Life, or something like it.

It had been a few months since Pietro had dropped off the face of the planet. Though actually, he hadn't. At least, not in the literal sense.

No, instead with some money in the right spots, a few strings pulled, and now there was a young man living in Manhattan. Working as a freelance writer, Peter Frank was just another struggling artist. A small flat in the city, he was everything like a normal man.

The only hints of his past was the photos that were on the wall of his bedroom that only he saw. Ones of a beautiful daughter. A wife that refused him. A twin sister who was slowly going insane. There was a newspaper article cut out announcing Lorna's happy news, framed now with the rest.

Pietro had learned a very hard lesson recently. That he needed to learn to stand on his own two feet and stop depending on others for how he was going to live his life. He needed to find his own identity beyond "Magneto's Son", "Wanda's Brother"...

His blackberry went off on his desk and he walked over to it. It had been months now since he had used his mutation. He needed to do this, without being a mutant.

Smiling at Mike's note about the karaoke, he put the pager back down. He'd write Mike back later and let him know that he wouldn't be going, but maybe another time.

Of course he would forget to do that. Forget as he sat in front of the computer, working away at his latest piece of journalistic art... completely unaware of what was happening in the rest of the world he had once lived in.

People came in and out of his life all the time. Right now, it was his turn to be out. They'd be there when he decided to be in again... at least, he hoped.


ooc: just a quick post to let everyone know where Pie is. He's kinda quiet these days, but I think he has an idea as to what he wants to do soon.