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[perdre]

Date & Time: Throughout the week? Into the weekend? WHO KNOWS, TIME IS A MYSTERY
Location: ALSO A MYSTERY I suck at this
Characters: Peter Gaudin | perdre and YOU!
Summary: Moping around because he hasn't really had the chance to do much else. He'll be staring at the picture of the man he thought was the love of his life but now thinks is a dirty adulterer if you don't mind!!
Warnings: tba!

[He settles down on concrete, hands in his jacket's pockets, shoulders hunched up and lips pressed uncomfortably. It's as though the day has decided to be chillier than usual, but it could just as easily be Peter's nerves prickling at his skin.

Eventually he removes from his pocket a photograph, the same he showed to the network when he first had the chance - a candid portrait of a Doctor Freddie Grumley, the man who was supposed to be the most important person in the world to him and turned out to be... something else.

He wishes he were here, so he could ask for some kind of explanation. On the other hand, maybe it's just easier to pretend he'll never have to see him again and save the pain. There's no closure in that, though.

Blah.]

Comments

late, i'm sorry!

[gevurah]

[ Kate's persevered through worse injuries. She still walks slight sluggishness, but it's how exhausted her body feels. She hasn't taken medication since she left the infirmary no thanks to her own stubborn nature. But she hates how it dulls the senses, the senses she heavily relies on each day and night. Not that she's been able to get around much on rooftops.

Not wanting to hang around the Hold for long today, she's decided to take a stroll out in the ever disenchanting city of Exsilium when she spots someone up ahead. She can make out a photo in his hands, but not what's in the photo. It looks like a person, but --

As she steps closer, she realizes she may look like she's intruding. ]

Sorry.

no problem!!

[perdre]

[There's quick look over his shoulder, caught unaware, without much alarm in his eyes. His gaze lowers shortly after that, shaking his head softly to put the photograph away.]

It's all right.

[gevurah]

[ She notes how quickly he puts the photograph away, but she also gazes long at him. Something seemed kind of familiar... ]

Have we met?

[ It's his voice. She knows she's spoken to him now over the Network at some point. ]

[perdre]

I don't - I don't think so? [He'd remember someone like her. Her scent. He wipes his hand on his side.] I'm Peter.

[gevurah]

Peter. [ That confirms it for her. ] Kate. We spoke when you had just arrived.

[perdre]

Oh. Oh-! [His brows arch, eyes brighter with recognition,] Yeah - I remember. Hi.

[gevurah]

Am I disturbing something? [ Her face eases into a smile. ]

[perdre]

No, not at all. I was just... thinking. [He scratches his head, not exactly a nervous gesture. Close, maybe.] About home, I guess.

[gevurah]

[ The smile fades slowly. ]

It's hard not to in this place.

[perdre]

Feeling homesick too?

[gevurah]

A little. [ She admits after some hesitation. ] But not too much. My... my cousin arrived with the last batch of new Transports.

[perdre]

Your cousin! [He doesn't mean to sound excited, but he'd welcome some familiar presences, if they ended up here. Though Peter's batch of cousins can mean good and bad news, depending on how they apply their time as wolves.] Do you get along?

[gevurah]

[ She blinks, caught by surprise by his enthusiasm. Not many tend to have that reaction here, usually it's a mix of pity. ]

We do. [ For the most part. ] She was actually living with me back home while she took some time off from school.

[perdre]

I lived with my family for a long time. They really helped me a lot. [He's fond of them, even if the distance has grown between them after a few years of independence.] What was she studying?

[gevurah]

Your parents?

Criminology or law... something. I wasn't too sure, honestly. [ A+ cousin relations here. She shrugs with a light smile. ] She's a tennis pro. I imagine she'll aim for the big leagues someday.

[perdre]

Oh, wow. [That was an impressive combination, received with arched brows and neutral, slightly parted lips. He remained quiet for a moment, forgetting her question.] What about you?

[gevurah]

[ Kate can only shrug -- an action she regrets when she feels her wound stretch and her body whine in retaliation. So it's more of a half-shrug. ]

I don't have a job. My... stepmother's got a company.

[perdre]

Oh-?

[Tell him all about it. Peter finds being nosy is much better than being depressed right now.]

[gevurah]

[ Only Collette's ever been this interested. ]

Hamilton Rifle Company. [ That better still be canon. ] It's a multi-billion dollar business.

[perdre]

I don't think I've ever heard of it.

[His expression pretty much matches those words.]

[gevurah]

It's mostly based in Gotham. I guess my city doesn't exist in your world. It would be in Jersey.

[ But she watches for his reaction anyway. ]

[perdre]

I know Jersey. United States, right?

[gevurah]

That's right. [ She pauses, maybe a touch hopeful for once. ] You got a Metropolis back home, too?

[perdre]

[He presses his lips, thinking for a moment.]

I don't know. I've never been to the States. [he scratches his temple, pausing for a beat.] I live in France. Or - lived.

[gevurah]

You might. [ Depending on whether or not he's still against partaking in the missions. ] We went to Versailles some months back.