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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 0:18:24 GMT -5
Peter glanced around the park as he came to a stop in front of a bench. The place seemed to be just the same as it had been back then. Course...now it only held memories he really wasn't sure that he wanted to keep. Glancing over to a patch of land, he could just picture his parents there. Sadly though, they quickly faded since he knew that they weren't really there.
"All a dream.....I wish it was." Peter muttered as he sat down.
His gaze made it to the ground, it surprised him how well he had gotten used to being half blind. Considering he had been like this since he was a kid, did help him to give himself some credit. But still. It still amazed him how most people thought he had all of his sight, course he was determined to keep it that way.
Peter sighed as he sat there, trying to think of a way to just ignore the fact that one thing was constantly going through his head. The accident. Was it a accident? He knew he was angry at losing his parents, but that didn't mean the whole thing was planned out could it? Shaking his head, he tried to get the thought to leave his head that it was something other than a accident. Car crashes do happen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 7:26:11 GMT -5
A tragic kindred spirit entered nature’s field, azure eyes downcast with a satchel slung over Malcolm’s shoulder littered with strange assortment of objects. The PIDA bodyguard had scoured his belonging and had found strange things he could not recall there purpose. The long years had been exceptionally harsh on the human, voices of his fallen deserted brethren like scars that would never heal. He had aways regretted being the first and only individual that had past through the portal here but unfortunately his dwindling forces were murdered before getting their chance to escape to this more controlled world. Malcolm was human but was not from here, at least not this version of New Orlands...
A sense of survivor’s guilt enveloped the wise agent. Where he came from, Earth had suffered catastrophic casualties because of their lack of defense; a single important pawn that apparently decided the fate of Earth’s survival: the PIDA. When Malcolm and his daughter appeared, they were amazed at the dramatic change this world had to his own. With a reminiscing grin, he whispered to himself. “Everyday I wish you could see this place Emma.” She had past during the first liberation years, leaving him and their young child in the inhabitable land they so desperately wanted to escape. They did, but not without a price.
As Malcolm drew near, his distracted gaze caught sight with a lonely soul seated on a park bench. The agent oddly recognized this man, possibly a fellow member of his association however if this stranger indeed was, they had never conversed before. Hoping to not startle the stranger he waited to seat himself, first proposing a greeting. “Hello sir, may I join you?” Malcolm was generally unsure with faces so this was the best excuse to a conversation, possibly with a fellow agent if memory served him correctly. “Malcolm Hulderic.” Outstretching a friendly hand, he presented a charming smile for good measure.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 10:25:49 GMT -5
Peter's thoughts were still going round in his head. Could it have really been an accident? IF it wasn't, why was he saved then? His parents didn't do much to his knowledge. They held normal jobs that normally would keep anyone out of harms way unless it was a robber. His thoughts were finally shattered when he heard a voice. Turning his head, his gaze fell upon Malclom. Peter reached out and shook his hand.
"Peter Cornwall." Peter greeted, once done shaking hands he gestured to the bench. "Of course you can. It's a public bench."
Once Malcolm would have taken a seat, he looked out at the small clearing of land in the park. Well, at least he wouldn't fall into memory now. But he wasn't sure what to do really. He wasn't the best with getting along with other people. Well, he got along with others okay but it was really the interaction part he had a bit of trouble with. But it would be rude to leave now after he introduced himself and allowed the man to sit down next to him. So he'd just try to do it right.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 19:52:22 GMT -5
Malcolm tipped his head generously, approaching the empty side of the quaint bench. Peter Cornwall, yes that name was immediately recognized to the PIDA bodyguard, confirming his suspicions that they were part of the same association. As a military-born man, Malcolm wished to know all of his comrades so he could predict the best team when required. As the protector of the PIDA Rep, it was mandatory to know who was watching your back. From what he had observed of this individual, he was extremely dependable, intelligent, and true to the cause of the PIDA; This produced a warm smile.
“How has the life of protecting the innocent been for you Mr. Cornwall?” He was sure that his new acquaintance would pick up on what Malcolm was implying. Staring, this sense of likeness overwhelmed the agent as he gazed upon his neighbor. The same gaze, as if he had seen more than most. However, most that worked for the PIDA were not like normal people, which Malcolm found comforting. “I hope it has been well.” He continued.
“Day off?” He included, adjusting himself to get more comfortable on the park bench.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 19:57:53 GMT -5
"Afraid I haven't been able to help any just yet." Peter said as his attention was snapped back. "I've yet to get a case or a partner."
There wasn't much for Peter to tell Malcolm, he was still rather new to the P.I.D.A. At least he was able to meet a few people though. Folding his arms in thought, he looked around for a moment and looked back at Malcolm when he heard the man's other question.
"In a way it seems like it." Peter said as he sat there. "What about you?"
Small talk wasn't really Peter's best area of the socializing way of things. Espically with his memories going around and around in his head. Mainly just the memory of the accident going around in his head. Malcolm did appear to be kind and all, but it was still hard to think of things to talk about.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 0:07:56 GMT -5
“Well, if you ever require assistance during a mission, do not hesitate to contact me.” He altered his position on the bench, hand gliding on top of his well-tailored suit where a lone chest pocket rested. He gripped a curious card between his two fingers and presented it gently to his new silent companion, a comforting grin unfolding with the small scar nestled on his upper lip creasing from the tension of his skin. Peter seemed like a kindred spirit to Malcolm and partially reminded Peter of himself as a young man; Malcolm had always approached others cautiously and quietly. Although portraying himself as naturally charismatic the man had been a silent soldier before retreating to this realm. There was no time to be political, it was absolute destruction with no negotiations the need to persuade was meaningless.
“You could call it a day off. I find rest to be extremely exhausting really.” He chuckled. He shot a longing gaze to the innocent humans scurrying through the open park, playing and giggling as ignorant bliss overcame them. Malcolm could never fathom such a dull life. He did not enjoy the victim s of war but turning a blind eye was incomprehensible to him. It felt insulting if he did not become aware of the dangers plaguing this world. “Just a breath of fresh air really. I enjoy an occasional stroll however it never lasts long.”
Malcolm turned to Peter and he sensed something was stirring in his stoic friend. Leaning to hopefully capture his distracted attention he replied,”You seem distraught, I apologize for such prattle chatter. Please, if something is bothering you do not hesitate to ask.” A sense of kinship arose from Malcolm for he wanted to assist this young man. His gaze reminded him of his own child in Europe who had not looked upon her father’s face in seven years. She was just as withdrawn but confided easily with the only person understood her troubles. She carried deep survivor’s guilt after the incident, something that Malcolm equally shared but he was her father and was strong for her. He did not want her to torture herself over such things.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 0:17:26 GMT -5
Peter was surprised when Malcolm took the card out. He looked at the card with a cocked head and puzzled expression. He soon reached out and took it slowly. He did stare at if for a few moments and he looked back up at Malcolm.
"Uh...thanks." Peter said in a unsure voice, his left eye widened a bit when he saw the scar on Malcolm.
The scar remind him of his own. Well...it wasn't really a scar his right eye was just useless and duller in color due to being blind. But he quickly made the look go away and gave a kind but nervous smile. He listened to Malcolm and placed the card in his own pocket.
"I just don't think one should have a day off if they haven't been able to do anything...no reason for it." Peter said.
His gaze fell to the human child playing and he sighed. He hunched his shoulders a bit as he sat there and looked at the ground for a few moments. He used to be like that. A happy kid, smiling and giggling as if nothing would happen. But something did happen. HE was about to be sucked back into that memory when Malcolm's voice came to his ears again and he faced the man.
"Oh...no no. The chat is fine...there's nothing wrong with it." Peter tried to explain. "It's just....I'm not that great at...talking to others normally ever since...." Peter's voice left him right then and he glanced down at the ground a bit. "Ever....since....."
How to put it? It would be wrong to make Malcolm worry over his problems. That would just be.....wrong in Peter's opinion. Sure, getting help with certain things were fine. But to buredon someone else with your own problems just...wasn't right. Peter shook his head and laughed weakly.
"It's not important, it's nothing." Peter said as he looked away, hunching his shoulders again and leaning a bit forward.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 0:38:18 GMT -5
Peter was stubborn indeed. Malcolm connected even more with the young man for he was equally secretive about his grave life experiences, wishing not to burden other with his harsh existence. Normally the seasoned agent would use his charismatic wit to fish out the information needed and converse accordingly like the selfless gentleman that he was; however this boy was different. He perceived that it would not be wise to do so and that their needed to be this mutual respect and honesty between them to construct the proper result. Malcolm wished to be this young man’s friend, no one deserved to be alone. These exact words he had used on another lost young man who had unfortunately been in the wrong place at the wrong time with no sense of control of his abilities. His name was Brenton he recalled, a Basilisk who had caught the attention of the PIDA when he harmed a group of humans when first passing through the portal. With no memory of what or who he was, he mistakenly stunned a few bystanders and went into hiding out of fear. Malcolm eventually approached him and graced him with a second chance, for he knew the young man meant no harm. He removed Brenton from the wanted list and presented him with a pair of eyewear that blocked his abilities from harming anyone else.
“Believe me Peter, it is important to me. I can tell that whatever you are going through would be best resolved through conversation.” He paused, rolling his neck nervously as he prepared his personal explanation. “Let me tell you something I have not told anyone, not even the PIDA Representative that I have protected for years. I am not from here, well at least not this version of Earth. Where I come from, the PIDA was never formed and the supernatural races were allowed to roam freely on our planet, eventually destroying the foundation of our existence. In an effort to escape we attempted to create our own portal out of that dimension. It was successful but unfortunately during our escape our small band was attacked with only myself and daughter passing through safely.” He huffed, overwhelmed by the guilty emotions flooding his system.
“I look at you Peter and see something equally destructive on your emotions. So, I do want to help you whatever it may be. You seem like a genuinely good man, which I respect greatly.”
“I apologize for this abruptness but I want to form a sort of trust between the two of us. So please, what disturbs you? Maybe, I can help?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 10:44:35 GMT -5
Peter fell dead silent as Malcolm went on to explain. Malcolm's troubles were a great deal worse then his own. A car crash and the death of his parents were nothing compared to what Malcolm went through. But it was clear that Peter wouldn't be left alone till he told him. Once Malcolm was done, Peter sighed and looked at him weakly.
"I really don't see how these two events are equal but....fine." Peter said as he sat up straight. "When I was a kid...I lost my parents in a car crash that I was a part of. Kind of strange. It started out as the most happiest day and then it went into one that became a constant nightmare for me. My parents were good people, they obeyed the laws and never did anything wrong. With that in mind for some reason....I sometimes think that it might've not been an accident."
Peter fell silent for a moment. He didn't want to let Malcolm know about his right eye. They were from the same agency and if he knew. There was a chance he could get fired before he could do any good. Yeah, Malcolm was a nice guy but duty often came above one's feelings to some.
"It's always like a constant play back in my mind not matter what I try." Peter added on after a moment of silence. "I can remember it so well it at first seems like a nightmare but.....whenever I wake up I always check to make sure that it was just a nightmare. Only....only to constantly remind myself it was a memory as well as a nightmare."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 14:11:56 GMT -5
Malcolm, greatly pleased that his confession had opened up the quiet rookie agent settled himself, ears open to Peter’s tragic reveal of loss and even worse those close to him. Malcolm never knew his parents for his father passed in the first month of supernatural control while his mother died giving birth (grief was equally a cause of her passing) so Malcolm could not fathom such pain with those of your blood. He could connect however to people you loved dearly... “Pain is pain, no matter how many lives lost. It still hurts which creates a mutual ground between us Peter.”
Malcolm then turned his attention to the pack of bystanders a few feet ahead, ignorant to the mayhem caused everyday, human or not. “Those children over there most likely will never experience the overbearing guilt of being a survivor, wether it be from a car crash or slaughter. They find it difficult to connect, even though they are deeply grieved by the story but they will never have the ability to fathom true loss. That is how we are the same Peter. Loss is not measured, only experienced.”
“What exactly convinced you it wasn’t an accident? I’m sure isn’t just that.” Malcolm was intrigued. Normally with such ideals of a simple life the PIDA would consider this theory only denial through sorrow but with the sort of world they lived in nothing could be ruled out of the question without concrete evidence against it. “Do you recall anything, a conversation you overheard and didn’t understand at the time? Any signs from your parents?” Malcolm wanted to help so he would ask as many questions as he could.
ooc; sorry this post is eh
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 16:32:28 GMT -5
Peter kept silent as he listened to Malcolm's words. He glanced back at the fellow agent as he talked. His gaze went to the children playing.
"Well....a child shouldn't have to go through that. They shouldn't even have to know about it." Peter said.
When the agent asked what made Peter think it wasn't an accident, he went silent. A feeling was mainly it. He couldn't remember much before the accident. Things he could remember were blurred at best, things that he could make out were just fragments.
"I'm not sure." Peter started. "I can't remember much before it and i do know that car crashes are accidents from time to time. In fact most of the time. But....the car....the one that slammed into us...." he paused as the scene replayed in his head. "It seemed like it was purposly going that fast. Besides...why would anyone pull a kid out of the car a few seconds before it explods and not check the adults?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 20:52:28 GMT -5
Isabelle walked slowly through the park, gazing around as she went. She was interested in this new world she was in. She was nearly past Peter when she noticed him talking to another human P.I.D.A member. It was all new to her and she couldn't help her desire to go over and say hi.
"Hi," she said in greeting to the two agents, hoping they wouldn't ignore her. Standing there she felt awkward to her and she started to move, even a little movement helped her calm down.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 6:11:16 GMT -5
Malcolm hid the fact that he was immediately convinced by the young agent’s uncanny gut feeling for such emotions rarely lead the PIDA bodyguard astray. That response alone had saved many from an assassin’s bullet wether it be by chance or at the expense of Malcolm’s own body. He continued to listen however to gather all the evidence needed. “Although I can personally vouch that if there had been an accident I would attempt to grab the young child first it still does not explain everything.” He almost continued however was pulled from the conversation as another stranger appeared, greeting them almost instantly.
Another agent. Its rather disconcerting but I feel as if they are accepting younger applicants by the day. The youthful female portrayed a certain childish nature but was presumed material for the agency which Malcolm did not argue with. If she proved herself she was certainly capable enough to join the force. “Greetings.” He returned her confident greeting with his own handsome grin, sky blue irises equally pleased by Isabelle’s presence. “Please, sit.” Malcolm was sure to continue this conversation with Peter later, for now they were serve each other idle conversation. Hopefully even bring the young man out of his cautious shell.
Malcolm rose from the bench, presenting Isabelle with the now empty spot beside Peter. He then extended a gracious hand to the young agent. “Malcolm, pleasure. And this is Peter. Glad to see more fellow members in our midst.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 10:11:51 GMT -5
Peter was about to speak when he heard a new voice enter the conversation. Looking up, his gaze landed on Isabelle. He gave a kind smile to her, hoping that she hadn't heard too much on the conversation at hand.
"Hello." Peter greeted.
He would've introduced himself, but Malcolm beat him to it. That was fine. It seemed that he was finally going to meet some of the fellow agents. That was something he wasn't sure on happening but it was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 19:29:48 GMT -5
Isabelle shook Malcolm's hand then looked at the now empty seat. "I would rather stand if that is okay," she said her voice on edge. She grinned at Peter then Malcolm and started pacing as she talked. "I am new to the agency of course but I am always watching my back and moving. So unless I am asleep, and really not even then, I am up and moving, never sitting down," she said and with each passing word she paced a little faster.
She stopped pacing suddenly and looked at the agents. "I thought I herd something," she said voice quiet. She listened intently then, when she didn't hear the sound again, she started pacing again. She however stayed quiet as she walked back and forth in front of the bench.
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