New Timeline RP Thread

( )

When are we going? Eve asked, cutting across Elan's persistant arguements.

I'm not sure.... Dann didn't say anything about the vision showing any date, or any way of finding out how.... I could ask him again, though.

Maybe he could paint it, Lola offered.

()

Ask him to do that, James nodded. The Company don't even seem to realise there's any threat to it.

Morons, Eve muttered, though everyone heard it. Elan chuckled at that.

( )

What the heck!? Thomas just stood there with the most confused face ever mixed with a smile that just wouldn't go away. After just standing there wondering what had just happened he took the pieces from the shattered coffee mug and threw it in a trash can. Thomas didn't want to be in a pissy mood so he just focused on the night before, widening his smile that was allready showing in his face. He threw himself at the bed and just daydreamed. Daydreaming about Haley.

Haley just ran out of the apartment and finished dressing when she realized that poor Thomas had nothing to do with her own problem. But it took untill she got back home untill she admitted it to the rest of her. She sighed and lay down in the bed. However, her face didn't have a wide smile on it, instead it was covered in thoughts. Complicated thoughts. Haley decided that to continue the complicated thought process she needed coffee, so she soon got back with a unshattered coffee mug and took a zip while started to think again. Pros and cons. Thomas VS Oliver.

(Did you líke my new posts? )

( Took me a while to remember the context though )

(Yeah, it was a while since I posted theose posts. I wish I could continue with some other stuff too, but I have to go. BYe! :hug )

( Bye )

I tried to find out who had it been, but again predictably, the number was hidden. Frustrated, I waited some more. With that weird timing, I'd been hoping it'd meant something, like some sort of ironic literal call of fate.

()

Who was that? I asked curiously, after Peter had finished speaking, and had hung up.

Adam, he answered shortly. I gaped.

Adam? As in Adam, Adam?

Although I'd never met him, I'd heard of Adam Monroe, the man who'd escaped Hartsdale with Peter and who'd healed Nathan. He'd said then that he'd contact again, but nearly a year had passed.

Adam who escaped with me, Peter confirmed, nodding.

What did he want?

He was vague.... said he'd meet me at this address and explain more clearly.

When are we going there, then? I asked. He laughed, and I could see that he hadn't expected me to insist upon joining him. To his credit though, he didn't bother arguing.

Tomorrow, I think. I'll see what quick flights I can find.

Why bother? I laughed. You can fly yourself!! Or teleport!!

Where are we? I asked immediately. Is this the place?

Montreal, Peter nodded. He confirmed it was the listed address. I moved closer to the building, looking, and wondering aloud why Adam had asked Peter to meet him here. I noticed some sort of design on the top of the doorway, which felt weirdly familar. I was sure I'd seen it before, but I couldn't place it.