volume 2

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter is, as he's want to do from time to time, standing outside in the pouring rain on some city street. This is a pretty common occurrence in his life, truth be told, which is why he's yet to go anywhere. At least the world isn't falling down around him while it rains, which is a definite improvement to many of the moments in his life.

Oh, he's definitely about to start walking, considering it's... raining, just give him a few more seconds.

Until then, he's just going to stand and start looking only mostly drenched, head tipped down to at least keep the water out of his eyes. And anyway, he's got his coat on, so what more could he possibly need? Peter doesn't really do umbrella's. ]

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ohai thar <3

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami loves the rain. She's drawing attention a few looks as she stands there, letting herself be soaked, face tilted up to the sky. She holds up a cupped hand and lets the droplets gather into a tiny pool in her palm.

Finally, she seems to notice Peter. She flashes him a pert smile.]

It's been awhile.

HAI 8D

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter doesn't really love the rain, or like it for even the same reasons, but there really is just something about it. And rain's always a good time to get lost in your thoughts... So it takes him about as long to notice her, as it takes for her to notice him.

Looking back up, he offers a quick smile. ]

Yeah, it has.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it's the typical romantic scene: the guy and girl caught in the rain, clearly about to share an umbrella.

Only no umbrella comes, because Ami is no longer a closeted romantic. She is a romantic with so many padlocks on the door to that closet that a locksmith couldn't open them.]

Want to go inside to dry off? [There should be a nice little cafe or something nearby, except in dreams it's always unpredictable.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ It's probably better that it doesn't turn into a romantic scene in the rain. Peter's already had one of those in his lifetime, and it was the start of a really bad series of events. Not to mention, he's got a certain someone else. Going without an umbrella's just safer, for all parties involved. ]

Yeah, sure. Place over there looks like they've got coffee. [ He nods over to what... looks to be a pretty nondescript cafe. Hey, sometimes dreams are just that predictable. ]

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[And there is a Japanese woman in a white kimono and blue shawl nearby, standing below an old-fashioned umbrella. She looks incredibly out of place in the modern city, but she doesn't seem concerned by it--perhaps she doesn't even realize the misplacement.]

[Instead she is concentrating on the man in the rain.]

You are sure to catch cold like that.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ It takes a couple seconds before he even realizes that he's being spoken to. Peter can be... slightly oblivious like that. After another second of nobody else responding, he finally looks up.

And then he's a little bit taken aback by just exactly how lost this woman looks in the middle of a city. Even though she doesn't look lost at all. ]

I'll be fine, but thanks.

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[She stands there, watching him silently for several long seconds.]

Do you have a reason to be standing in the rain?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Pushing the wet hair out of his eyes, he shakes his head, nonchalant as the day is long. ]

Not really, no.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Sylar just ... appears by his side. As he is prone to do. Except Sylar is enjoying the rain and seems to think he is part of the Lion King.]

All that Petrelli money and you still can't buy an umbrella.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He's not even the slightest bit surprised when Sylar shows up, which is why it takes a few seconds before Peter looks over at him, slightly amused by his ~lion king~ stance. ]

I've got an umbrella. I just don't carry it around with me.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Sylar enjoys the rain, okay. It makes him feel like Simba.]

You're so impossible. [He shakes his head.] But then again, neither do I. I kind of like the rain.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Except New York isn't exactly Pride Rock......

Peter just rolls his eyes before trying to push back some of his wet hair. ] Yeah, so do I. Not as much as you though, apparently. Think I like it more when i'm inside.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

Do you hear something? [ Aerith crouches in front of him, red umbrella nestled on her shoulder. She doesn't own one in real life because she lives under a plate, so why oh why would she ever use an umbrella?

It is just as foreign for her to feel rain pelting her skin, so the umbrella practically thinks itself up. But she is curious about why Peter is just standing there like that. ]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ To have someone suddenly be crouching in front of him is more than enough to startle him out of his thoughts. But someone with a red umbrella? In the rain? The second it pops up, Peter looks up at it, obviously caught off guard.

Yeah, that sparks at least a few memories. Both pleasant and unpleasant. He looks back to the woman in front of him and... lets go of a sigh of relief that it's not Simone. That's not really a dream he wants to have right now. But he's still surprised, and tries to shake himself out of his reverie. ] No, I was just.. thinking.

...I honestly forgot Simone's umbrella was red lol

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

[ Ah. She'd wondered if he heard things like she does, but apparently not. She soon leaves her crouch, standing up straight and holding the umbrella to try giving him a little coverage. With him taller than her, it's an awkward affair. ]

Do you need to get wet to do your thinking? It doesn't look too comfortable.

LOL that made it even better okay

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ To make things at least a little less awkward, he bows his head down, trying to make it so that she doesn't have to hold the umbrella nearly so high. ]

I don't have to. Just seems to happen.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[A black SUV rolls up beside Peter, and Noah rolls his window down, a small smile tugging at his lips.]

Need a ride?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ That's... definitely not something he expected to see. But he flashes a brief smile back at Noah. ]

Yeah, thanks.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Get in. [He waits until Peter does so before rolling around the corner.] I take it you don't watch the Weather Channel.

[betterasshole.livejournal.com]

[Oh rain, how Deb hates you. Since she never carries an umbrella either, she's holding a big red fluffy parka over her head, because this is the north, and therefore super cold, right. Rain totally requires a snow coat. Anyway, she can't really see where she's going but it would be awesome if she could get out of the rain so she's running down the alley. Too bad Peter's standing in the middle of the alley spacing out like a big idiot so she runs right into him, hard. There might be some tackling involved here. Also she drops her parka. :C]

Oh goddammit, fuck me--you alright?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Look, he wasn't spacing out, okay. He was just thinking... which is the exact same thing when it comes to Peter. But he's not thinking anymore when all of a sudden he's being run into, and there's a lot of flailing about and slipping onto the ground. The cold, hard, painful ground. Maybe standing in the middle of the sidewalk wasn't such a good idea. ]

--No, hey, it's fine. Are you okay?

[betterasshole.livejournal.com]

[Deb falls along with him, but since she got the Peter-cushion she jumps right back up, unhurt. There's none of that silly movie nonsense where they just lay there forever and a day--she doesn't know him and that kind of closeness isn't okay with her. She really should be over her aversion to strangers by now, but on the bright side, at least she didn't break his nose for touching her. So much progress.]

Hey, I'm the one that landed on you, remember? Give a shit about yourself first before you start going all fucking nice-guy on me. [She leans over and offers a hand to help him up.]

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[Elle is standing in the rain, her electricity going haywire.] So it got you too then?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter decides to outright ignore her question and come running over, stopping himself seconds before he's tempted to grab her. ] God, Elle-- Get out of the rain!

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[She winces in pain as the electricity runs through her, shocking her again.] Easier said than done when it hurts this much to move, Peter!