Simply Amazing (Spidey Plot)

[spidy]

"Wow this place is big,"

Westchester County, New York. Home of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. A "reporters gold-mine" as his boss so put it. And a gold mine was what Peter really needed right now if he wanted to save his job. He was a little worried about taking statements from some of the students and teachers,

With the events taking place in San Francisco recently, everyone was talking about mutants and this so called cure. J. Jonah Jameson wanted his front page of the Daily Bugle lined with shots of the school and "freaks" as he liked to put it. Being a "freak" himself, he was not amused at this boss calling mutants that. He chose to not give his opinion though, as he would probably get fired.

Walking through the gates, Peter readied his camera, stopping occasionally to snap shots of the scenery and the institute. Out of the corner of his lens, he spotted a girl sitting by herself, seemingly engrossed in the book she was reading. He didn't want to disturb her, but she was the only person around at the moment and he needed to get some statements.

Walking up to her, Peter stood there for a second before coughing into his hand and raising his badge ID for her to see.

"Peter Parker, Daily Bugle, was wondering if I can get a picture as well as a couple of question's answered?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

[yehrmawm]

Oh the joys of being Gwendolyn Lecter. The girl that had so many rough edges and so many nasty quirks that no one could easily be considered a friend. She'd only given herself the chance to talk to a few of them, and thus far only one was good enough for her to continue to talk to. There were people that had been friendly enough, but she wasn't into friendly. She wasn't into sitting around and having a conversation about something she scarcely cared for. She didn't want to hear about their powers, because honest to God, if there was one, she didn't give a shit.

Thus she found herself in front hall, sitting just next to the steps upon the floor. She wasn't out of sight but she hoped she gave off the vibe that she didn't want anything to do with anyone. The hall was pretty empty, anyway. It wasn't like the kids hung out here. She could read in peace over the same lines for the millionth time of a book that she adored more than anything. Many might suspect she was a dreamer. Maybe she was. Maybe she wanted to have a happy ending like a Midsummer Night's Dream. Or maybe she wanted to be the Puck for the rest of her life. Well, her own kind of Puck. There was no Oberon there to tell her what to do. She was quite thankful for that.

She turned her head as she heard a voice. Wow this place is big. She watched as an older gentleman, attractive enough entered the building. She wondered if he even belonged here. As he came forward, she realized he was coming towards her. She didn't frown but she wouldn't lie, she didn't want the company. Especially when said company didn't seem to belong there anyway.

As he introduced himself she was unable to hide the smile on her face. Oh, really? He was here for that. Questions and pictures? Well, she could help him there. Sure. She could help him. A smirk on her face she nodded her head.

“Sure. What do you need me to do? I can pose.”