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Post by peterparker on Aug 8, 2011 4:38:40 GMT 2
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 *NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -They just don't make news like the old days. Every headline was the same: SPIDER-MAN, MENACE OR MENACE!? Didn't it ever just get old? Peter folded the paper and tucked it under his arm, flipping a coin to the stand owner before stepping down toward the subway station. Once down he gathered his barrings, evaluating the map for his destination: Times Square. The Daily Bugle, his occupational provider, demanded some publicity shots of the parade to be put on in an hours time. With a drowsy yawn he stepped upon the green line bound for his destination. All seemed quiet apart from the rattling of the rails as the train shot off. Peter chose a dusty seat on the opposite side to sit upon, watching as a mother appeased her child, giving her candy from her. A smile formed upon Peter's features at the exchange. It slowly fell as he noticed a hooded youth moving across the line toward her, at the first stop he made a quick grab for her bag, snatching it from her grasp and moved with haste out of the opening door. In a quick motion Peter moved to the side, his arm tucking behind his back and spurting a fine thread of web.
The shot caught the bag, tugging it back with enough force to topple the thief over and pull the bag back. He held the bag up to the woman who was earlier in alarm, screaming after what happened. "Here you are, miss" she took the bag back with shaky hands, unsure of just how Peter had gotten it back but relieved all the same. Her child smiled up toward Peter "I saw it! You're-" Peter help up a finger to his lips, a smile tucked behind it as he winked, signifying to keep it secret. The kid nodded in return as the train began to move again. Peter moved over to look out of the window, seeing the thief in a daze...yet no security apprehending him. Sometimes justice wasn't fully served, but maybe it'd be a short lesson for the misguided youth.
At the next stop Peter watched the woman and child go, her thanks constant before her exit, her daughter waving in tow. Others on the train still seemed not to give an inkling of attention to him or his accomplishment. What more could he expect? It's New York, who cares? At the end of the day Spider-man was still a menace and Peter was still just a photographer and college student, so....nothing special. It's not like he was part of the Fantastic Four or the Avengers, now that was a sweet deal. Not only the glory, but you get paid to do it! Didn't have to get barked out by a mustached doucher to get something in the pocket nor had to eat ramen...for the umpteenth time this month.
Pause came to the train as it went to another pick up stop, six more stops to go for Peter. The subway always welcomed such diverse people, sometimes the kind of people you wouldn't want to willingly encounter. Sometimes, however, you came across a chance meeting. Someone new that you wouldn't have met otherwise...but when does that ever happen?
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(sevenyearshasgonesofast)
WORDS Noooo idea
TAGGED Open!
OUTFIThere!
NOTES Open for anyone 
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Post by sevre on Aug 8, 2011 6:03:11 GMT 2
There's only artificial light here
My flaws hide well here.... ---------------------------------- The train screeched as it came to a sudden halt, groups of people slowly issuing forth from the metallic locomotive, shoving their way through as they hurried towards their destination, paying no heed to the odd girl who stood there, watching them pass with a scowl emblazoned across the messy contours of her face, her black hair matted and hanging before her dark eyes that seemed to frown upon the very existence of homo sapien. She didn't know why she even bothered with their kind. It was obvious that she was segregated from them due to her unique 'attributes', yet she still yearned for even a single companion. A small mew beneath her clothes alerted her to the small feline nestled in her coat, it's tiny skull looming out from amongst her chest as it slowly opened it's eyes to look at her.
A slight smile crossed her face as she embraced the black kitten within her bosom, her eyes trailing back towards the train as the last two people left, a motherly sort and her child. As she brushed past them to gain admittance to the public transport, she watched through the corner of her eye as the kid ran to another lady who had been waiting for the couple, jumping into the girl's arms as though family. Turning away, disgusted by what she witnessed, she cleared the small gap between concrete and train as she made her way on, keeping one arm against her to protect the small life resting within her coat.
As she made her way down the train, lights overhead flickered as she walked past them, a warning to herself that she was still different than they were. She could only hope she had control over her skills in this situation, or else it could end in another catastrophe. Her legs worked their way over a large man sprawled out across one of the train seats, a empty bottle of liquor in one hand, his heavy breathing and horrendous odor suggested he was out of his right mind. The man's hand moved as she manuevered her way past him. Originally she thought it was coming for her, as she found her own hand trailing towards her boot for a hidden weapon she kept there. As the man's hand came to rest on his bulbous gut protruding out form his shirt, she let out a sigh. She was just being paranoid as usual.
She found a vacant seat across from a young man who seemed lost in thought, as she lowered herself into the seat, her back soon meeting the warm leather of the chair. As she made herself comfortable, one of the lights overlooking her seat blew out, showering her in a quick showers of sparks, as her hand reached into her coat to pull out something that looked like a pen, as she brought it to the flesh of her left arm, hastily scribbling a thought that had just crossed her mind, unaffected by the sudden outage of the light above her.
I used to be afraid of cluttered noises
Now I'm afraid of silence...
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Post by peterparker on Aug 8, 2011 7:11:54 GMT 2
WAKEMEUPWHENSEPTEMBERENDS
*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Whoever could forget the sweet heavy scent of the subway. The culmination of infestation, rotting, and likely decay rising in a swirl of what could only be described as grime. The amount of people and things Peter himself had fought down in these tunnels was enough to make him cringe, yet it was the choice transportation still. Call it the New Yorker in him, but he couldn't keep from the trains despite all the complaints he could form for it. He reclaimed his seat as the doors shut, only one passenger boarding on. She wasn't the usual site, furthest from it at this hour. Usually girls of her like came out at the darker times, yet here she was. Her hair looked to be wilder, her look cold, and her eyes carrying a story that he hadn't ever conceived possible. She was different, an oddity, but a grand on at that. Her mystery superseded his curiosity, intrigued by her method of carrying herself.
In a stiff matter of moments he watched her from the corner of his eyes, her alert and tense nature growing obvious to his senses. She was watching the vagrant drunkard at the ready to defend herself. Peter's senses clenched in his mind as he noticed her going for her leg slightly, figuring she may be armed, at the drunkard's arm movement. If a scuffle were to break out, Peter would be sure to quell it as quickly as possible. The lights that had earlier flickered upon her arrival seemed more spastic than usual now in the intense moment. Suddenly, it subsided as the man returned to his lonesome drunken musings. Relief flooded over the young photographer, watching keenly in hope that the girl would feel more secure.
A blaze and flash sparked up as the light above blew out, causing Peter to look upward then shield his eyes. Several a short scream and sound of surprise was heard about the cart. Peter's arm lowered, his sight trailing from the now blown out light to the girl across from him. In a slow and careful move he maneuvered to sit beside her, not looking to her directly at first. He waited a moment for the train to meet a stop, listening to the people begin their conversations again to mask his voice. "So is blowing out lights on trains and eying drunks your thing? Or is this all sort of 'spur of the moment'?" he asked with a playful tone. He wanted to engage in inviting conversation, think that if this girl had some sort of power within trouble could brew.
The next stop came as the doors swung open once more, carrying on once again into a tunnel, darkness falling upon them with the light blown out. Small flashes form the tunnel lights appeared every few seconds to grant a millisecond of luminance. He kept a cautious eye upon her every moment that it passes, his Spider Senses still in high alert of possible danger. He would've directed toward anyone else, but she seemed to be the most insecure in the cart, as well as the most suspicious. The dark appearance didn't help the cause. Who knew, maybe Doctor Doom decided to bring a burden onto the world, or maybe just a pretty girl that didn't see herself as the world could.
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WORDS Lol still no clue
TAGGED Jona!
OUTFIThere!
NOTES O.O let the drama begin!
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Post by sevre on Aug 8, 2011 23:19:01 GMT 2
There's something cold and blank behind her smile.
She's standing on an overpass....
In her miracle mile... Subways....the byproduct of the so-called evolution of man. Here lays the epitome of greed, a vast underworld churning with those wishing to come across their own fortune. Children were snatched, theft was prevalent, the acts of social dominance carved into the damp halls in the form of graffiti. It was truly a filthy contaminated place,desecrated by all who dare tread into this vulgar pit from which the inorganic serpent slithered noisily through the tunnels, the contents of it's stomach visible to all who it passed.
The pen carved deeply into her skin as her flesh began to bleed, gently dripping downward in trails, as she removed the sharp head from the newly opened wound, the plasmic secretion glistening amongst the wet ink, as her eyes violently shot upwards as the remaining lights pulsed even more vigorously, the air thick with a suffocating and malevolent aura that issued forth from her body, quickly enveloping the entire train.
As the lights ceased their flickering, her eyes motioned towards her left toward the unwelcome presence beside her. As her gaze slowly analyzed the man who had come closer through the corner of her eye, she was rather unappeased with his appearance. As though that was not enough, the locomotive came to a halt, the man beginning to speak to her of all people. Her lip curled into a brief snarl before the train began to move again, several people now filling up the spots that were once vacant before.
Jona's head would turn slowly towards the young male, her tongue flickering outwards as it ran across her cracked lips in an attempt to moisten them, before she decided to speak. "It was by mere chance that the lights blew out. Misfortune is not something to be meddled with, so you'd be wise not to mention this." Her head lowered, her lowered eyes casting a sinister look at the boy as she muttered the last bit towards him.
She would not explain herself to someone who seemed so common, so perfectly melded with this dislocated society. It was his kind, that made her revolt this society even more so, these ignorant heretics with their false conceptions of truth. She could never see herself associating with such an individual. At the most, he could be manipulated just like every other simple minded pawn she had used so far. You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away... ------------------------------------- Lyrics: Coma White Artist: Marilyn Manson Notes: Along came a spider that sat down beside her...... ^^ |
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Post by peterparker on Aug 8, 2011 23:48:55 GMT 2
WAKEMEUPWHENSEPTEMBERENDS
*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Modern marvels carved every corner of the fine city that was Manhattan. Every edge, nook, and cranny architecturally designed to fit into the grid that was this small world. So many were so fond of it because of the atmosphere that came with the greatness. The cast steel and iron that loomed and towered like giants upon a kingdom. The sounds and constant clamor. The way that the city never slept. It was all there, it was all for him, the city was his home. Just as many others felt, the same impression was on them all. It was the people, however that made the city earn it's name. The oddity and different people you could run into, like the girl Peter had just encountered for instance. Was she the norm? Not particularly, but there was something about her to be cautious of.
While lights flickered, Peter let his gaze follow the girls arm which she seemed insistent on mutilating. His brows climbing up northward at the action of forcing herself to bleed. As she drew that blood, Peter went for his natural reaction. He scourged around his messenger bag, relieving it of it's large bandage pack, withdrawing one and offering it to her. "Here, just take it. No buts" he insisted, moving to place it in her hand. No one should be so adamant with feelings to harm themselves in such a way. He wasn't noticing, however, how she was reacting. Her eyes moving stunningly and her actions emitting a foreign aura that he could feel pounding against his Spider Senses. His hold on his bag tightened, she may not have been as friendly as he had thought.
Her expression at his arrival gave a hint that he was less than desired. Not that he was expecting a warm welcome, but to instantly be off on the nerdy youth was more than enough to take to heart. Her dark appearance contrasted with his light and off the cuff/indie appearance in a fine clash. It was hard to tell which one of them was more out of place.
The threatening underlay in her tone made it apparent, more than earlier, that she wasn't in for polite chit-chat. He was at the ready the whole while. "Looks to me like we've hit a snag, meddling is what I do best and misfortune never eludes me" he gave her an investigative look as the train pulled to a screeching halt in the middle of the tunnel. The lights flickered out and shouts began to raise. Over it the voice of a woman could be heard through the intercom, sounding as though in panic. Peter stood with a passing glance to the odd girl, peering out of the window then moving up toward the front of the cart. He let his eyes close, trying to relax passed the screams and concentrate. After a moment he sensed the presence a good whiles away of a train equally speeding toward their own. His eyes shot open as he moved to the door. Peter waited until all were preoccupied and not one paid him mind, then forced the side door open enough to slip through and down. Once making contact with the ground he changed into his Spider-man get up, filing his bag back in through the door quickly and under the nearby seat where no one would see it. He pulled his mask on snugly and looked down the way, seeing the faint lights. It was about ten minutes away.
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Post by sevre on Aug 11, 2011 5:08:05 GMT 2
Despair’s the new survival
A pointless point of view.... Dark...Dreary.....Dangerous..... Three words that could accurately describe the subways of New York. Yet there was one more, beautiful. As the lights issued through the windows of the train, the brief illumination was cast upon the graffiti amongst the walls, the voice of those wishing to be heard amidst the dripping pipes and intoxicating smell of mold and urban decay. It was for such simple acts of creativity that Jona found herself on these wretched creations and for that alone.
Nearly overtaken by her own thoughts, she returned to the present situation to find the boy holding out a bandage to cover her wound. As her eyes strayed away from the boy towards the writings imbedded in her limb, she let a sarcastic smile cross her face.
"And why would I want to ruin such a beautiful piece of art with some foul wrappings." She muttered these words in that same dark, nonchalant tone she had been using the entire time, low enough to only be heard by the boy beside her, and noone else, as she admired the blood trickling down the length of her arm.
The girl would continue sitting there, her head turned in the opposite direction to the boy, as the last of the luminescence overhead blew out, the shrill sound of metal upon metal filling her ears as the train screeched to a pause. It's happening once again, the travesty of cataclysmic events unfolding before their eyes, Jona would think as she pulled herself back into an upright position, her feet trailing as her hand gently maneuvered across the walls, feeling her way to the door with relative ease. As her hand ran across the door, the door felt weak, as a slight assertion of pressure sent the door crashing to the ground as Jona jumped out into the pitch black tunnel.
As her skull tilted to the side, the faint beam of another train could be seen in the distance. With the current trajectory, it would hit the one she had just exited with enough force to massacre all within. Most people would cause a riot, as those still in the train were, but then again Jona wasn't like those cowards clinging onto their lives as though they meant something. She remained still as a statue in the embracing shadows, a smile plastered across her almost demonic features, as she eagerly awaited the collision, her lips muttering the words, "Perhaps today wouldn't be so boring after all." She however remained oblivious to the individual who had just sprung himself form the train in an effort to save the passengers. When the obsession with death
Becomes a way of life
Dead is the new alive..... ------------------------- Lyrics: Dead Is The New Alive Artist: Emilie Autumn Notes: Aww, did I do that? |
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Post by peterparker on Aug 11, 2011 17:15:04 GMT 2
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*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Darkness, the fitting scene for conflict as ever. Peter would have to practice his constant vigilance in order to ensure safety at the moment. The frightened passengers cemented that this wasn't just the ordinary occurrence. Somebody was doing this, someone was endangering all of these lives. The purpose for such an act was beyond him, likely someone with a sick satisfaction for harming the innocent.
Eyes narrowed as the bandage was withdrawn. he bleeding arm as well as the look on her face signifying something disturbed within the girl. She had a look about her, a way in carrying herself that shouted unstable. He made an effort to peer over slightly, see what she had mutilated her arm to scribe. In that moment he found that she might've not been the cause of her own actions, it could go hand in hand with the situation at hand. "Lady, you've got a really funny sense of what art is. Although, could be avant garde" he teased before going about his way to get out of the train.
Spider sense began to go wild as he sensed another presence exiting. He jumped atop of the train cart, peering over to see the girl from earlier. From the shadows surrounding her, he could see an almost pleased expression, however in the distance he could hear the train steadily approaching. He turn and propelled himself forward, running the length of the train, shooting a line of web once finishing. He swung around the bend then down for a while longer, finding an oncoming train a good ways away, the source of the light. He looked in as the conductor began pulling breaks to stop the train's movement. Peter positioned himself at the front, extending webs to each side of the wall and holding them taunt.
With grit teeth Peter kept his hold steady, giving no break to his concentration. His muscles tightened as a sound of pain began to spurt forth. He kept spewing more webs, the trains near collision. In a last effort he pulled harder, bringing the train to stop right before the other one, people's screams subsiding. Peter let out a heavy sigh, dropping down to land upon his feet. He went over to the other side, coming pointedly toward the girl from earlier. "Hey! What's the bright idea? Do you realize those people could've died?!"
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Post by sevre on Aug 12, 2011 4:39:45 GMT 2
Karma.. She often worked in mysterious ways, often resulting in the most unfortunate of circumstances. Jona herself served as the vessel for this dark goddess. It was for this reason many had come to know her by the name Cataclysm. Even now, the will of Karma was in effect, and all she was able to do was watch, for she had not the skillset to apprehend such a situation when it occurred.
It was rather strange though. At first it was rather unnerving to watch these humans slaughtered before her eyes as though it came from some grotesque horror film. Now, however, she recognized the event to be a work of art, the twisted features of the corpses preserving their most beautiful emotions of the despair carved upon their faces. For it is only in the wake of death, that one truly discovers how a person is, face to face with their own mortality. Just the thought sent butterflies through Jona's spine, as this was to reunite her muse and provide inspiration.
As her eyes widened in anticipation, the second train came to an abrupt stop merely inches from the other. The look of shock etched across her features were unseen in the dim light, yet she could feel a sense of disappointment welling up within her bosom, as the sound of screaming ceased, only to be replaced by a single voice angrily calling towards her. Her eyes darted upwards as they squinted to see the faint silhouette of a man making his way towards her, her hand slinking downwards towards her shoe towards the hidden dagger as she began to speak coldly towards the shadowy entity.
"You wouldn't understand the meaning of misfortune. It is through their own misdeeds that they were chosen. I only serve as Her catalyst, through which Her power flows. Such a thing remains beyond my control...." |
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Post by peterparker on Aug 16, 2011 5:25:40 GMT 2
WAKEMEUPWHENSEPTEMBERENDS
*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At first instinct, Peter ascertained that it must've been the same circumstance as Black Cat. Bad luck must've followed this girl around, left her in a wayside state...but she seemed to enjoy it, the torment, the torture, the pain and the danger. It was sickening and maddening. Frustrating and yet intimidating. He'd have to subdue her, a danger to society, civilians, and their standard of living. More than that, herself.
The faces aboard the train he saved, the small children and the mothers. They were endangered by this girl who seemed to just not care. He couldn't stand it, he couldn't take the thought that someone would simply wish to cause other people harm...no reason but just to do that. He felt sickened, ashamed to have been around such an individual.
His stance formed into that of combat ready as he met within range of her. His spider-sense was going completely berserk, directing toward her shoe. He quickly reacted, firing a wad of web toward her foot in an effort to catch her hand as well. He then moved toward her, bound to strike her. "You're completely insane, lady. I'll have to knock some sense into you!" she spoke as though her powers were beyond her control, something that Peter didn't take for as her actually reasoning. She chose to ride the train and endanger others, that's not fate. It was her choice, just as he felt it was her choice to get herself into the fight that was now unfolding.
With a small reach back he grabbed the side of the train and pushed himself toward her, a directed kick aimed right at her.
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Post by sevre on Aug 18, 2011 4:58:44 GMT 2
Superstition. It is from such a onslaught of paranoia and delirium that Jona derived her powers. Mistrust filled people's minds full of deceitful lies, and in turn led them to fear the unexplainable phenomenon known as luck. They constantly dabbled in the arts of gambling, staring misfortune in the eyes as they lost it all. Hers was a similar game, except with greater stakes. Such was the way of misfortune, and this dangerous game to which she provided the fuel granted her the name Cataclysm in some audiences. Spider Man was just another name,and a rather uncreative one at that.
As her hand quickly was covered in a white resin, her eyes shot upwards towards the man, a look of pure disgust etched into her face, as her eyes seemed unusually grim as her fingers gripped the dagger, struggling against the sticky substance restraining her hand. As she kneeled down there, her eyes would continue to follow the silhouette of the mutant as her left hand flew forward in front of her, a wave of black flames erupting from her open palm towards the assailant.
As she managed to free her hand from her boot, she shot backwards in much the manner of an angered cat, as several more arcs of black flames crashed towards the figure, engulfing everything she could see with the ominous glow of the shadowfires. Of course, there was no direct priority other than harming the individual who sought to do the same to her.
As her finger, still covered in the sticky substance shot backwards once again, nearly avoiding the foot of the masked man, as another wave of shadowfires came from behind, her lips forming a sneer as she despised such a self righteous man.
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Post by peterparker on Aug 18, 2011 17:10:32 GMT 2
WAKEMEUPWHENSEPTEMBERENDS
*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Choices. They reigned supreme in human nature as well as everyday life. In every moment you make a choice, sometimes involuntarily. The choice to breath, the choice to see, the choice to listen, and the choice to live. Things we feel we can't control, but we do to survive. We choose for ourselves, we choose for others. Much like Peter chose today to ride the subway, as did this girl who chose to take the train. She chose to endanger as Peter chose to rescue. If he hadn't been there this day he feared the catastrophic crisis from all of those lost lives, how justice would've failed that day. Yet 'fate' would have it as 'destiny' also would. If it were something more than pure choice that led him here to be a rescuer, than he'd find himself a believer. However, the likelihood of such things was far from anything he had before fathomed. There were many oddities in this world, but none that were so off the mark. He wasn't like them, he wasn't some mutant that was born with a burden or a blessing. He was a hero, given these powers from an accident, yet doing all he could to be a protector. From what he had learned in the media, he'd never want to be one of the mutants.
In the web heads agile move he caught sight of the woman's burst of what seemed to be black flames. He pushed off the adjacent wall, performing a vault flip, barely evading the burst, and shot a web line to the other side of the train. He swung back around to land behind her.
More burst of black flame came his way, Peter moved to cling to the wall to dodge the first few then the ground to dodge more, his forearm slightly caught in the movement, then shot web to the ceiling, swinging toward her with speed. "Can't have you roasting up the whole tunnel, now can I?" he quickly quipped before moving to kick off the wall and firing several web balls her way.
His kick missed the mark and left him off balance, he shot two web lines to the ceiling and regained balance, using them to propel him upward in time to dodge the shadow fires. He web lined straight down playfully and stopped right in front of her, dangling upside down. "Judging from how things are going, I'd take it making out is out of the question? I guess I can settle for this!"he moved to release the web and drop his legs strongly in a flip kick toward her, rolling it off away from her, then flipping over in the roll to land in a fighting stance.
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Post by sevre on Aug 25, 2011 5:11:47 GMT 2
Disappointment. Whether it was something as minor as losing the lottery you never had a chance to win in the first place or it was your old dog finally peeling over after being sick for so many years,life was full of disappointment. All must face it in some form or another no matter what magnitude was given. It was just her ill fate that today would beckon that disappointment of having been unlucky.
Having rarely faced even the most minor of combat with these superhumans, Jona now found herself cursing her misfortune, her nails digging into the subterranean dirt as she dropped to all fours. As the figure flew above her, using one of the nearby walls as a springboard, the rails underneath her made a horrid screeching noise as they bent upwards to provide a barrier from what she half expected to come her way, the aura around her beginning to suck in all visible forms of light.
As she flew back onto her feet, she took off at a sprint towards the opposite end of the tunnel, as the figure once again appeared before her, this time hanging from the ceiling. As she flashed the man a look of pure hatred, her hand flew upward as the man's foot came crashing down upon her, knocking her back onto her posterior, as her eyes cast a loathing glare towards the individual, her hand rubbing the back of her head gingerly.
"As expected, you have no intention of letting me leave, do you?"
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Post by peterparker on Aug 27, 2011 19:29:40 GMT 2
WAKEMEUPWHENSEPTEMBERENDS
*NEVERFORGETSWHATILOST!(likemyfather'scometopass)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oddities surrounded every moment of everyday life, more of which when your life consisted of powered individuals and crisis spurting up at different pivotal times. For some reason things seemed more difficult around this girl, however. Peter was nearly dodging things he easily maneuvered in the past, he missed attacks that he could ordinarily land, and he was so close to letting the impact happen despite his best efforts. He was slipping up, he had deducted it to taking it easy on her because she was a female over any other possibility.
All light ceased to ignite in the tunnel, the sound of twisted metal raising to Peter's ears as he pulled a quick dodge move, his leg catching the end of a beam and coursing pain upward. It was a foolish mistake he would never make, it sending him off course into saving himself by springing from the wall to the ground.
No additional quip could be made as her hand connected with his jaw at the moment of his flip. He landed upright and rubbed the place of impact. He watched her move to stand and arched a brow behind his mask. "Of course I do, in handcuffs" down the tunnel he hears approaching steps, likely belonging to about ten men. Their flashlights showing them growing nearer. "And look at that, New York's finest at their work of getting to a place late" he looked over to her, still at the ready if she struggled. "Now be a good little wannabe villain and wait for the authorities to take you away to happy crazy people land"
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Post by sevre on Aug 31, 2011 5:00:11 GMT 2
The dim light cast a ominous glow across the face of Jona's assailant as she recognized who it was. She had heard of the masked man's characteristics in a newspaper once before, some old decrepit article from a Daily Bugle or some other name she could care less about. Once again, she found herself swearing profanities under her breath as she cursed her misfortune. Of course, of all the people she could run into, it had to be the self righteous hypocrite known simply as Spider-Man. Yet there was something about him that seemed vaguely familiar, now she had the chance to let it brew in her mind. Her thoughts instantly wavered to the prissy boy she had encountered on the train. It wasn't everyday one met two individuals with such unique characteristics, which only left one scenario clear.Perhaps this man and the one on the train were the same, in which case, she could benefit from this.If such a thing was true, she only needed to confirm it by removing the man's mask. After that, it was mere child's play, just locating the boy's name and auctioning off the information to local journalists who would pay a handsome fee for such intel.
As her figure rose up, her arms folded up behind her back, she maneuvered her body up against the wall of the tunnel. Her fingers ran up against the rocky surface,as another twisted smile formed across her face as she formulated her method of approach. As cracks slowly began forming in the rock around her hands, her aura remained dark, her lips beginning to move as she caught the last bit of what the man had to say, replying back in her own sarcastic tone."Aw, how sweet....It's not every day a man wants to put me in handcuffs. I like the way you think, yet I'm not gonna submit just because you try to seduce me."
As her eyes wavered over to the group rapidly approaching the area, a fissure had formed in the contour of the stone, quickly shooting upwards across the ceiling of the tunnel. The sound of the shifting rock was an clear indication of what her target was: the train still full of passengers. If she had been smiling before, it was no comparison to the demonic expression on her face now, as she whispered in an almost psychotically giddy voice. "You have a choice. Either stay here and make sure little ol' me doesn't get away or go and rescue those people to whom you dedicate your life to protect. I daresay there's not much time before the ceiling caves in on them."
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Post by peterparker on Sept 11, 2011 5:10:18 GMT 2
She wasn't making it obvious or easy. Someone with such...ability hadn't ever revealed themselves until this chance meeting on a train, and the havoc that resulted from it. Her willingly boarding the train knowing her ability was a villainous act if he ever saw one: endangering innocents. People that never wanted trouble with their lives put in danger. With great power comes great responsibility, not something difficult to grasp nor something that people couldn't learn. Lack of self control, inability to empathize...he hated that sort of thing. The way people could treat one another so callously without the slightest inkling of remorse for their actions. He eyed her as she seemed to be studying him despite his quick motions, she was up to something and he wouldn't yet let her get away with whatever it is she is up to.
Peter arched a brow, slowly advancing toward her as she was in backward motion. His expression looked slightly repulsed by her words. "Yeah...so let's pretend you didn't say that so I can't jump to you being insane. But if you would like to keep it on the table, crazy, then we'll find the least kinky pair of handcuffs for you so you don't...get...excited?" his tone tilted upward, uncertain of just what this girl found as seduction in restraining. These criminals, getting sicker and sicker everyday. Sure, she didn't fit the conventional 'criminal' type, but he was up to labeling her. She was causing horrible events rather willingly, justice had to be served.
Peter had to fight to keep his footing as the shakes began. His eyes evaluating his surroundings before looking to the approaching officers in the distance having more trouble keeping their footing. The shouts of the people on board the train led to Peter's eyes snapping toward the trains, his eyes behind the mask widening before quickly turning back to Jona. The ultimatum she presented wasn't to his liking, but he had to come up with something. He let his mind come to quick work. 20 people in that train cart in the line of danger, the whole train holding 100. The damage from it collapsing likely causing the death of all them, including the other 100 on the other train. Evacuation was the key, but time was of the essence. The policemen were getting their footing now and making their way over. He gave her a narrowed look behind the mask. "This isn't over, you better run...far and fast" he quickly shot a line behind him and zipped onto the train, the glass bursting as he landed on his feet to the shock of the surrounding people. "Everyone get off NOW" people looked at him in bewilderment before the train shook and they began to rush the doors. Peter forced the locked door open as people spilled out, quickly working to do the same on each compartment on both trains. The people, with the officer's help, began to make for safety top side. Peter got behind the furthest train and gritted his teeth together, pushing with all his might and releasing a strained sound, moving the train slowly down the track as it push the other one when they softly collided. He pushed harder to move both before looking up to see the cracks.
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