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Nathan Petrelli, Heroes;
CHARACTER: Nathan Petrelli.
SETTING: Heroesverse; season three.
TYPE: First-person journal.
WORD COUNT: 225+
My parents are monsters. My brother has a shunt in his head courtesy of my mother, who once again can't do right by him, and everything I thought I knew about these abilities is wrong. How can a person call themselves a parent and do the things my mother did, the things my father did as well? Experimentation on babies, on their own son and God knows who else because they weren't satisfied with what God gave them, they had to be gods themselves.
Pop was my hero, all my life, and I accepted that I was his favorite, took the responsibilities that Pete didn't have because they were all mine, and I pushed myself to be good enough for him. But I wasn't good enough from the beginning of my life. Evolved, but made that way. Synthetic special.
I thought the ability to fly was God's plan for me, to be here to help the world save itself, but who am I now? With these powers that God didn't grant me, can I even define myself in the same class as those who were this way from birth?
Can I even help the world save itself?
Questions I don't have answers for, as even what I'm supposed to believe is God's mouthpiece, that monster in my mind, is silent.
CHARACTER: Nathan Petrelli, mentions of Five Years Gone Peter Petrelli.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; end of season two of Heroes.
TYPE: Third-person RP sample.
WORD COUNT: 900+
Nathan emerged from the bathroom sometime after Peter had fallen asleep. He was far more clean and in a combination of the spare clothing and his own, which would do for right now. As long as he wasn't walking around looking like something out of a horror movie, Nathan was content at the moment, at least as far as clothing went, which would likely be strange to anyone who knew him, as he was almost always well-dressed.
It just didn't matter in the scheme of things right now.
A tired smile touched his face at the sight of Peter asleep on the beds of the hotel room, which he had apparently pushed together before falling asleep. In that act of keeping them close by keeping the beds close was a touch of the small boy Nathan had witnessed in the alley when Peter had fallen apart and Nathan could now understand why that had happened, at least on the surface. He didn't know the details of those future years yet, what had transpired between the two of them to make Peter hold so much guilt, what else in Peter's life had happened – such as the reason for the scar – but what Nathan did know was enough to make him willing to do anything to make Peter happy.
Going to the end of the unoccupied twin bed, he tugged the bedspread off of it and moved back around to Peter's side of the impromptu bed to cover him up. For a minute he stood there, just looking down at his brother, studying this Peter who might not be from his own time, but was no less Peter to him for being so. He couldn't help but notice the changes beyond the scar that served to make Peter look older and hardened, but those changes were lessened in sleep, making him look years younger than he was. Nathan was filled with a fierce need to protect him, thirty-one years old or not, and just as fierce an urge to come face to face with the version himself that had chosen wrong so he could punch him in the face. But he had fought himself once and he knew fixating on wanting to make himself suffer for what had been done was a path right back to the darkest period of his life.
He wouldn't go there again.
Tucking the bedspread in around Peter, he bent and kissed his brother's head lightly, then pushed back his hair off his face before straightening. Nathan had always been a very affectionate person, as well as by nature a 'touchy' person, relying on tactile sense to make connections to people, so he hadn't, other than a period of teenaged 'I'm too cool for this' macho behavior, ever had a problem giving or receiving any manner of affectionate gestures, especially where Peter was concerned. He loved Peter dearly and sometimes, in the past, it had been the only way to show it when words failed.
He left one light on as he circled the room, enough light for either of them to see by in the dark without it being enough to keep either awake, and then pushed the sheets back and climbed into bed. Still not tired enough to sleep, he moved pillows and shifted himself until he could look down at Peter. There he stayed like that for quite some time, watching Peter as though possibly expecting him to vanish.
Perhaps he did expect it, in some ways, as he was only now letting it all sink in without distractions. He had Peter back, the blood and flesh proof that the announcement Peter was still alive hadn't been some dream, and he had it in duplicate. There was another Peter in this city he still needed to find, to face any problems between them and to reassure that Peter that he was loved just as much. It hadn't occurred to Nathan to treat them differently because they were both his brothers and the older Peter was still Peter, even with the changes. It was something like having younger twin brothers, he decided as he tried to normalize the phenomena, just ones who had never met. He couldn't go find the younger Peter now though, as much as he wanted to, as he wouldn't disturb a building of people and, even more, he wouldn't let this Peter wake up and find himself alone.
The events of the day – had it really only been a day? – finally hit him hard after some time there in the quiet and his shoulders shook with the muffling of that reaction as he buried his face in his hands. From the reunion that they hadn't had time to really have, to the flurry of getting the press conference together, to then being shot, brought here and healed by another Peter who bore the scar, if not visibly then certainly emotionally, of the wrong path of an important choice in Nathan's life, to the idea of two members of his family now being four, it had been a time of high emotion – and all in less than twenty-four hours.
Though he controlled those emotions again, just as he always did but this time especially to keep from waking Peter, Nathan still didn't sleep. Soon he would, but he wasn't ready yet.
CHARACTERS: Nathan Petrelli, Five Years Gone Peter Petrelli.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; May 2005 (2008).
TYPE: Thread/log sample.
LINK: Completed log.
NOTE: All bolded characters in thread/log samples are ones I played or NPC'd.
SETTING: Heroesverse; season three.
TYPE: First-person journal.
WORD COUNT: 225+
My parents are monsters. My brother has a shunt in his head courtesy of my mother, who once again can't do right by him, and everything I thought I knew about these abilities is wrong. How can a person call themselves a parent and do the things my mother did, the things my father did as well? Experimentation on babies, on their own son and God knows who else because they weren't satisfied with what God gave them, they had to be gods themselves.
Pop was my hero, all my life, and I accepted that I was his favorite, took the responsibilities that Pete didn't have because they were all mine, and I pushed myself to be good enough for him. But I wasn't good enough from the beginning of my life. Evolved, but made that way. Synthetic special.
I thought the ability to fly was God's plan for me, to be here to help the world save itself, but who am I now? With these powers that God didn't grant me, can I even define myself in the same class as those who were this way from birth?
Can I even help the world save itself?
Questions I don't have answers for, as even what I'm supposed to believe is God's mouthpiece, that monster in my mind, is silent.
CHARACTER: Nathan Petrelli, mentions of Five Years Gone Peter Petrelli.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; end of season two of Heroes.
TYPE: Third-person RP sample.
WORD COUNT: 900+
Nathan emerged from the bathroom sometime after Peter had fallen asleep. He was far more clean and in a combination of the spare clothing and his own, which would do for right now. As long as he wasn't walking around looking like something out of a horror movie, Nathan was content at the moment, at least as far as clothing went, which would likely be strange to anyone who knew him, as he was almost always well-dressed.
It just didn't matter in the scheme of things right now.
A tired smile touched his face at the sight of Peter asleep on the beds of the hotel room, which he had apparently pushed together before falling asleep. In that act of keeping them close by keeping the beds close was a touch of the small boy Nathan had witnessed in the alley when Peter had fallen apart and Nathan could now understand why that had happened, at least on the surface. He didn't know the details of those future years yet, what had transpired between the two of them to make Peter hold so much guilt, what else in Peter's life had happened – such as the reason for the scar – but what Nathan did know was enough to make him willing to do anything to make Peter happy.
Going to the end of the unoccupied twin bed, he tugged the bedspread off of it and moved back around to Peter's side of the impromptu bed to cover him up. For a minute he stood there, just looking down at his brother, studying this Peter who might not be from his own time, but was no less Peter to him for being so. He couldn't help but notice the changes beyond the scar that served to make Peter look older and hardened, but those changes were lessened in sleep, making him look years younger than he was. Nathan was filled with a fierce need to protect him, thirty-one years old or not, and just as fierce an urge to come face to face with the version himself that had chosen wrong so he could punch him in the face. But he had fought himself once and he knew fixating on wanting to make himself suffer for what had been done was a path right back to the darkest period of his life.
He wouldn't go there again.
Tucking the bedspread in around Peter, he bent and kissed his brother's head lightly, then pushed back his hair off his face before straightening. Nathan had always been a very affectionate person, as well as by nature a 'touchy' person, relying on tactile sense to make connections to people, so he hadn't, other than a period of teenaged 'I'm too cool for this' macho behavior, ever had a problem giving or receiving any manner of affectionate gestures, especially where Peter was concerned. He loved Peter dearly and sometimes, in the past, it had been the only way to show it when words failed.
He left one light on as he circled the room, enough light for either of them to see by in the dark without it being enough to keep either awake, and then pushed the sheets back and climbed into bed. Still not tired enough to sleep, he moved pillows and shifted himself until he could look down at Peter. There he stayed like that for quite some time, watching Peter as though possibly expecting him to vanish.
Perhaps he did expect it, in some ways, as he was only now letting it all sink in without distractions. He had Peter back, the blood and flesh proof that the announcement Peter was still alive hadn't been some dream, and he had it in duplicate. There was another Peter in this city he still needed to find, to face any problems between them and to reassure that Peter that he was loved just as much. It hadn't occurred to Nathan to treat them differently because they were both his brothers and the older Peter was still Peter, even with the changes. It was something like having younger twin brothers, he decided as he tried to normalize the phenomena, just ones who had never met. He couldn't go find the younger Peter now though, as much as he wanted to, as he wouldn't disturb a building of people and, even more, he wouldn't let this Peter wake up and find himself alone.
The events of the day – had it really only been a day? – finally hit him hard after some time there in the quiet and his shoulders shook with the muffling of that reaction as he buried his face in his hands. From the reunion that they hadn't had time to really have, to the flurry of getting the press conference together, to then being shot, brought here and healed by another Peter who bore the scar, if not visibly then certainly emotionally, of the wrong path of an important choice in Nathan's life, to the idea of two members of his family now being four, it had been a time of high emotion – and all in less than twenty-four hours.
Though he controlled those emotions again, just as he always did but this time especially to keep from waking Peter, Nathan still didn't sleep. Soon he would, but he wasn't ready yet.
CHARACTERS: Nathan Petrelli, Five Years Gone Peter Petrelli.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; May 2005 (2008).
TYPE: Thread/log sample.
LINK: Completed log.
NOTE: All bolded characters in thread/log samples are ones I played or NPC'd.