The After Party



Scene Title The After Party
Synopsis Elle spends a bit of time in Harper's apartment after her meeting with him…
Date August 16, 2010

The Octagon

The apartments of the Octagon are among some of the most prime pieces of rental real-estate in New York City. Bright, open, and clean, these apartments are all painted an eggshell white and feature floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a sweeping, unobstructed view of the East River and Manhattan skyline. Hardwood floors spread from wall to wall and through the spacious bedrooms and private laundry rooms complete with washer/dryer utilities.

The open-concept kitchen in the apartment features stainless steel appliances, polished granite countertops, cherry finished cabinets and ceramic floor tile with all the convenience of a modern kitchen. The bathrooms are finished with classic subway wall tile and porcelain floor tile in bathrooms with elegantly designed corner-set curved showers wproviding more spacious shower area along with porcelain pedestal sinks.

Each apartment comes in two or three bedroom designs, each with spacious walk-in closets with individually controlled heating and cooling. The apartment is also set up with free Cable TV and Internet hook-ups in multiple locations.

It's been about an hour since Harper departed for a plane ride out to DC, leaving Elle all alone in his apartment. Most of that was spent laying on his elegant white leather sofa and staring out of the windows as she sobbed her eyes out. It's difficult to learn that parts of your life were a lie; it's even more difficult to learn that you're chipping away lies that you didn't even know were there. It's downright horrible when you keep chipping and chipping at your life, and you keep finding lies. More lies. Nothing but lies.

Elle's childhood wasn't safe from the lies. The electrical shocks that ripped through the form of a child, with the charges lead by her own father, those were erased and replaced with lies. Elle's mother wasn't safe from the lies. Elle had a wonderful mother once, one who cared about her, cooed at her, loved her like nobody ever had before, according to the video her father gave her. And then, after Arthur Petrelli killed her, her own father coerced Charles Deveaux to erase her memories of the woman. On top of all of that, her father defamed the wonderful woman, telling Elle for the majority of her life that her mother was nothing but a bum and had left them. And now…her birthday was fake all along, too. Not even her birthday was safe from the mental manipulations of the Company.

She can't help but wonder what else there is. What else she's suffered at the hands of the Company, at the hands of her own father. Where will the next veil of deceit be revealed? Perhaps she has a long lost sister out there. Or maybe she's not even Bob Bishop's daughter. Who knows any more?

It's painful, not knowing which parts of your memories are real, and which parts of your memories are fake.

Finally, after a good long cry, Elle's raided Harper's fridge and pulled out the cookie dough ice cream he mentioned, and is now sitting at the dining room table, quietly eating it. The picture of her mother is resting on the tabletop next to her, and she stares at it quietly, the silence of her superior's apartment almost deafening in its own way.

"Mom…I wish you were still here. I bet you wouldn't have let Daddy do all of the things he did to me…" She sniffs a few times, wiping those tears that keep flowing away from her cheeks. "I bet if you hadn't been gone, you would've kept me safe…but now, I can't even remember you."

She reaches a hand out, stroking a finger along the cheek of the woman in the picture.

But even as she's suffering this tender emotional moment on her own, the gears are turning in Elle Bishop's head, reprocessing all of the information she's been given recently. All of the lies, the deceit, the pain, they're all grinding out the same message.

The Company must die.

And she wouldn't be so upset if her lying scum of a father went down with it.

Shaking her head, Elle returns the ice cream to the freezer, rinsing off the spoon and setting it in the sink. Her things are gathered up, and she pauses, peering around Desmond's apartment. So clean and pristine, just like him. Before taking her leave, the little blonde makes her way into what can only be Desmond's bedroom, quietly running her finger over the pillow where he sleeps.

It's really bad when you feel more connected to your superior than your father, isn't it?

A small smile on her face, Elle pulls a hair scrunchie out of her purse (it's useful when driving with the windows down!). Slinking into the bathroom, she snatches up Desmond's cologne…and spritzes it on the scrunchie. Then, after taking a nice sniff of the man's cologne, she makes her way out of his apartment, blushing a bit.

Hopefully he won't find out about the fact that she just gave herself a pleasant reminder of him. She never said she wasn't crazy, but he might be disturbed by this. Maybe.

And hopefully, Warren won't find the cologne-drenched hair scrunchie that will be kept by Elle's pillow.

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