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

[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.

[no_bodyseesme]

*grimaces, drinks more beer* Two little cuts on the back of your neck, right about here? *indicates where the marks are, then nods* Yeah. Bag'n'tag. Must've decided ya weren't a threat. *frowns* Probably a good thing Thompson wasn't there.

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so later I'm on special assignment in Texas, helping the FBI. Agent Hanson figured out my powers, so she brought me in to help her find Sylar. He'd attacked and killed a girl, thinking she was Claire. Peter saved her, and that's where I met him. But when Hanson was questioning Bennet and Claire, I felt that weird silence thing again. So I started checking him out.

[no_bodyseesme]

FBI, eh? *grins, drinks more beer, then grumbles* Bloody Sylar... So, the silence thing, that was Bennet's new partner, right? Didn't exactly get the best look at him before they tazered me...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That damned Haitian. Anyway, we staked out the paper factory until I managed to dig Sylar's name out of his mind. Then we raided the place and found nothing. *Sighs*

[no_bodyseesme]

*nods, finishes his beer and signals for another* Yeah, always did keep the front up really well...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so I got my badge suspened and went home. *Downs the rest of his beer*

[no_bodyseesme]

That sucks, mate. *motions at the empty glass* Want another?

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

Hell yes. *Wry smile* Anyway, eventually Ted got in touch with me, because this Israeli chick with her mind connected to the internet or something pegged Bennet with some more shit, so he and I broke into Bennet's house to get some answers.

[no_bodyseesme]

*gets Matt another beer, then grins* Ya broke into his house? *chuckles* That's rich -- didn't he even have an alarm? Oh, I'm gonna have to twit him on that later...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

*Grins slightly* Well, Ted melted the doorknob. I don't know about alarms. Anyway, Ted was a bit... hard to control, and I wound up shooting Claire. *Takes a big swig of beer*

[no_bodyseesme]

*is very impressed by his ability to NOT spit beer all over Matt* You what? *Eyes go wide and he glances around to make sure he hasn't attracted too much attention, then quieter,* You shot Claire? Mate, you're lucky you're still alive, not buried in some ditch somewhere. Must've been dire for things ta go that far...

[teleparkman.livejournal.com]

*Shrugs defensively* She told me to. So did Bennet. Ted was going to shoot Sandra. And Claire wouldn't be hurt.

[no_bodyseesme]

*winces* Yeah, that qualifies as dire. Bloody hell...