no_bodyseesme: (Other)
273 - "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?)

Spoilers for S3 'Fugitives' )

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 183 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Plaude)
247. Write about a mess you've cleaned up.

Bloody hell, look at him. He's gotta be in his mid-twenties, but he's still firmly stuck in rebellious angry teenager mode. A rebellious angry teenager who's gonna blow up the city I've been callin' home for the past few years, unless I can teach him how ta control this ability.

Floppy hair an' floppy clothes, an' cartoon-huge eyes -- and enough power ta destroy the city if he loses control. Why on earth did I go after him? Why didn't I just leave him to his own problems and get my arse outta there when I could?

Somehow I've fallen for those pouty lips an' that crooked mouth, that lithe body, and oh bloody hell that little hitch in his breath when I shoved him against the wall... Bugger all, how'm I gonna fix his mess before all hell breaks loose?

He's learning to fight, can regenerate from a thirty-story fall, an' he's finally startin' to think when he uses his powers... Maybe -- just maybe this might work.

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 167 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Claunet)
237. It's your birthday! If anything were possible, what would be your perfect way to celebrate?

Nothin' really special I'd want for me birthday -- it's just another day I've survived on this planet. Although these days, that's a pretty big accomplishment, so maybe it should be celebrated, yeah?

Right then. Haven't been one for cake an' candles since I was a boy and Dad yelled at Mum for 'wastin' money on the neighborhood brats'. And I'm not one fer a whole bunch of stuff (shut up, Bennet, I can hear ya now, an' I'm not even a mind reader), so I don't need presents.

But 'm not gonna turn me nose up at an offer to buy me a pint or two at one or another fine establishment in the city keeps Guinness on tap. Wouldn't turn down a good steak dinner, either.

A dinner an' drink with me mate -- with no interruptions by our taser-wieldin' buddies. That's a good enough celebration fer me. 'Sides, he owes me seven of 'em so far.

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 158 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
238. Freudian Slip

ooc: set in the past

There's something about the way Thompson watches him these days. It makes him very uncomfortable -- more so than usual around the man, and that's saying something. And it's worse when he's with his partner -- he can almost feel Thompson's eyes boring into the back of his head as he and Bennet discuss their latest bag'n'tag run.

He can't quite work out what's changed -- he racks his brain trying to suss it out, and keeps coming up with nothing. But now he has to be even more cautious about his outside activities, has to keep the Company from realizing what he's actually up to. He plays up his attraction to his partner who responds to his banter in kind, their teasing actually becoming a kind of sweet torture he's willing to undergo to deflect Thompson's attention.

And just when he thinks it's actually working, Thompson calls Bennet into his office for a private meeting. Yeah, that would mean somethin's really wrong, he thinks, going invisible and slipping into the office after his partner. Not wanting to be discovered, he slips into the corner and keeps quiet while Thompson asks, "Bennet, you and your partner spending a lot of quality time together?"

"No more than usual," Bennet answers, and the look on Thompson's face sends a chill through him.

Oh bloody hell, he knows...

"Then perhaps you could tell me what he meant when he told me 'We have plans tonight,' last weekend, when I asked him if he wanted to come to my place?"

It was a stupid bloody slip of the tongue -- one unguarded moment -- but it's too late now. Bennet's look of surprise seals his fate, and now he has to hope he can trust his partner -- his friend -- to handle this fairly...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 295 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
Show us where you live

Show you where I live?

I live at the intersection of Piss off and None of your bloody business!

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 19 -- not enough, but did anyone expect anything else?
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no_bodyseesme: (Other)
228. 3AM

Cut for length and disturbing imagery )

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 508 per WordPerfect
Apologies in advance to [livejournal.com profile] hornrimmed. [livejournal.com profile] thrillothechase, on the other hand, doesn't deserve any.
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no_bodyseesme: (Default)
226. Name three things that you're looking forward to in the near future and why

1. Gettin' Bennet's arse out of the Company's grasp. An' you can take that any way ya want, because I'm pretty sure Thompson's been itchin' to get his hands on it. Bloody bastard just doesn't know when ta stop. 'Course, Bennet could just leave him there -- from what I hear, he's locked up too. Bishop's not one ta let a successful experiment go without a fight. Thompson could end up gettin' turned into a lawn ornament... Anyway, Bennet -- I want him outta there, an' of course Sandra and the kids need him outta there. I'd almost be willing to risk meself to help him break out. Almost. 'm not that crazy yet.

2. The satisfaction of knowin' we screwed them over big when we do get Bennet out of there. 'm not gonna lie and say I'm not lookin' forward to that. They deserve it, after everythin' they've done to me an' mine an' all the other specials out there.

3. Sandra's meatloaf dinner. Think I might have to drop in for a visit -- the woman makes the best damned meatloaf ever, an' she always cooks for an army. 'Course, with Lyle bein' a growin' boy I'm not surprised -- he eats enough for an army all on his own. And besides the food, it'd be good to see Sandra and the kids. I miss 'em.

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 229 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Invisible)
224. Mad

He'd have to be insane to be doing what he was doing. Absolutely barking mad. It really was the only logical explanation for it. And yet, not only was he talking to the man, he was forgiving him for what he'd done. Forgiving him for the incident on the bridge, for the gunshots that had nearly killed him, even for what had happened next.

It hadn't been Bennet's fault, anyway -- that's what he told himself years ago, and he still believed it. Thompson had... issues, and was practiced in keeping his less than appropriate means of dealing with those issues quiet. Bennet probably never even knew. And he'd never told him who he was protecting, anyway, so how could he have known?

And after everything else that had happened over the years; after realizing that he was back on the Company's radar and that Bennet was running from them too, now, how could he turn his back on the man who had once been his best friend? Maybe he wasn't the one who was mad -- matter of fact, he was pretty sure it was the world they were living in that had lost its bloody marbles. They were just along for the ride...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 203 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (nostalgia)
222. Sleeping on the couch

Ain't anythin' wrong with sleeping on the couch, especially not when it's some rich bloke's couch and he has no idea you're there. Bein' the invisible man's got its perks, and slippin' into places unseen is one of 'em. 'Course, findin' out what people are like when they think they're alone is one of those mixed blessings -- sometimes you really just don't wanna know. Sometimes I think I missed me calling -- shoulda got photos and sent 'em to the British tabloids...

All that aside, though, I'd rather be sleepin' on the Bennets' couch. They've got a nice comfy one -- actually almost long enough for me to fit on, too. There were those nights where I'd be over there for one of Sandra's wonderful dinners, an' afterwards I'd get so relaxed I'd start to drift off. Noah would tell me to stay there the night instead of headin' back to that place They gave me to call 'home'. Pretty sure he knew how grateful I was for it, even if I never said it out loud...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 175 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
218. Write about a lie your parents told you.

cut for domestic violence )

Everything's all right.

I promise, it'll get better.

I love you. I'll always be there for you.

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 326 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
Old Acquaintance

ooc: the Peter referred to is [livejournal.com profile] youngerpetrelli

He was starting to get somewhere -- he knew he was. The boy was starting to pick things up, starting to learn control -- and starting to very much get through his defenses. He had sworn to himself he wouldn't do this again -- wouldn't let himself care enough to be vulnerable; to be hurt. It seemed that his heart was determined to ignore every bit of sense in his head.

"But you used to care. About all this. Didn't you?" Peter asked him, and for an unguarded moment he almost let himself answer. He was pretty sure Peter heard the response in his mind but he just couldn't bring himself to voice it yet.

Instead, he said, "All right, sharing time's over. Time to get--" and that's when his world turned upside down. The taser hit him in the neck and the jolt made him scream. He had just enough awareness left to catch a glimpse of the person wielding the weapon, and his heart leapt into his throat. He'd know that man anywhere. His past had finally caught up with him...

The next thing he knew, Peter was throwing him off the bloody building, then catching him and flying away with him. He smiled, a rare moment of pride for his student, then he blacked out. When he woke again, he was in Peter's flat, lying on the couch with the boy's face staring down at him.

Panic took over -- they had found him. The Company had found him. Another few seconds slower, and he would have been in a cage again. It wasn't worth it -- wasn't worth the risk to let himself care for this boy when the Company was nipping at their heels, so close to catching them. Peter just didn't understand -- he knew how ruthless and persistent Bennet could be, hunting someone he'd been tasked to bring in.

His best friend and one-time partner. The man would destroy them all, just to answer to his Company masters. Claude had no choice but to run, and the fact that he was breaking both Peter's and his own heart had no bearing on his decision. Better to live and be able to suffer that pain, than to be dead -- or worse, trapped.

The look on Peter's face as he faded from sight cut him to the bone, but he couldn't allow his old friend to capture him. He knew there was no coming back from that...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 412 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Plaude)
Seduction. Have you ever seduced someone or has someone ever seduced you?

[locked from any Company employees]
He'd already made this mistake once, and he wasn't the type to repeat his mistakes. Once burned, twice shy, and all that. Oh yeah, and some wanker got that 'better to have loved and lost' bit backwards, too.

No, Claude Rains did not fall in love. He especially didn't allow himself to fall for dark-eyed, beautiful dreamers who wanted to save the world and were so naive they were going to be getting their hearts broken every time they turned around. No, he avoided them like the plague. Just like he had avoided human contact and friendship for the past seven years. He didn't need it. He didn't want it. No one was going to get close enough to hurt him again.

So why he'd been in the hallway, hiding Peter from his brother and the geneticist, he had no idea. Why he'd even followed the boy in the first place was a mystery. He'd chased Peter off his roof and told him to go away, and then he found himself following him, watching him; protecting him.

And why he'd brought the boy back to the roof and started training him -- well, obviously, that was to protect the city he'd grown to call home. It didn't mean anything more -- he just didn't want this puppy to lose it and blow everything up.

But that didn't really explain what the hell he was doing when he pushed the boy back indoors and met those dark eyes, and couldn't keep himself from kissing him. It didn't explain what the hell he was doing when he let the boy pull him into the bedroom and pull him down on the bed atop him, or why his hands were sliding over that warm, soft skin. Or why he let himself be coaxed out of his clothes -- finally even his shirt, letting the boy see his scars and even touch and kiss them -- and into that eager, tight heat.

He didn't let himself fall in love or need anyone, and yet somehow he had and he did...
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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 342 per WordPerfect
Any references to Peter Petrelli refer to [livejournal.com profile] youngerpetrelli
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
209 - What are you afraid of?

'm not a coward, by any stretch of the imagination, but there are a lot of things I'm afraid of. Wouldn't've spent the last seven years bein' the Invisible Man if there weren't. Ya wanna call it "enlightened self-interest", "playin' it safe", or even "bein' paranoid" -- doesn't really matter to me, any one of 'em fits.

There are people out there who'd kill me just fer bein' what I am. If not outright kill, then capture, imprison, experiment on... Sooner or later, the people down in the basement cages either end up insane or dyin'. They're the ones who don't get the offer to "work with the Company, we want to help you..." I'm one of the ones got that offer, took 'em up on it an' did their bidding fer nearly eight years, then ran from them when I couldn't take it any more. They're not the types to make that offer twice. They ever catch me again, it's down to the basement an' the labs fer me...

So yeah, when they showed up again while I was with Peter, I ran.

I was scared.

[Locked to those Claude really trusts]
I abandoned him when he needed me the most, an' there isn't a day goes by I don't feel guilty about that. I should've stayed, should've finished teachin' him what I knew, should've told him more about them an' warned him what they would do to someone like him...

Guess it's a sign of how far under me skin the boy got -- 'm even more afraid they'll get their hands on him than I am they'll get me.

'm afraid of how vulnerable I feel, of lettin' myself care this much for someone again. 'm afraid the world's gonna come along and kick my arse, crush my withered old heart just when it's startin' to remember what it feels like to care for someone else again.

I'm afraid he'll never forgive me when I finally find him again...
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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 326 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Claunet)
Talk about a moment in which you wished you had a camera.

Mild Season 2 spoilers )

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 186 words
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no_bodyseesme: (Other)
What do you live for?

Spoilers for Season 2, subject to Kring-ing without notice )

Me? I live fer a warm place ta sleep, a good meal and a pint or two, an' a good footie match on the telly. Doesn't everyone?

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 565 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Running away)
Talk about something you've lost.

Cut for length )

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1416 per Pocket Word, at least half of 'em mine
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no_bodyseesme: (Other)
you've woken up as the opposite sex this morning...now what?

Cut for length )
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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 515 words per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Plaude 2)
If you could have any mutant/super power, which one would it be, and what would you do with it? (If you already have a mutant or super power, what one would you trade it in for?)

Super powers, yeah? Regular comedians, you lot.

There's a bunch of us out there, supposedly got a quirk in our DNA that gives us special abilities. Mutants, specials, there's lots of names for us. Some of us think they're super heroes. Some of us might as well be super villains. And some of us really wanna just live our lives like normal people.

Too bad there's folks out there wanna keep us from doin' that. My own ability? Helps out a helluva lot in tryin' ta at least lead as normal a life as possible. I can turn invisible. Saved me life that way -- actually saved me life a lot of times. I'm not so sure I'd trade this ability for anythin' else out there...

I've seen folks could fly, empaths, telepaths, bloody firestarters; even a modern day King Midas. Honestly wouldn't want any of those abilities -- invisible, ya can get into places, get clothes, food, places ta stay, just about anythin' ya want without really needin' money. Of course, ya need to have a certain mindset to be all right with that, but I've got that mindset. I'm willin' ta do what I need to ta keep meself in one piece. One livin' and breathin' piece.

Although right now? There's one ability I'd trade mine for -- I'd give mine up in a heartbeat ta be able ta know where Peter is -- don't need ta be able to find anyone else, just him. How pathetic am I I'd give up the freedom I've got to find him? Bloody hell, why'd I ever let him in in the first place? Now he's a part of me and I need 'im. I miss him...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 285 per PocketWord
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no_bodyseesme: (Claunet)
What makes someone a hero? What makes someone a villain?

It's all purely point of view, mate.

And no, I'm not talkin' about history bein' written by the winners, although that doesn't hurt. No, what I mean is it all depends on which side of the gun you're on.

Say, for example, you've got a group of people -- organized, well-disciplined bunch with trainin' uniquely suited to what they do. Which is roundin' up -- "baggin' and taggin'" -- specials. Which would be people with a genetic mutation gives them different abilities -- superpowers, if ya like. They catalogue 'em, test 'em, inject 'em with a radioactive isotope so they can track 'em, and then they let them go with their memories of the event scrubbed clean.

Or sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they decide a special's too dangerous ta be out there in the public, an' they lock 'em up. Those folks get the more extensive testing, an' some of 'em are just killed outright, before they can be a threat. Before they lose control and kill a whole bunch of people, either accidentally or on purpose.

All sounds well and good, yeah? Protectin' humanity from a horrible fate.

Except that specials? They're people too. They're just as human as you or me -- especially me, seein' as how I am one.

Sometimes this group of people -- this Company, we'll say -- recruits a special ta work with them. It's usually an offer ya can't refuse. Work fer us and we'll give you milk and cookies, and not lock ya up for the rest of your life. When yer young and scared, ya don't say no to the man in the fancy suit offerin' you yer life.

No, instead you say "Yes, Sir, Mr. Thompson, Sir," and you get teamed up with a partner ta go 'round and bag'n'tag others like you. And you fall for their spiel about protectin' humanity, because you've seen some pretty scary shite in yer day -- people who can force their thoughts on someone until their ears bleed and they die screamin'. People who can't touch anyone because their sweat oozes poison they're immune to, but their entire grammar school class wasn't. People who suck all the water out of a woman by a touch of their hand... Ya believe that you're helpin', because how can someone with no ability defend themselves against somethin' like that?

But what about the ones the Company goes after who are harmless? What about the families broken up, the fear and the pain and the fact that there's nowhere ta hide from them, ever? As ya see more and more of what they really do, ya start to believe that maybe they're not the good guys. They're not the heroes. Even though one of 'em's your best friend in the entire world, and you've saved each other's lives at least half a dozen times in the time you've been partnered.

Comes a point, ya have to make a choice. And you're only human, so ya side with yer own people and protect one of 'em from the people you work for. And that's when you end up on the wrong side of the gun. They've gone from bein' the heroes to bein' the villains, but from their point of view, you've done the same.

Heroes. Villains. It's all shite, mate. All there is are shades of grey, and the sooner ya learn that, the better.

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 562 per WordPerfect
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no_bodyseesme: (Plaude 2)
"The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place." The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Chabon.

There's a lot of things in this world disappear. A lot of people in this world disappear, too. Some of 'em even want to. Like me, for one. I'm good at disappearin' -- you see, I'm invisible.

Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Pull the other one, it's got bells on. Nope, sorry mate, it's true. Now you see me, now you don't. And yeah, the name. Now you get it, right? Hah hah. No, I got my reasons for not wantin' my real name out there. Folks I've worked with've been fine with it -- not that I give a toss about them anymore either.

That's another disappearing act all together. But then, it was kind of necessary, seeing as how they wanted me to disappear from this life and I don't plan to do that for a long while. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's survivin'. Found another way to disappear even when I'm visible, too, hidin' in plain sight. No one wants to see what looks like he might be a crazy homeless guy, so I can wander 'round the city pretty much unfettered. Lived that way for almost seven years, too, goin' from place to place, bein' either really invisible, or just unseen.

And then everything changed. Ya know how you meet someone and y'know they're going to be different; know they're gonna change you and you try ta keep it from happenin' but it does anyway? Yeah. And oh for fuck's sake don't go tossin' around the l-word, it's just-- shut it.

Only problem is, things happened and my past caught up with me. An' I blamed him, then did what I do best. Disappeared. And now I can't help feelin' guilty -- I swear, it's a curse. Should never have-- well, it's too late now, because I did. And I'm worried about him, 'cause now he's disappeared, and I've gotta find him...

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Muse: "Claude Rains"
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 316 per PocketWord
This is Claude's TM application -- figured I'd post it here, and if he gets accepted then I can put it there too. Better than his whole LJ just being memes...
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