Ghost-Spider

closed gwen stacy rp for marvelzombiesrp

[justaflickathewrist]

Aw, Shoot || Open to One

[justaflickathewrist]

@agentjemmaannesimmons

Jemma had to stop back by the labs on her way back from the gym. She had forgotten some files she had promised to look over. 

Jemma nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a groan from the corner of the lab. She hadn’t noticed anyone there when she entered. The girl was hidden in shadows of the corner. She didn’t recall ever seeing her before, but she appeared to be frustrated. It was a common theme in a science lab. Experiments failed more often than they didn’t. 

She felt bad for her and decided to approach her and offer her help. “Would a second pair of eyes help?”

Gwen jolted in her seat, brandishing one of her tools as a weapon before noticing the wide eyes of her “attacker,” slowly processing what the woman had just kindly offered her. Clearly, more kindly than she might have deserved in that moment. Lowering her weapon, she cursed her faulty spider senses.

“Sorry about that,” she breathed out. “Normally, I’d sense someone like less than five feet away from me, but I guess today is just a bad day. But, who’s surprised?” she rolled her eyes with a laugh. “The name’s Gwen, and I’d be stupid to pass up an offer like that, so yes. Very much, please,” she rambled, offering her hand to the clean-cut woman, her long, brown hair swept into a neat ponytail. 

[justaflickathewrist]

Caffeine || OPEN

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@crossedbadluck

“Felicia.” She shook the other woman’s hand. It wasn’t the most articulate greeting, but her mind wasn’t working at full capacity at the moment.

Felicia poured herself a tall cup before downing a good swallow. It tasted awful, but the caffeine hit just like she wanted. “OH That’s the worst. You’d think someone would know how to make a decent cup after living with this.”

Gwen laughed softly, then took a quick pause. She thought over her next words carefully, choosing to refrain from, you could say the same thing about the cure to the zombie virus. Man, mornings really did bring out the cynic in her, huh? She knew she’d regret that fleeting thought after her next jolt of caffeine, already coming back around to understanding that she couldn’t possibly understand the hardships those scientists were going through. The struggles and disappointments they had to bear after years of questions going unanswered. 

Well, maybe she could understand pieces of that last bit.

“Like my dad always says, beggars can’t be choosers,” she offered, extending her mug to cheers Felicia in the early morning rays, the sun finally fully rising to set the fields before them alight in golden flames. 

[justaflickathewrist]

Caffeine || OPEN

[justaflickathewrist]

@crossedbadluck​

The quiet mornings were something she had trouble getting used to. Felicia still woke up some mornings expecting the sound of the streets of New York. Maybe getting a coffee at the shop down the block.

Sadly, the coffee here wasn’t as good. She grumbled a little as she made her way to the mess hall. Whatever the taste, caffeine was caffeine. “Any luck the pot is hot?”

Gwen peered over her mug towards the groggy voice, recognizing the sound as a cry for help. Help only caffeine could possibly give. She’d know.

“God, I hope so. The two cups I’ve had will only get me to lunch,” she groaned with a small laugh before braving one arm outside her blanket to extend to the fellow anti-morning person. “Gwen Stacy, professional night owl, at your service.”

[justaflickathewrist]

Aw, Shoot || Open to One

Why she thought there was even the slightest chance that she could figure out the problem with her web-shooters herself, she couldn’t begin to fathom. Hunched over in the shadowy corner of the lab (she wasn't entirely sure she was allowed in, but here she was) with only the overhead light to guide her, she fudged the wires until her fingers went numb.

After hours of poking and prodding, she slammed her tools on the table, nestling her forehead into the crook of her folded arms with a final groan. It was useless. She was useless. Scavenging would be a hopeless game if she couldn’t protect herself and whoever her partner would be. Guess she’d just...ah, hell. She didn’t know what she’d do from here. 

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[justaflickathewrist]

Caffeine || OPEN

If it wasn’t for the espresso machine brought in by the Scavengers before her, Gwen knew she wouldn’t have survived the day. Haven required a hell of a background check before completely accepting her into their ranks, but she knew it was worth it. Knew she was doing more good here than out on the streets fighting a fight that would be better off not fought alone, so she promised herself two more shots before forcing herself to engage with other human life. 

But the moment was nice. Basking in the morning sun on the porch of her assigned dorm, just the way she and her father had once enjoyed their mornings together. Such peaceful bliss...before the caffeine kicked in and slapped them both back to reality. She could imagine today would be no different from the approach of footsteps in the dirt.