http://soopernathan.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] soopernathan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2007-07-14 03:05 pm

Application for Nathan Petrelli, from "Heroes"

(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))

...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?

One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so... crackedcasual.

Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.


What a dump.

He didn't even know where to begin with this place. All stone walls and stark wooden furniture and, Jesus, this place looked straight out of medieval times or something. He was fairly sure he'd even passed a suit of armor on the way in. And a moving picture, but that... no. He'd seen more than he should have in the last few days - super strength, time stopping, people exploding - but damn if he was still chalking it up to his eyes playing tricks on him. Flying off from New York, all the way to Scotland, would do that to someone. It would.

Right. Down to business, huh? There was only a stack of papers on the table in view. No way to find Peter right off the bat and make his life, in general, so much easier, was there?

...No, of course not.


1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

"Cheese?" Nathan repeated aloud to himself, letting his eyes briefly search the room before settling back onto the paper. What the hell was this? "Jesus, what have I walked into?" he added in a mutter, fishing around for a pen in his inner jacket pocket and retrieving a clicky ballpoint, 'VOTE PETRELLI' inscribed in cheap silver across the side. They had so many of these stupid things left over. Nathan felt slightly ridiculous rising to that kind of level of narcissism in which he was writing with a pen with his own name on it. But what the hell.

Parmesan, he wrote without much more debate, and, really, there was no contest. Hey, he wasn't afraid of his sickeningly Italian love for the stuff on pasta.


2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

...Okay, his sons watched Barney. And... did anyone really watch Carrottop? Ever? Either way, that was just wrong. He was automatically thinking back to Linderman, the gun... God. He'd really rather NOT kill somebody unless it really came down to that level of necessity.

Carrottop, he scribbled down in nearly indecipherable chicken scratch anyway, as if he felt obligated to answer the question. For every time I had to watch that damn 1-800-COLLECT commercial.


3. What time is it where you are?

What kind of pointless questionnaire was this? He'd just wanted to grab Peter and get the hell out of here, and now people were asking him about the time. He glanced to his watch with a sigh, scrawling out the time with a frown. Time for him to shove this application right up the ass of whoever was responsible, was what.


4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

"Oh, for Christ's sake." Yeah, he couldn't help it with that question. "Married? Happily." Not that Niki Sanders would vouch for that, but... beside the point.

He left the question blank, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly.


5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

Seriously. Did Peter make this crap up? Just to piss him off, wasn't it? "Fun and game time's over, Pete," he called out in a cautious sort of voice, to nobody in particular, eyes flickering dubiously away from the application. ...Yeah, he was alone. And probably going a little nuts too, now, at this juncture. Petrellis really did keep it in the family, huh?

Okay. Bar name. Right. Amuse the masses. Something he was uncomfortably used to.

Flying Man's

Nathan almost cracked a bit of a grin. Almost. Hiro was pretty flattering. Kind of cute when he did that. But, yeah, very much no.

Petrelli's? What the hell. Short. Sweet. To the point.


B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

...This was some ploy to get him to finally spill his opinion on gay marriage, wasn't it? He'd won the election and he was still paranoid. Jeez.

This was hypothetical, right? Good.

Harry should... pick whomever he's happy with. Someone who makes him smile.

No comments about marriages, civil unions, anything that could be twisted around to make him out to be a homophobe or so far into the closet that he was seeing Narnia, posted in the Times the next day. Awesome


C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

Because they didn't have a team of people hired to deal with crap like this, like he had? ...Possibly.

Invest in flamethrowers. Haha, so funny, Nathan. Talk about burning things when New York was nearly a pile of smoldering rubble only days ago. He actually winced, in wake of that thought. When your brother was all that had been left of that hypothetical wreck. Was nearly the cause of that wreck. Kidding. But I'd at least suggest a secretary.


D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Because he could fly? Because his flying consequentially led to his keeping Peter from blowing everything up? Because he was part of the reason why Kirby Plaza wasn't said aforementioned pile of smoldering rubble? A million reasons. None of which he could use, not publicly.

Hey, I just got elected to Congress, he scribbled, simply, shrugging as he wrote. Landslide victory. Pretty damn impressive if I should say so myself.

And all without a single spot of ego.


6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

They were kidding, right? Bribes. Not something he was unfamiliar with, naturally, but asking right-out for one was a totally different thing. Not that he had nothing to give, either. He had political power. He had connections in pretty high places. He was... fairly well off, financially. The picture of your friendly, neighborhood, political figure head.

Depends on what you're looking for.

At least it was open for interpretation.




"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-15 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Briefly, Peter's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he looked over his shoulder, trying to see the people talking about popcorn and the guy with the dead squirrel. The people he'd met had been nice, mostly. It had been a little weird with all the talk of magic and not being able to die, but he'd heard weirder.

He opened his mouth to reply that he needed to be here, but closed it again with a frustrated frown when Nathan kept talking. He got that Nathan was just protective, but Jesus, it could get pretty controlling at times. As if he thought he could make Peter do something just by patting him on the head and telling him to run along.

"I'd probably just heal from that," Peter grinned crookedly, the more subtle meaning of 'You are being obtuse' going right over him and his tendency to take things a little too literally. "I can't just sit by when Sylar is trying to kill, he became my responsibility after I screwed up and didn't finish him." It was still a little disturbing to be talking like that, but it was necessary. "Go back to your office if you can't handle a little insanity," he added, trying not to be too disappointed that his brother didn't get it.

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly!" Peter clapped Nathan enthusiastically on the shoulder, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He'd caught onto the New York: Part II implication, but it didn't faze him - if that happened again, he'd just find another way to do it far away from people. There was a lot of open land in Scotland, probably. "You're here because you're meant to be here, Nathan."

Determined, he searched around for the scrap of paper he'd been drawing on between talking to people in the Sorting Room. He'd had an itch to draw, and presumably he'd spent a long time bent over an application, scribbling furiously with Isaac's rather unique ability. Finally finding it, Peter pulled the picture - now slightly crumpled - out of his pocket.

"Look," he pointed at one of the figures, sketched in rough pencil, obviously tied to a chair. "That's Sylar, it has to be, and this," Peter tapped the only other figure in the room, himself, standing by the door, "Is me." Internally, he wasn't too happy about it, but his expression was set with an almost fevered determination. "I have to do this, if I can keep people safe."

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-15 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not torture," Peter protested, though at this stage he didn't even believe himself. There was no sense of violence in what he'd drawn, it just looked like Sylar was too weak to do anything. Peter had realized that, without being able to die in this place, and Sylar being able to get out of anything with telekinesis, that weakening him would be the best way to stop him from killing. There was no special psychotherapy that would help.

It was clashing hard with his instinct to help people, but he'd begun to rationalize that it was helping people. By protecting them. He'd have to sink to some new depths, but he'd do it.

Peter scrubbed his hands over his face, digging his fingertips into his temples. It wasn't Nathan giving him this headache, just... this whole idea. "Look, Nathan, I know you don't approve, but I need your help on this one," Peter asked, deciding just to be extremely blunt about this. "I won't ask you to chase after him if he escapes... well, I wouldn't want you to do that. But he's smart. If he escapes, he's going to know how to take me down, so if you don't see me for a while, you might wanna check out the room and take out whatever he's shoved through my brain."

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-15 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Grabbing the drawing back from Nathan, Peter stuffed it in his pocket again. He looked undecided as to whether he should get annoyed at Nathan or try and convince him some more that his plan would work. Instead, he settled for a mild, vaguely offended, glare - as if his ability to draw the future had somehow been doubted.

"You came here to pick me up?" Peter furrowed his eyebrows, amusement beginning to dawn over his expression. "What did you think you were going to do, kidnap me and fly out of here?" He grinned. He wasn't even going to ask how Nathan found him, because no doubt the answer lay in some of Nathan's business or family contacts.

He'd let go of the 'master plan' discussion right. Maybe introduce it to Nathan again once the guy was settled in - which Peter would make sure he would, Nathan wasn't flying off again.

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-17 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
Considering that Nathan had once threatened to detain him in a mental institution, Peter thought the 'kidnapped and shoved in the trunk' probably wasn't too far away from reality. Peter had never really been involved in the more mobster sides of their family, but it didn't stop him from giving a doubtful glance at Nathan.

"I don't know if it's settling down," Peter admitted. "Just... I don't know, maybe it would be a good thing." Putting his hands on Nathan's shoulders, he squeezed, and smiled reassuringly. "Come on, it's not a bad place. You've been working too hard anyway; take some time off, don't use the politician voice so often, huh? You could use a break."

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-17 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Since Peter had yet to meet anybody that he really classified as crazy, he really didn't understand why Nathan was do doubtful of this place. Then again, he knew what Nathan was like - even though the guy could fly, he still insisted that everybody was crazy for believing that they had abilities.

Taking his hands from Nathan's shoulders, Peter frowned and folded his arms across his chest. He understood that Nathan wanted to be with his kids and wife, he did, but... couldn't he just spend a little more time here? He'd just exploded, and all he was apparently going to get from Nathan was a quick hello and goodbye again.

"Fine, go back to your Congress," Peter sulked scowled, looking at the ground. "Go and make speeches about something like family values, I'm sure your eager followers will love that."

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-17 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Keeping his arms defensively folded across his chest, Peter just looked at Nathan, still fairly unhappy that Nathan was still talking about taking off. Sure, he said he'd be around, but the word 'yet' wasn't promising. It was typical Nathan - sticking around for a bit and then going back to his business, and getting incredibly stern when anybody tried to complain.

"Yet," he echoed grumpily, half-glaring at Nathan from underneath his hair. "I give it two days, tops, before you're already coming up with excuses, and it'll be 'Seeya, Peter, business is more important.'"

A hint of pleading entered his otherwise sullen expression. "Nathan, I need you here," he said hopefully, "Not halfway around the world. I... I can't handle Sylar by myself." Well, he would be, but Peter was just talking metaphorical back-up, here. There was no way he was getting Nathan involved. "I can't handle any of this by myself," he admitted.

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-18 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Logic? Common sense? Peter Petrelli does not know these words!

Peter had wondered that himself, too - why he needed to protect people from Sylar, if people couldn't die here. But he didn't know how far that extended. It might be possible that Sylar could remove the top of their skull, gain their powers, and the person would simply be left alive... considerably skull-less. He wasn't prepared to risk hoping that some invisible force would stop Sylar if he tried.

"You don't know that," he repeated Nathan's earlier words, frustrated. Couldn't Nathan just help, for once, no questions asked?

Heaving an annoyed sounding sigh, Peter pushed the hair out of his face. "Look, okay, I understand that you need to go back. It's not like I can stop you, anyway. Just... can you stay for a week, at least? Please?" It was probably hard to build up time - between exploding and arriving here - in which he'd missed Nathan, but Peter couldn't help it.

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-24 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
When this thing was going down? "As soon as I get out of here," Peter admitted sheepishly - or as sheepish as you could be when you were planning to run off and try to capture a serial killer. With no back-up.

But at least Nathan said that he would be saying for a week. Peter's expression instantly lit up with a pleased grin. A week wasn't much, but it would give Peter enough to time to try and convince Nathan to stay. How Nathan would do his job, and stay here, Peter hadn't yet considered.

Impulsively, Peter grabbed Nathan in another hug. "Just don't get all big brother on me about this Sylar thing," he said, as sternly as he could manage while also talking into Nathan's shoulder. "If I get myself hurt, it doesn't last long anyway, remember?"

Vote: Gryffindor

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-24 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Like you could," Peter rolled his eyes, pulling away from the hug to fold his arms across his chest. "I picked up super strength from that blonde chick, anyway, so you'll never be able to kick my ass again," he grinned. Of course, the fact that one glare from Nathan was sometimes the equivalent of kicking his ass didn't matter.

He'd be fine, anyway. All he needed to do was get Sylar into the room and start the IV - once that was done, it would be easy enough to keep him down.

"Anyway, I'll vote you into Gryffindor because the President wears red," he smiled, scratching at his forehead. Gryffindor for the house colors - and because Peter would never quite lose the 'brave older brother' image he had of Nathan. "I kinda have some stuff to do, so I guess I'll see you later?" 'Stuff' being going to the nearest hospital and using invisibility to steal some supplies. He hated to, but it wasn't like they were going to give them to him.

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-25 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I bet there's worse," Peter snorted. As far as things went, super strength was actually pretty useful. When he thought about it, though, there were probably some people that had developed some really useless powers. "Like... I don't know, being able to eat steel, maybe. That would never be useful. Unless you were really hungry."

Right. Probably not the best kind of conversation to be having while you were trying to convince your brother that you were still sane - or, more-or-less sane.

At Nathan's warning glance, Peter just smiled his rather earnest smile. "It's gonna be fine. Oh, and just so you know, I'm kinda doing it in a few hours," he said honestly, though a large part of that honesty was tainted with 'Do not try and stop me'. "So consider yourself warned."

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com 2007-07-25 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Furrowing his eyebrows, Peter just blinked at Nathan. Turning things into ham. He was supposed to the dreamy one with the weird ideas, here. Maybe it was contagious. "...Right," he replied, his inward amusement turning into a rather outward smirk. "Call me when you find someone with that power, Nathan."

The somewhat explosive reaction to his announcement didn't surprise Peter, so he withstood the - ow, getting kind of painful - grip on his shoulder. Peter had been running off with new plans for however long, now, and Nathan was still shocked when it happened?

"Yeah, so?" He asked, scowling slightly, and probably looking the very image of a cranky, rebellious teenager who'd just been told they couldn't go to the next school party. Not that kidnapping a serial killer was anything like a party. "I've got it planned, and it's going to work. It doesn't matter if I do it in a few hours or in a week, the plan won't change. Stop freaking out."