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Three Ring Circus
Private story line with girl_ofsecrets.

It was kind of like falling into an old routine for him, dressing up and playing Golden Boy for the crowds that came to see him and his family. Sure, they all said it was for charity, to fight Multiple Sclerosis or whatever the cover was this time. Peter probably sounded like a man with a raging bitterness for charity work, but the heat was aimed more at his family. His mother, specifically. He loved her dearly, of course, but he no longer knew why she kept herself, her family in the limelight. After his father's death, he had been prepared for the Petrelli name to fade out, for the novelty of their name to finally lose steam. But it was as if Arthur's death had increased it tenfold, and now everyone was itching to peer into the glass box of his family's private life more than ever.

How frustrating.

So he stood near the edge of the room of the rented out banquet hall, champagne in hand, hair slicked back (God forbid his mother caught sight of those unruly bangs), suit tailored to fit him to the tee. He watched the crowd, the small throngs of people in their idle chatter, lightly amused. They all knew their parts quite well... not that he wasn't well aware he was committing a downright sin by lurking in the shadows.

Hors d'oeuvres made their rounds around the room, and he spared a glance at his gold wristwatch. His mother, surprisingly had opted for a buffet, and he knew the food was going to be brought out soon, as the appetizers were dwindling down. It would be quite the procession to watch, as this was a top-notch event and the caterers would not be able to disturb the flow of the party. So out they would come in a single line, buffet tray in hand, the other tucked behind them, and make their way around the buffet line to set their trays on the waiting flame before disappearing back into the kitchen. All in all, in should take less than a minute.

Peter wanted to get a good spot to watch (hey, it wasn't every day he got to see that kind of precision, EMTs flew by the seat of their pants), so he started working up towards the buffet line. Not surprisingly, no one else had an idea of what was to come, so he had no trouble getting close. Sticking one hand in his pocket, he took a sip of the champagne and smiled to himself as the first waiter appeared through the doors.

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((No worries))

Even with his own admission that he might be like her, she was still a bit nervous about revealing her freak show status. "Yes." It was a bit hard for her to say as she nibbled her bottom lip a bit and leaned forward against the table, keeping her voice soft. "Can you do more?"

He had grown somber in the moments before she answered him. All the same, he was infinitely glad she had believed him, and well, owned up to her gift so easily. He hadn't wanted to have to demonstrate.

"Then I'm not like you," he told her. "I can do other things." He spoke softly now, noticing that she had leaned in. "But I think... I think I absorb them from other people," he explained. "Why is why I can heal. I'd never done it before I met you."

Claire could understand not wanting to demonstrate the ability. She was also excited at the idea that there was someone else like her because she was beginning to lose hope. Of course she was more curious about the man sitting across from her now,

"You can do other things?" She looked confused and then curious, nodding a little. "So what else can you do then?"

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