the earth will tremble

"I got my own butterflies that need crushing." Indie Selective Private semi Hiatus NBC's Heroes RP Blog Samuel Sullivan

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“Samuel– You don’t have to repay me.  You don’t have to do anything other than what you’re doing already.  Your company is all I could possibly ask for.”  She gave him a smile as she turned to start preparing more balls of dough for the next cookie sheet.  

Claire didn’t like the idea of him thinking he owed her.  She didn’t want there to be any pressure or obligation between them, only their companionship.  But she did want to keep the mood light, so she gave a laugh, nudging Samuel as she passed by him.  “Unless you happen to be any good with history.  These gen-ed requirements are killing me.”

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   It was almost as if a giant weight had been lifted from off his chest. For so long, he had been stuck in the frame of mind to always return payment, to never leave a debt. Being in Claire's presence was all he wanted. She was a comfort to his weary soul. She was a light in his perpetual darkness.

   He grinned at her when she nudged him, his stare following after her as she passed him by. There was no pressure here. All she asked was for him to stay. That was the least he could do. And, to be honest, it was the one and only thing he wanted to do.

   "I will try my best," he said with a chuckle. "I must admit that I am not the best at history though. You cannot rely on my limited knowledge. Which point in history are you at now? I’ll do what I can.”

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Samuel my dear gentleman...How is the circus these days?

“Good as it’s always been ——-   ….. you would know that had you taken my offer to join, Wig.”

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Wig was well aware of Samuel’s intensifying wanton desire of his wig…He invented lies when Samuel visited unannounced and methodically questioned him on the whereabouts of his wig….

Wig found himself drawing up complex maps of his estate just to hide his wig from unexpected visits from Samuel…

Wig was suddenly confronted with the thought that even the morning sun could not cast it’s light upon the dark brooding of a jealous man….

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   “You think you can hide the wig from me forever, is that it?” He was growing angry just at the sight of Wig. If only he could use his powers on him --

   This was beginning to feel more like a game, something that Samuel wanted for his own. The wig was all-powerful, he knew, but it was more than that now. He felt compelled to take it, to own it, to stake his claim in a piece of uncharted territory where he did not belong. 

   “Tell me where it is then I will no longer pay you unexpected visits in the middle of the night. Tell me, Wig. Such a simple thing... just tell me.”

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PSA;; this my thread tracker. notice how lazy i am. well, i only have seven left. just wanted to let everyone know i am in fact alive and well… just slow as hell. that rhymed. back to writing drafts i go!

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updated!

all threads finished and posted! if you didn’t get yours then let me know because i’m under the impression that i got everyone. i am dumb like that. istg.

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What’s in an identity?

In this day and age, a gratuitous amount. It was getting harder to hide with all these pointless details. Social security number be damned. Adam was safe in what was left of Daniel’s realm. He had thought about taking complete power and offer safety to a select group. 

He had thought about it. He was just too tired of dealing with the matters of this world. He could have stopped this from happening, the purges and the fear. But that was in the past. This soldier, he had an interesting past. Adam knew he wouldn’t be able to hide under that identity long, they only had blonde hair in common, but he was willing to use this situation to another advantage. He was high up, in contact with some of those ‘undercover’ prisons. 

He walked out, the man trailing behind. A deal on how to cheat at cards, but don’t let him know you’re military. So simple, really.

“Ah, here’s the man I was telling you about,” Adam introduced. “He’s an amazing card shark.”

He winked at his new acquaintance. They were safely covered in the gloom. 

“But I have a feeling he’s about to tell you your fortune.” 

Detached as he was, he was curious to see what this stranger did.  

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   His gaze settled on the soldier and Samuel wondered what he should say now. It wasn’t strange for Samuel to use his powers in front of others but outside of the carnival was rare. Everybody was accounted for. If someone caught him --

   “Your fortune, brother,” Samuel began, raising one hand with the rock in it, a slow movement that some might not see but maybe others would. He was considering the kind of fortune to tell. Death, it was inevitable. And there was no remorse --

   Samuel took in a deep breath. He felt that familiar itch in the palm of his hand, wanting to hurry this just so he could feel the satisfaction course through his veins. With Adam here, he had something to prove. Patience was a virtue.

   “I am sorry,” he lied, raising his one hand up at chest level, the rock floating up in the air just above the palm. Heat had built up in his hands but not from his terrakinesis. It was excitement and eagerness and a need to quell the rage of fire in his dark soul.

   “ -- but you’re the price I must pay.” And, at that, he flicked his fingers out causing the rock to shoot like a bullet, lodging itself into the man’s throat, killing him instantly.

   Then he turned to look at Adam, waiting on a response or reaction.

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“I’ve already threatened to get my face painted by someone’s daughter and got ate enough cotton candy to feed a small village. What else could there be?” He’s wearing a smile, but that still doesn’t mean he isn’t wary of this place.

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       “Nothing quite like it, is there? A real home, Claude. A place to call your own. No more running, no more hiding. We are in the open here. And we have accepted one another for who we are -- “ He hopes he’s done enough convincing but can’t be sure.

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“You have approximately thirty seconds before I leave.”

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       “ ----- you have my word then. Is that not enough?”

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"Wanna know who you remind me of?"

“I’m not sure I would like to know —— ”

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“What if doing what everyone else won’t is what makes us crueler?”

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      “If this is our inevitable end then are we to blame?”

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devils & dust

                                                                   forwhatevercomes

   When had this begun? The war for souls, it seemed, as if they were disciples of different gods. Samuel’s would reign over all, put Peter and his attempts to shame. Like Elijah from the Bible calling fire from Heaven -- Samuel would destroy them all.

   He sat for the longest time, wondering what his next move should be. One of purpose, one to drive the point home. There was no one here who would dare lift their hand to him after this. Too great would be the terror, too strong the burden. 

   For now, he had tactics to devise. This once loving home had turned into a war zone; one part now on Peter’s side, the others with him. Where, he often wondered, had he gone wrong for them to betray him? Had he not been as bot a leader and a father to them?

   A message was subtle but it was a good starting point. Samuel had several things he wanted to say to Peter. Only if Peter would see him though. In the letter, Samuel wrote in neat handwriting that he requested Peter’s presence in his trailer before nightfall. Requested instead of demanded -- but, to Samuel, it was the same meaning.

   He sent Eli with the letter. He would’ve sent Edgar but he’d joined Peter’s cause. Edgar had always been weak. Peter though -- Samuel admired much of him, even though they were now enemies.

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✞In Here, We’re Dead✞

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He knew that someone was coming over and he was pretty certain that he knew who it was. The new kid, Samuel Sullivan, someone that he had no intention of befriending or talking to and yet his mom was insistent. That must have come directly from the top although Gabriel couldn’t understand why Arthur or Linderman would want him to talk to him. Apparently his powers weren’t fully harnessed and he wasn’t even an important puzzle in Gabriel’s own future. Yet, his mom had declared this morning before he’d been off to his classes.

She was always on the look out for him to make new friends. Never one to be wholly satisfied with Elle being his sole friend. She never really liked it when she would come in here to his room and spend hours on end locked up in here. She had put time limits but she often forgot there was a window in his room that Elle thoroughly took advantage of. It wasn’t like they were doing anything besides talking- not that Gabriel would have minded.

Sighing he heard the knock come and then the door followed by approaching voices. He finished setting up the final photograph there on the wall he turned towards the opened door with a greeting smile as he listened absently to his mom go on and on about who the young man was.

Gabriel stepped forward, hand reaching out so that he didn’t have to continue hearing his mom- since this was an order from the top he might as well listen. He knew full well what happened when he didn’t.

“Samuel, right? I’m Gabriel…it’s nice to meet you.” and the smile was not enough whether to discern if he was being cordial or not.

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   Even though this was an idea from the top, Samuel anticipated the meeting. He’d planned on it the minute he learned who Gabriel was. Something about him was fascinating. Going through all this trouble of getting here was worth it. Joseph didn’t really like the idea but had to run with it. There wasn’t much he could do anyway.

   School was awful. Nothing about it was appealing. Samuel tried in vain to stay away but his parents were insistent. Reputations to uphold, they said. They cared too much about what everyone else thought. Joseph was more understanding. He didn’t like school either. But so it was and here they were -- and Samuel stood before Gabriel now.

   “Nice to meet you too,” he said -- and he meant it. Gabriel was different from everyone else. Maybe that’s why Samuel liked him already.

   “So... this is some place you got here.” He looked over at Mrs Gray with a warm smile. He felt at ease here, almost like he was wanted, not because of how they made him feel but there was something about this place too. A place he saw as an advantage. It might be a dead end but he was always looking for something to take over.

   “You live here long?“

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How much would I have to pay you to strip for me?

      “Is that all I am to you!?”

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“Okay, now I’m trying to be your friend. Why don’t you get a toupée or some Rogaine?”

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       “You’re giving me a headache.”

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disobedient son:

“You don’t mean you…do you?”

       “You have quickly forgotten your role in this place.”

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When she apologizes for being hard to love, do not say “it’s okay”. Tell her that loving her is like breathing and without her you are drowning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

What I Wish You Had Said, #1 - Peyton Scott (via mothxrless)

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Wretches and Kings

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The man that was talking to him was a stranger. He didn’t know him. He knew a lot of people at the wake. He knew their names but not their faces. They were still strangers. And he wondered how long that would last. How long would they be passing strangers. There was a part of him that wanted it to last forever. He didn’t want to have to have to live for these people. He wanted an existence that was solely his own.

But that was joke and he knew it. He hadn’t lived his life for himself. He and Nathan had never been allowed. They had to live for their family. Every step dictated, every word. They were not made of themselves. But of his dad’s plans and his mom’s ideals. That was the simple way that his life worked.

He turned to look at the stranger talking to him, offering condolences and lies. In the beginning everyone had thought that Nathan was a great man. But that image had been slowly falling apart. His mom had kept telling him that. She kept telling him that he had to do something. But Peter knew that he couldn’t. Just like she did.

Now Nathan was dead.

Peter wanted to mourn but couldn’t. And that was crazy, wasn’t it? Because growing up he knew that the only person that he loved was Nathan. The only person that he could trust. But once dad died it was done, it was over. This wasn’t family. He knew that now. Family was supposed to cry when someone died. He was dry eyed and looking towards the future.

He took up the glass and finished it off right there. It burned with a bitter sting. And he wanted another one. But that wasn’t him talking. That was the part of Nathan he was trying to keep alive. Because he had never needed a drink to function before. The one thing his dad had been proud of about him. He knew when to stop.  

“Yeah, he was.”

And he didn’t know if he agreed with him or not. He was always someplace in the balance of things. Not knowing where he stood. He never agreed with his dad, never agreed with his mom. Never agreed with Nathan. Maybe he’d break the mold, huh? Maybe he’d be something other than what expectation told him to be. 

Ambition could be a deadly thing.

He looked around the crowd and his eyes landed on Joseph Sullivan. He knew him. He had come around a couple of times. Nathan hadn’t taken to him. Wanted nothing to do with him. Told him the Sullivans were nothing but trash. He looked back at the stranger. He thought he had a name figured out. His mom had told him who had said they were coming. She had told him about the Sullivans. But his memory of that was vague. “I’ve heard that about your brother one or twice.” He turned to face him entirely. “Samuel Sullivan, isn’t it?” Like it hadn’t taken him any time to figure that out.

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   It wasn’t every day that a Petrelli knows your name. Samuel took pride in it. The kind of pride that eats away at a man’s heart leaving nothing but twisted arteries in its trail. Nothing could please him like a few compliments tossed his way. Maybe they were without weight but none of that mattered when the swell of his chest was enough to burst his common sense. Joseph always told him to think before acting. Joseph always told him never to trust just anyone.

   Sound advice that was much too late, he knew. Something was off about this entire deal he’d made with Angela. No, it wasn’t her. Sure, he kept his eye on her as much as he could but it was something else. Peter didn’t suspect a thing so it wasn’t him either. A kind of darkness was in the atmosphere, he observed. And he noticed how it hung over everyone’s heads. It is a funeral, he reminded himself. Nathan was deader than his washed up politics in a mafia family.

   Here they were, mourning someone none of them cared for. Samuel believed he cared. When looking into his eyes, Samuel conjured up make-believe images of Peter’s childhood; summer’s spent in California, nights spent having long talks with Nathan, days dragging on because what the hell else is there to do but try and try. Your whole life you’re trying. Growing up in a family like this -- it was no place for a kid.

   Peter grew up fast, Samuel thought. Much like I did. Joseph took on the burden of caretaker but Samuel wrenched himself away from under that hold. Making a life for himself wasn’t as easy as he thought. This was the life he wanted, after all. Joseph had been born into it but Samuel was bred for it. And he would do what he could to claim what belonged to him. 

   Several attempts had been made to discourage him from the wayward path but Samuel saw no other way. If only Joseph hadn’t been so damned controlling with his self-righteous life lessons then he might not have struggled as much. This wasn’t about Joseph though. Samuel wanted to stake his claim in their family name. Joseph was too weak, didn’t they know? Angela knew. He wondered if, in these very brief moments, Peter knew too.

   He extended his hand to shake. Cordial because he had to be.

   “It is,” he replied, grinning. 

   Samuel found introductions easier than long, dreary conversation. Peter didn’t seem like the type with too much time on his hands. Without much time, he wouldn’t talk him to death.

   “And it would be a dishonor if I knew not your name while... here.” He didn’t want to offend so early in the conversation. “Peter... how does all of this make you feel?”

[mordvarg]

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“Just a full head of hair, yeah.”

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       “Always the jokes about my hair.” or lack thereof

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disobedient son:

“Finders keepers.”

       “You have forgotten who holds the real power here.”