Put on your cape

Don't call me a hero. I'm just Peter Petrelli. [RP account associated with Heroes RPG]

[felix-shaw-blog]

Felix knows she should probably be more careful in a lab full of dangerous chemicals, but sometimes she isn’t and that’s why she keeps extra clothes there. She had just gotten some chemical on one of her favorite shirts and was tugging it off. She hears footsteps coming toward the lab, but is unfazed. “Tell me who you are because I can’t turn around to look right now.” 

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

Break time and light work loads means extra time to visit the friends. ( One of the little joys of Peter’s day. ) Since he hasn’t seen Richard in a while, he decides to make a stop at the labs. The light tone of a voice takes him by surprise. He stands by the doorway and cranes his neck inwards to take a look. A hand flies up to cover his eyes almost right away as he takes quick steps back. “Uh, sorry!” He calls out. “It’s Peter. I didn’t know the lab was... Occupied like this.”

[moria-ayres]

“Oh, actually yes–But with the amount of people here I do require a few breaks here and there.” Her ability would always go into overdrive when she was around crowded places like this. “And you could never be a bother to me, Nami. I always enjoy your company.” She chuckles a little at Peter’s comment. “I suppose I am a bit young in my appearence. Though, my work is relatively insignificant compared to Nami’s. I’m merely Mr. Dexters personal assistant.”

[ticktocknami-blog]

Nami shakes her head furiously from side to side, and follows it with a small raspberry noise. “It doesn’t sound glamorous but it’s still a big position!” She smiles up at Moria. “I enjoy your company too.”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

Peter blinks blankly a few times. “W-wow.” He’s speechless and is desperately mentally grabbing at straws in trying to find a proper response. “Nami’s right. That’s a really, really impressive position. You must be very good at what you do.”

[moria-ayres]

She gapes at Peter for a moment before composing herself quickly. “Y-Yes I know who you are, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Despite his friendly expression Moria couldn’t help but feel nervous in his presence, for various reasons. “Well um, a-actually as an employee I’m required to be here..”

[ticktocknami-blog]

Nami gives Moria a big reassuring nod. “Mandatory attendance or not, Moria here is still one of the hardest workers I know! Are you working right now though? I don’t wanna be bothering you.”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

“Wow,” Peter can’t help but show his surprise. “You just looked so young I didn’t even think you were one of the workers. --But then again Nami here is one of our best employees. What do you do in Nexus?”

[moria-ayres]

Moria’s attention it caught by the sound of Nami’s voice, drawing a smile out of her. “Nami!“ She gives a little wave in her direction, recognizing a vaguely familiar face trailing behind her as she approaches them.

[ticktocknami-blog]

Nami wraps her arms around Moria almost instantaneously when Moria came within hugging distance. “It’s so good to see you here. I thought I was gonna have to look everywhere for you.” She frowns a little to show Moria how just the thought of that made her upset. “Oh, Moria. This is my ‘uncle’ Peter Petrelli. Uncle Peter, this is my very very good friend Moria.”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

“Hey there, Moria.” He’d shake her hand but Nami already has the girl in a death grip of a hug. Instead he settles for a small wave and a friendly grin. “Are you here for kicks or are you a big science fan as well?” 

[ticktocknami-blog]

“–Ah. Uncle Peter. Uncle Peter, look I think I see my friend there! I wanna introduce you to her!” Nami cups her hands around her mouth and calls out for her friend. “Moria!”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

“Nami, don’t-- Inside voice, Nami. It’s a bit more packed here than I imagined but we could’ve walked over to her.”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

headcanon

Many people from PR told Peter he should have a Twitter to help with his public image and likability so he reluctantly got one. Though it’s really funny because @PeterPetrelli was taken so he’s stuck with @Peter_Petrelli. He tweets on every holiday and sometimes those fake deep inspirational motivation quotes. Everything else are retweets of PROTECT’s stuff or other co-workers (especially johanna--maxwell‘s tweets) and post-human related news.

[babybirdofthesea]

We Are Our Own Dragons | Marina & Peter

[babybirdofthesea]

“The Rogue– they don’t like deserters.” She felt her eyelids tingle like twinkling stars, and forced it to stop. She would not cry. If she cried, she would tell, and if she told, she’d be dead as soon as the Rogue found out– and then Peter would probably be next. And if not Peter, if they were as smart as she knew they were, they’d go after someone he loved. Peter had a lot more to lose than she did, and she simply couldn’t bare the idea of causing someone that kind of pain.

 “I can’t– imagine what they’ll do to me when they finally find me. I just, I know I won’t be able to watch my back all of the time. I’m not– grounded enough, never have been, and they know that. I just need to know someone’ll come look for me when they do get their hands on me.”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

He sighed. This was a familiar tale by now. With these types of things, it was easy to join but hard to make a clean break. Both Nexus and the Rogues had too much info in wraps to let out to the public. “You’re still so young. You really shouldn’t have to feel like someone’s constantly out to get you when you should be focusing on things like your music and education instead.” He turned his body to face her and show that she had his full attention.

“Here’s what I can offer you. If you agree to go into our Witness Security program, we can do our best to protect you. The only thing you’d have to do is agree to answer some questions we might have concerning the Rogues. I swear you can opt out any of them if they get too personal, but we really do need to know as much about them as we can in order to prevent this from happening to anybody else.” 

[babybirdofthesea]

We Are Our Own Dragons | Marina & Peter

[babybirdofthesea]

Marina answered with a smile, not having the words to respond properly. She fingered the edge of her dress nervously, as she stood there, not sure if she should sit down, or wait for him to do so. It was her house, though. He was probably waiting for her to sit down, right? That’s how it worked didn’t it? She couldn’t very well ask him, but oh, what if he was waiting on her? How awkward would that be?

She let go with the bottom of her dress, and shrugged. “It’s for– well, it’s not for it, but I’m using it for my audition to Juilliard. Well, not exactly Juilliard. A representative, since auditions are over, but they found me and–” She shrugged as to indicate that they thought exactly what he thought, although she was quite shy about it. “Sort of. I haven’t– performed in a while. Not since…” Now she needed to sit down.

She let herself drop slowly onto the couch, hands tucked between her thighs as she looks down at the floor, waiting for Peter to say what he really came here to tell her. 

Although she did internally laugh at that comment: Bieber kid. It almost relieved her of some of that tension she held in her shoulders so tightly.

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

The way she stood looked really stiff. He felt the need to tell her to take a seat but he quickly remembered he was the guest. He intended to continue standing with her and talk about her music until her guards eased down, but the atmosphere shifted in the opposite direction. 

“I wish you luck with your audition. You’ll nail it,” he wrapped up their conversation and ignored the latter part since it obviously caused her discomfort. He lowered himself slowly onto the couch as well, following her lead. “So I was told that you needed help. You know files and word of mouth can only tell you so much. I like hearing things from the source myself.”

He paid close attention to his own body language in order to not indirectly give her more reason to be stressed out. He kept a smile on his face and the rest of him relaxed. “You can tell me as little or as much as you want. Just know that the more descriptive you are with your situation and what you need from me and PROTECT, the easier it is for us to help you.”

[miriam--weinbaum]

@Peter

Diana usually leans in the doorframe after knocking on someone’s door, but today she is too proud of her attempt at baking that she is carrying, and getting to hand over the cake that is still wrapped in aluminum foil actually has her rocking back and forth slightly on her feet. She only got back from her holidays yesterday and the jet lag is rearing its head, but at the same time the latter is tingling too much with impressions for that to impact Diana much at the moment. She’s always liked to go to Romania for Easter, but it’s different to do so when you get to participate fully in the Saturday service. When you get to have Easter coffee with your aunt who still might just hate you, but maybe a little less than last year. And having something to return to on top of that still seems too good to be true, and she’s aware that that’s not because she’s just such a brilliant person. It’s largely because Peter let her. And she’s been too distracted during the first trip to fully acknowledge that. After she knocks, Diana bears a smile of anticipation on her face, cradling her wrapped cozonac: “I brought you something from home. Do you have a moment or should I drop by later?”

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

Peter’s hands clenched up at the sound of the knock. He knew the knock was too slow and light to signal any real danger. By this time he picked up on the front desk secretary’s habit of either pounding on the door like she put her whole weight into it or rapidly knocking like she unloaded assault rifle. This was nicer though, and more pleasant. “Come on in!” He waved his hand in an inward-circular motion to tell her to come inside. “What have you got there?” He couldn’t stop the stupid grin on his face from growing even more. Sure, it was great to see a familiar face again, but when that face brought food he ejected from his seat ASAP. “Let me help you carry all of that. Wow, are you here to rub these things in my face or are we about to have an impromptu lunch? I’m joking by the way.” He maneuvered around his desk and over to her, holding his hands out and waiting for her to hand off whatever she could bear to part with. 

[babybirdofthesea]

We Are Our Own Dragons | Marina & Peter

[babybirdofthesea]

The young girl’s cheeks brightened at the compliment, her eyes falling downwards. “Thanks. It’s– not finished yet.” She admitted, “there’s something missing.” She spoke sadly. There was no ending, and it put her on edge how she advanced so slowly in the composition of the end. She’d written tons of things before. Tons and tons, with endings and all, but this was her most personal piece yet, and she couldn’t even finish it. She needed it to present to Juilliard, and it wasn’t finished!

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Her eyes turned back to his face after he’d asked to come in, mentally taking note of the change of tone that came with it. She hugged the door as she opened it wider, gesturing with a shy nod of her head for him to come in. It was a mess, she realized. Papers scattered around the floor –rolled up into furious balls, or sheets with music that would work for anything else but this. “Sorry for the mess. Do you want anything?” She asked to be polite, but silently hoped that he wouldn’t want anything. Since she didn’t have anything she could give him.

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

He eyeballed all the scraps of paper on the floor and chuckled. That was exactly how his floor looked prior to Claire moving in. Argh, his mind was jumping from one person to the next when Marina deserved his full attention. “Ah, nothing for me. Thanks. Don’t wanna inconvenience you. Don’t even worry about the ‘mess.’ I feel at home, honestly.” If her apartment was truly like his, she probably only had water to offer and he remembered with vivacity how embarrassing it was to offer his guests water in a coffee mug because he didn’t have anything else to give out. 

“You wrote that yourself?” His eyes widened with intrigue. “That’s amazing. With that kind of talent, I hope you get discovered or somethin’. I mean that Bieber kid got signed via YouTube so who knows?” Making small was something he usually excelled at to make other people relax before they discussed more serious matters, but he didn’t count on making himself sound like an old fart. Bieber kid... C’mon, Petrelli. “Do you ever perform your songs or anythin’ like that?”

[babybirdofthesea]

We Are Our Own Dragons | Marina & Peter

Marina’s bowstring danced on the strings of the violin in a flurry of motions. It was chaotic, but it was an intentional,  beautiful chaos. It was filled with blood and blonde hair. With a sadness one could only hear on the highest of notes, and pain on the lowest. The strings whispered the story it’s composer wrote. It had it’s musician in tears, but no matter, the musician went on, because stories could not go unfinished. 

Marina hummed over the strings, almost as if it was going against the violin’s melody. But it fit, somehow. It wasn’t one story anymore, but two. Although to whom the second one belonged two, no one other than the violinist knew. 

She had delved so far deep into her own heart, that she missed the first few knocks on her door. Her mind resurfaced slightly as if she was asleep and she stirred at the noise around her, but her hands kept moving, and her vocal chords kept vibrating. It reverberated in the back of her head, like a false note resonated so much louder to the musician who had caused it.

The redhead didn’t open her eyes to the sound that was now simply an echo, one that wasn’t coming again–

until it did.

Marina didn’t want to let go. Wanted to be stuck in this music forever, just like she had wanted to be stuck in her stupid, stupid beliefs that maybe she could save her sister. That maybe she wasn’t really dead because she hadn’t gotten to go to her sister’s funeral. Her sister had died in her arms, and she was never coming back.

The violinist ended the song abruptly on an accidental sour note as she let go of the strings and posed the instrument on the kitchen table. She opened the door slowly, a hand in front of her face rested on the side of the door as she popped her head through the space between the door and the wall, and looked up at the dark haired man.

“Oh. Hi Peter.” 

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

It took him a while to internalize that the music had stopped. It took him even longer to realize that the music reminded him of some one from his past. The sound was at a higher pitch than he remembered and the girl in front of him had red hair instead of blonde. The stark differences snapped him out of his little daze. The blank expression was replaced by a brighter one. “Hey, Marina,” he waved with his head tilted to see her through the small door opening. Handshakes were too formal for them now. Waves were casual. Friendly. Perfect for them since they were barely acquaintances.

“Were you just playing a song off a record?” Peter laughed at himself, acknowledging that the subtle compliment was a little too much. “Ah ,sorry. I know it was you singing-- And playing too, right? It was really good. I was getting lost in the song just from listening to it through the door.” Deja Vu aside, he had an appreciation for live music. If only he was a director of a record label instead. He would definitely find a place for Marina where she could display her talent.

Yet the reality of the situation was less glamorous and rose-colored. Every thing he did had strong implications and he had to take everything as serious as he could. It saddened him that he would have to take such a tone with someone who looked as young as Marina did. “Can I come in?”

[succubarefemina]

"The guy who rescued me from my drunken stupor? Seems you’re always coming to my rescue, huh? I would adore some help, if you don’t mind of course?"

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

"Ah, that would definitely be me. I wouldn't really say rescue. Assistance is more like it."

"Does this mean you're back for good or are you just on an extended visit here?"

[ventimigrillo]

peter petrelli + text posts

[succubarefemina]

"It almost seems like I never left…"

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

"... --Hey. It's Peter. It's been so long I don't blame you if you don't remember me-- I didn't even know you left. Do you need a hand with those?"

[fireunderskin-deactivated201705]

"Big surprise, something they’re doing doesn’t sit right with everyone."

"Well…that might be true for all of us in this, but when you’re actively trying to suppress people, something’s gotta give. Didn’t they learn that the ‘one of us, one of them’ mentality wasn’t a good way to go about things? Drawing divisions between people does a lot more damage than separation."

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

"You're right. Things never will get better as long as people keep seeing things in terms of us vs. them."

"What are the chances that their little bracelet thingy-ma-jig has a laser inside? Maybe it's a pocket ability disrupter. I have no idea what to expect from them at this point."

[fireunderskin-deactivated201705]

"Damn. I can’t find any information on this…"

"Sorry to bother you, but have you heard any updates about a press conference from Nexus?"

[protectorpetrelli-blog]

"You too, huh?"

"I can't help but wonder what they're up to this time. Somethin' doesn't sit right with me."

[fictional-history]

(Source)

Name: Peter Petrelli Birthdate: December 23, 1979 Sun Sign: Capricorn, the Sea Goat Animal Sign: Earth Goat