know what he is. She still guessed vampire, but those abilities… it did not quite match up.

She knew the face well enough, she had after all been watching it plastered all over the news. Though, she probably wouldn’t have forgotten from earlier. She had only had to think on it as she moved towards the shadows and there she was, still in shadows, but somewhere else.

She was in an alley, a dirty alley, but she wasn’t paying much attention to that. No, instead began to move towards the exit to watch what else was going on. Helicopters, police, and Peter Petrelli, in front of an ant she recognized as Nathan Petrelli. So she paid some attention after all. She’d forget the name by tomorrow. Trivial. Unnecessary. But it was all there in the news today.

Stepping out of the alley, she decided not to approach, but to lean against the wall of the building, listening to what the two men were talking about. Maybe this would be interesting and insightful. Maybe not. She’d supposed she’d see in a moment. She just hoped they hurried it along or she was going to get bored.