Yeah, okay. Maybe.

[no_bodyseesme]

From the poodle

Your Kiss is Green

Your kisses are short and sweet - at least a first. You tend to be a cautious kisser. You don't want to scare anyone off. Once you get to know someone, your kisses are daring... and even wild. No matter what the situation is, you know how to deliver the perfect kiss. Kissing Type: Varied People See Your Kisses as: Skillful You Kiss Best With: A Blue Kisser Stay away from: A Black Kisser

What Color Is Your Kiss?

Comments

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

I think I could use a drink. *Smile* The help might be good, too.

[no_bodyseesme]

Smart man. So, where's a decent pub around here, anyway?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Don't really know. I'm from LA. *Laughs*

[no_bodyseesme]

L.A.? *Laughs* Bit far from home then. Think there's a place near the building we-- where I used to stay. C'mon then.

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Bennet dragged me here. Long story. Gonna be heading home, soon. Once I'm healed a bit more. *Shrugs*

[no_bodyseesme]

You can tell me while we're drinkin'. Healed? How'd you get hurt? *they walk down the sidewalk and he seems to be taking a bit of pleasure at the people who duck out of their way*

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

I tried to shoot a telekenetic. *He snorts softly*

[no_bodyseesme]

*winces* Oh. Lemme guess, turned 'em back on you? You're lucky to be alive, mate. A really practiced telekinetic could kill you without any weapon at all...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

I know. And... well, he was distracted at the time.

[no_bodyseesme]

*eyebrow* I'm gettin' a bad feeling about this... Distracted by...?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Trying to kill Petrelli, I think. My memory's a bit blurred.

[no_bodyseesme]

Bloody hell! *he's hardly blocking at all now, thoughts racing between anger and fear.* //Must've been that bastard Sylar...// He didn't, though, right? He didn't kill Peter?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Sylar. And no, he didn't. I mean, I was out at the time, but from what I heard, the Asian kid stabbed him before that. And the other Petrelli flew him up before he could explode.

[no_bodyseesme]

*doesn't even really register that Matt answered his thoughts* Bloody hell... //Nathan Petrelli actually did something worthwhile?// Then... what the news said, the explosion in the sky. That was Peter?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Thought he was dead for awhile, but he turned up again.

[no_bodyseesme]

OOC: (And it would help if I closed the tag...) whoops! Attack of the confusing storylines! My TM app (still waiting for the approval... *sigh*) has Claude still looking for Peter, since the one in TM is involved in an entirely different RP storyline and all and therefore isn't 'his' Peter. So pardon some confusion while I figure this out... :)

*looks very relieved* He's really not dead?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

((Yeah, I hate it when that happens. *Grins*))

Yeah. At least he wasn't last time I checked.

[no_bodyseesme]

OOC: Think I'm going to go with the storyline with 'my' Peter (even if it will complicate things with a certain HRG...), which just recently got significantly altered thanks to a certain promo. Yay for being Jossed Kringed...

*muttered* Well, then where the bloody hell is he hiding?

Ah -- here we go. *tugs him towards a small and dark doorway* My kinda place -- they've got Guinness on tap.

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

((That works.))

Yeah. Beer sounds good.

[no_bodyseesme]

*grins* Beer solves a lot of problems. Causes some, too, but... *shrugs, then orders a pint of Guinness for himself and whatever Matt wants. Then he leads Matt over to one of the more out of the way tables* Good view of the door here, just in case.

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

That it does. *Matt follows, trying to filter out the thoughts of the more distressed patrons around him. He just doesn't care about them right now.*

[no_bodyseesme]

*frowns* You gonna be okay in here?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, *he says shortly.* I'm fine. *Tiredly rubs an eye, frowning*

[no_bodyseesme]

Okay, you can't lie for shit, either. *drinks some beer* It gets to be too much, tell me. I'm not tryin' to torture you -- now. *grins* Save that for the training.

So, you were gonna tell me about how you hooked up with Bennet...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

*Takes a long swig of his beer* Yeah. So I was in a bar, and there was this weird silence, I mean, mentally, and then I passed out. I woke up two days later at home without any memories of what happened.