| Appearences by: | Elle, Peter, and Niki/Jessica |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | November 3, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Not finished.
Elle: "Cool thanks!" Elle had just taken her bag of Christian Louboutin shoes from off of the counter and walked out of the store. Before going back to see her father she needed to wear something decent. The old stuff she'd been sporti
Elle: -ng from Vegas certainly wouldn't do it. The woman at the counter had been talking something about online receipts, email, and some other stuff she didn't really understand. No point in sitting there listening to that crap. It wa
Elle: -s about mid day now meaning the sun should be getting ready to set in a few hours. She was kind of late, but that couldn't have been helped. Everything had been going according to plan so far, all she needed to do was speak to he
Elle: -r father about her stolen memories and hopefully get her job back. Life away from the Company though fun at first got extremely boring after a while. She was close to her breaking point.::
Niki/Jessica: Linderman had been scarce with information in this one. Damn old man..probably getting confused with his information, anyway, but whatever. As long as she was shaving payment off, it didn't really matter then, did it? The blonde
Niki/Jessica: adjusted her sunglasses as she strolled down the street, looking like your average New Yorker with somewhere to be. Little did they know that she was from the other side of the country, but, just like them, she still had somewhere
Niki/Jessica: to be..not to mention someone to kill. A gun was nestled carefully on the inside pocket of her jacket, safety on, of course. No need for any mistakes. Niki wouldn't be pleased if she returned her body full of holes, now would
Niki/Jessica: she? Silly girl.
Peter: Adjusting the flaps of his black coat, Peter's fingers buttoned until they reached the cut off, and he pushed his hands down into the depths of his coat pockets. The wind was a bit on the chilly side, with the breeze coming in off
Peter: the water. Dark strands were kept short and trimmed just below his ears, with that same usual tuft sliding precariously across his forehead, threatening to drift into his right eye. Peter had a lot on his mind, and the walk through
Peter: town was helping him make the right decision. Since his confrontation with his mother, refraining from telling him anything remotely important as to who and what the Company represented, and why Nathan was taken. Her own sons,
Peter: thrown in the middle of it, he just didn't understand it; he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He put his trust in Elle, he should've known better. He always seemed to put his trust in the wrong person, and this time it really bit
Peter: him in the ass. In order to find more about the company, he had to get in somehow, he had to understand how it worked and operated. While Elle was the only probable chance, the opportunity was spent. He needed a different way, and
Peter: he needed one soon.
Elle: ::Silver stilettos continued to click loudly against the pavement as she maneuvered her way through the ground of people that was crossing the street at exactly the same time as her. God she hated being around this many people all
Elle: at once, what if one of them were watchng her? Plotting ways to take her out or something. You could never be too sure with the people. In any case she really needed to make up for lost time. Who'd think finding one outfit would
Elle: take so long. Then again there was the slusho or three she just needed to have to calm her nerves. And that's when she saw the person she didn't think she'd see ever again. Peter Petrelli. "Crap…" Turn around or keep walking?
Elle: Turn around or keep walking, keep walking or turn around? Why was something so simple so complicated, and did he see her yet? Hopefully not. "I think I'm going to turn around…" Doing so she bumped into a woman wearing sunglasse
Elle: -s. She got a strange feeling from her. "Watch it! Damn! Everybody in this lame ass city is always bumping into me."
Niki/Jessica: There she was, minding her own business, when who should come strolling along but Mister Petrelli himself. Lips curved into a devilish smirk-'That's my boy,' Who would've thought she'd find her target so easily? Jessica had spent a
Niki/Jessica: fair amount of time memorizing that face of his, and now it was headed this way. An assassination was far too troublesome to do in public, so she'd have to follow until things got a bit calmer…or to the point where she could get a
Niki/Jessica: away with it. It was strangely convenient, though, how this was go- "What the—" Words flowed from her mouth as a petite blonde idiot decided to turn and bump right into her, "Watch yourself," She retorted, her voice cold and
Niki/Jessica: unusually powerful despite her lithe frame, "you might just get yourself hurt if you keep that up." It would be so easy to just reach out and snap her neck, but that would draw attention, wouldn't it? In the little bicker session,
Niki/Jessica: she was incredibly displeased to find she'd lost track of Peter. Her glasses had slid down enough to send the younger girl a glare, so she did so, heels clicking as she moved away to relocate her quarry.
Peter: There it was that inkling, that knowing something or someone was nearby. Peter Petrelli stopped dead in the sea of people on the crowded walkways, and searched the faces, one by one, to catch a glimpse of what might have sent that
Peter: riveting chill down his spine. He straightened his posture, shoulders back and head high, and it was as if he should know, but just couldn't place it. Then a shrill voice broke the crowds, washed in a sea of voices, but this one he
Peter: recognized all too well. "Elle." He said, whispering the name to himself. He dreaded to see her, dreaded to walk the same path, He listened calmly, attempting to pinpoint the location he had heard the voice, and calculated it
Peter: minutely by turning promptly around on the heel of his feet. Peter wasn't the tallest person around, but tall enough to see over the tops of other people's heads, and over near the intersection where crowds were ambling across the
Peter: road, that familiar physique, no matter how petite, he would always be able to locate her. Tonight was not an exception. Elle seemed to have gotten the same idea, by turning around and running into a taller woman behind her. For the
Peter: time being, the unknown woman in the dark glasses had her attention, and not the kind of attention one wished to have when it came to the electric-firefly. Peter wanted nothing to do with her, even as he had those conflicted
Peter: thoughts of reasons moments prior, but he wasn't ready; he wasn't ready to succumb to the shorter woman in efforts to learn more and bribe the answers from her lips; the deepest, darkest secrets of the Company. Peter ducked away,
Peter: blending with general ease into the crowd. He failed to follow the rest of the New York City folk and instead turned down an alleyway, quickening his step to a more brisk pace.
Elle: ::Get herself hurt? "Dare to dream. You kn- Tracy?" That's why that she seemed so familiar. "If it isn't Ms. Ice Bitch," and then the woman began to walk off. "That's what I thought!" Elle didn't have time for this. She stil
Elle: -l needed to avoid Peter somehow and get back to the Company. Which way did he run off to? As a matter of fact which way had she come from? She desperately needed to get out a bit more. Turning around she decided to take
Elle: another route the one opposite who she thought was Tracy. Never a moments peace. Seems like everyone just crawled from the gutters to have a little reunion with her. Elle was itching for some excitement now, the need to kill and
Elle: torture a little overwhelming. Perhaps there was a willing victim somewhere near by.::
Niki/Jessica: She flinched at the sound of that name. Tracy. That was the name of the mirror image that'd come to visit that one day..she'd dealt with her quickly enough, but how did she know her? She paused, though, turning to flash her a
Niki/Jessica: famous Larter smile, "Tracy..she's actually my sister. I'm not quite as cold as she is. Small world, though, huh? Sorry, it sounds like she gave you a bad time." Niki wouldn't be pleased with her, using her nice formalities to get
Niki/Jessica: someone off her trail like that. "But, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I've got to be. If you see her, tell Jessica she says 'hi'." Poor politician. She wouldn't even know who Jessica was, or care, probably. Didn't matter.
Niki/Jessica: Just had to get away from this blonde bitch to track down the senator's brother…then she'd find a nice home for a few bullets.
Peter: As Peter stepped quickly down the side corridor, reaching the opposite end, he paused in thought. Should he go after her, should he go back and get a hold of her. She had answers to his insurmontable questions. Peter became pensive,
Peter: furrowing brow with a seriousness that could only be found in the Petrelli family lineage. The crease in the brow, that knowing of letting something good when it could provide the subtle bit of information he sought — he turned,
Peter: staring down the length of the hallway he had come. "Damn it, Pete," he muttered, shaking his head to himself. What in the world was he thinking. This was not a good idea. It was the same as selling himself to the Company. All she
Peter: needed was for him to be off his guard, and he'll be taken in there like a guinea pig, just like his brother. Nathan had been subjected to it, and despite what his mother claimed that he and the rest of the family were safe, he
Peter: doubted it. So, in spite of the reprecussions that might likely follow, how does one gain the attention of another without startling the rest of the human race. He turned back around, glancing one way than the other. He lulled back
Peter: his head, staring up at the picture perfect blue of the sky. His eyes flicked around to see no one else was present, before his feet left the ground, and he flew up toward one of the nearest roof.
Elle: ::Well wasn't this interesting. "Her sister?" Having another Tracy running around wasn't what she had in mind, but this version of her was a tad bit more likable. Didn't scream as much. "Yeah she was a real bitch… I'll tell he
Elle: -r I saw you." Not likely, but if in fact she did cross paths with Tracy the girl was definitely getting a beat down. Why? No one knew. Let's just say that Elle's dislike for the woman ran deep. How deep? Not very, but she put
Elle: her on this wild goose chase through Central Park which inevitably led to her getting no where. The woman was the biggest false alarm in the history of false alarms. Nearly fried her too. That was over now though, time to move on
Elle: . She went back in the original direction she was heading before trying to find some place to get a slusho or something. Or maybe she should do that thing Claire mentioned once and get a smoothie. She hadn't had very man of the t
Elle: -hings maybe it'll be good. Looks like someone was heading over to Jamba Juice.::
Niki/Jessica: And just like that, she was off her trail. Small world..VERY small. It irked her that she'd known about Tracy, but then again, the woman had ties in N.Y., didn't she? For such a large place, it was very connected. Still..shaking her
Niki/Jessica: head, she frowned, and realized she still had a job to do. Shit. He was gone. She'd have to go back to tracking him..but at least she knew he was nearby. That pretty smile shifted easily enough into a blank look as she moved ahead
Niki/Jessica: with her plan. The connections may have been there, but the location itself was still huge. She didn't like the idea of letting him get away, but at the same time, she supposed it didn't matter. After all, he'd have to return to
Niki/Jessica: that sorry excuse for an apartment sooner or later. She'd seen it already, of course. Scoped it out. Perfect place for a quick murder.
Peter: Checking to ensure the coast was clear, Peter landed on the building across from the one he fled to, he needed catch a glimpse of Elle, if she was still where he last saw her. Both feet touched down on the ground, he knelt beside
Peter: the ledge, peering over and down toward the streets, glancing at the section he had last seen the fiery blond. Sure enough, the younger Petrelli brother had found his target hadn't wandered off like he had supposed. She stuck around
Peter: which was quite uncharacteristic for Elle. The taller woman still had her focus, they were talking lightly, both women seemingly annoyed with one another. Coincidences, nowadays, no such thing. Everything happened for a reason, and
Peter: every reason had a purpose. Elle running into a woman, stopping long enough to chitchat, prolonged the empath's curiosity in wondering what she was up to now. The other woman, hiding behind thick black shades nestled on the bridge
Peter: of her nose, grasped his attention entirely. From what he denoted, the woman had long blond hair. Anything else, he was too far away to distinguish. He lowered himself more, keeping his eyes trained and at level with the roof's
Peter: ledge, Elle started walking one way and the woman the other. The woman had a calm, collective kind of motion. She moved her head, as if looking for something, and in a crowd that size one face became a sea of many. Peter flicked
Peter: blue eyes further across the street to Elle. She seemed to have distracted herself long enough to wander inside Jamba Juice. Perfect. That might just be the outlet he was looking for. He hadn't forgotten about the taller blond, the
Peter: mystery lady with the black shades. He didn't trust her, instincts were one edge as she neared where he had been on the sidewalk. Peter watched the Jamba Juice, backing away form the ledge of the roof. Too many people around to
Peter: witness a flying man, he couldn't risk it. The only way around this, was walking. A deep exhale, the empath turned and started across the roof, approaching a fire escape, he started making his way down to the ground below.
Elle: ::Tracy really distracted her back there. Elle needed to get her priorities in check. She didn't have time for some delusional psycho bitch trying to play pretend there were more important tasks at hand. For one this smoothie or
Elle: whatever. What was she suppose to get anyways. "Miss, can I help you?" "Huh-wha? Oh yeah, yeah…" Stepping forward eyes glanced upwards at the window. "Oooh chocolate! Give me the chocolate moo'd please!" The cashier nodded p
Elle: -unching in the order. Pulling a stolen credit card out of her pocket she handed it over. Didn't people ask for ID and shit anymore? Dumbasses. The man swiped the card and handed it back to her before going to fetch her drink.
Elle: This shit had better not be nasty either. The man handed it to her and she took a sip. "Oh wow! This really is good!" Stay here to drink it or go? Gabriel was waiting on her, so maybe she should go, but it was just so good what
Elle: if she wanted another? Stay it is. Time to find a table.::
Niki/Jessica: And she said Claire had bad taste. Moving across the street, Jessica found herself pausing at a reflective looking window. She looked assured, even with the sunglasses hiding half her face. But suddenly, the expression shifted, and
Niki/Jessica: the woman in the mirror looked worried, fretful, and maybe even a little angry. The one looking at the reflection grinned, even daring to wiggle her fingers even with people around, able to watch. In turn, Jessica was treated with a
Niki/Jessica: sudden headrush that made her gasp and lean toward the building. "Little..bitch.." She muttered, still grinning. So, Niki had a bit of fight in her after all? But it didn't matter. She was NOT about to ruin this assignment.
Niki/Jessica: Stumbling a bit, she moved faster, slipping into said building and locating the bathroom. She had no idea what the place was, and quite frankly, didn't care. Right now she had some problems to solve. "Niki..darling.." she murmured
Niki/Jessica: at the mirror with a slightly pained and irriated expression, "It's for your own good. Think of yourself. Think of Micah." "No!" Snapped the blonde staring back at her. She had the same appearance, only far more innocent and
Niki/Jessica: broken. "I'm not letting you do this. I'm not going to fix it this way!" The woman facing the mirror relaxed backward, smiling, "…I know all about what you want, Niki. I'm just being a helpful hand. Why can't you see that?" She
Niki/Jessica: said nothing in response, and only glared. …And this just made her laugh. "I'll talk to you later, hun. I have some blood to drain." No..no…no…she couldn't …she wouldn't!! And she walked right out of the bathroom without a
Niki/Jessica: hitch…or rather, she would have, if the weaker woman in the mirror hadn't decided to knock her out of control. Her mind was suddenly reeling, and she slumped against the wall. Moments later, she rose again, rubbing her forehead
Niki/Jessica: and groaning. Yes..yes, she'd done it! But how much time did she have? Niki wasn't sure, but she needed to warn that man immediately!
[Part of LOG missing.]
Elle: ::Eyebrow was quirked as she just stared at him, before busting out in a fit of giggles. "I think someone needs to change their tone if they really want answers…" she sang to him, finger coming up to jolt him on the nose. "Didn't someone ever teach you how talk to girl's Petey?" What was he going to offer her in return? She wasn't just going to give up information that could possibly jeopardize her just like that. If he thought that he truly was an idiot. Smoothie would come up as she sipped on her drink staring up at him with big baby blues. "I'm waiting…" Elle held the power in this situation and she knew it. He wanted information, information that she had and was possibly more willing to give than anyone else he'd approached. Essentially she was his last hope in a sense. The inner workings of the company, protocol, all if it. Elle knew. It was one of the many benefits of being Bob Bishop's daughter and having been kept at the place for about fifteen or so years. Her childish antics would probably annoy him, which would be surprising seeing as how he never seemed to mind before, but then again that was under different circumstances.::
Peter: The small jolt prickled against his nose, something like static electricity after rubbing your hand against something fuzzy or furry. She smiled, that light bubbly laugh resonating from her peach pale lips. Peter took a step back, annoyed more than anything. She wanted something in return, obviously, nothing ever came for free and willingly. So, what on earth could she possibly want? And what was he willing to give up in return? That tuff of dark hair fell in to his face, over that right eye so casually. "What do you want, Elle?" He said bluntly, matter-of-factly. Peter understood these situations better than anyone. It was never take a little and leave; it was take a little and give back all in the same turn. "I know you want something, they always do. My Mother tells me to be patience, even after my brother gets taken by these people. I'm supposed to sit back and pretend it didn't happen? What do you want?"
Elle: ::When he stepped back, she was a little taken aback. Since when was he stand-offish towards her. "Well I don't know what I want really. Normally I'd ask for a kiss or something but been there done that. Honestly I'm not all to sure you have anything to give. That being the case, maybe I should just go be on my merry way." She still needed to find Gabriel, get to the Company and get her fucking memories back. Skipping around the mulberry bush with Peter wasn't really on her agenda at the moment. She had her own things of which she needed to take care of. "I guess it's safe to say we aren't exactly friends anymore," she stated sadly taking another sip of smoothie while looking don. "Sucks really." Oh well. She's survived this long without any real friends, she certainly wasn't going to lose any sleep over Peter if that indeed was the case. "Seeing as how you have nothing to offer me, I think I'm gonna go now. Later alligator." Just like that she began to walk in his direction to exit the alley and return back into the watchful gaze of civilization. Peter has failed in his quest for knowledge, better luck next time.::
Peter: "No, it doesn't appear so," he said abjectly. Terrible that her feelings were hurt. It didn't matter anymore. She worked for the Company, wanted to impress her father, and for what kind of reason? He stood back, thinking through the barriers of finding the information he sought. It didn't have to start with Elle or with his mother. Peter would only watch as the petite blond took her justified leave from the alleyway, cold drink in hand. She was at home, comfortable with herself, within her own skin. Even if they had tried, it wouldn't have worked between them. They were much too different.
Elle (7:44:31 PM): ::She'd find herself stoppin in her tracks. Turning to look at him she jus shook her head. "Tsk, tsk. You don't seem like you want to find out that bad? You're just going to let me walk away like that without trying to stop me?" Someone needed to grow some balls. It was no fun if he made it that easy for her. He had to be more assertive if he ever wanted things in life. The answers he was so terribly seeking being one of them. She was just toying with him really. True, things might not have worked
Elle (7:46:59 PM): between them but no matter. Elle had Gabriel, and he was all she ever needed. Like crushes, friends came and go. Sad that they wouldn't be on pleasant terms when she hadn't really done anything to him in the first place. She felt a twinge bit bad for what she did to him sure, and she even apologized for it but if that wasn't enough then so be it. When it came to Nathan she'd only been following orders. Nothing more. Not only that but nothing was done to him, the man wasn't even drugged or tested. Su
Elle (7:47:23 PM): -re finding his boring big brother all caged up like a rat was tough for him to deal with, boo hoo get over it.::
Peter (8:03:54 PM): Perhaps in the long run, Peter did need to become assertive. For now, it was not the least bit of his worries. All things came in time, and he found himself reminded of what his mother had told him several days ago. Peter had enough of being patient, of being given the tireless excuses. However, Elle paused several feet out in front of him and slowly turned to face him again. Would he have allowed her to walk out of there? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. He wanted her to think he would allow her to leave, to take
Peter (8:06:46 PM): off in that pretend victory she felt she had successfully applauded herself, too. Peter was learning very fast these days, very fast indeed. The youngest Petrelli was moving quickly toward her, with every step he gained a little more speed and dignity, and empowerment in his motion. He finally ran at her, powerful legs flying down across the alleyway until his feet left the ground completely. His arms extended and like a zeppelin, he swooped forward and gathered Elle, and straightened his posture to flash
Peter (8:11:17 PM): forward toward the sky. He held onto Elle securely, speeding through the air at an unprecedented speed. He landed with a soft bounce on the small balcony that once belonged to an old patient of his, Charles Deveaux. He released her at once, imprisoning her somewhat in that small space, several floors above the city streets. "Start talking."
Elle (8:22:31 PM): ::When he came after her she was a tad bit surprised. Maybe that training she gave him that day applied to more than one ability. He was getting quite good at this. Clinging on him tightly she buried her face into his chest, a little too scared to look down. Heights were never her best friend. It was surprising that Peter would resort to such dirty tricks though. As they landed on the building, she took the liberty of sending 2000 volts into his body, she needed to get that bount of anger out of her s
Elle (8:25:07 PM): -ystem. "What the fuck Peter!?" Didn't he know that he couldn't just do that to any and everyone. He was bound to get hurt sooner or later. Hadn't he learned his lesson regarding pulling rabbits out of his hat for her? Calming down suddenly she giggled. She knew he was going to heal. "Wow Peter, you really know how to swoop a girl off her feet. If you wanted me all you had to do was say so. We could've gotten chains, whips and collars… you could be my puppy." Still though she refused to answer
Elle (8:25:49 PM): -his question. If she had to blast down the door leading inside the Deveux Building and make her way out then so be it. Still though this was a little amusing.::
