[ buggin' ]

peter parker | photo journalist | vigilante —— ❝ you've found my weakness —it's small knives ❞ body, a:hover {cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/toons/too-4/too386.cur), progress !important;} mixture of movie, comic + tv

[quinningly]

After spending time planning out her first misdoing in the city, Harley sets out to sector three, the sector with the biggest crime rate out of the entire city. She figured that she would find something fun over there or a great set of jewels to steal. With a bag and trusty mallet, Harley sets of to this notorious part of the city. The destination was pretty wrecked with various tough guys lingering around, passing glaces at her only to laugh and dismiss her just because of her outfit. Everywhere she looked, there was either a fight or a petty robbery happening. It reminded her a bit of Gotham, though something told her that this place probably won’t have that much to offer with jewelry.

Then, in an instant, Harley’s caught off guard by gunshots nearby and cars stopping just a few feet away. She panics and tries to escape from the chaos, moving quickly to avoid getting caught in the fire. Just her luck. She didn’t even get to beat around any of the tough thugs! Right when she finally gets away from the terror, a person wearing some costume that only a doofus would wear landing before her with his arms folded.

"Oh look, another super zero." Harley rolls her eyes as she sighs loudly. Well, he didn’t look that much like a hero. Maybe he’s just some kid playing dress up just so he can get attention. What a brat. So, he decides to underestimate her just because of her outfit. Lovely, just lovely. "I’m not just a clown girl, ya moron. I’m a harlequin, thank you very much. Zombie cheerleader doesn’t even come close. Maybe you should touch up a bit more on all the different costumes that exist. And what are you supposed to be, huh? Some sorta nerd goin’ around berating other’s because their costume just happens to be better than yours? Boy, you sure got a nasty head on your shoulders.” She clicks her tongue and drops her bag while retrieving her mallet from it. Then, she swings it around in the air for a second. “I dunno why ya decided to pick a bone with me, but if ya decide to get in my way, then I’m gonna have to get rid of you like the pesky bug you are.”

[venatorias]

     [ great so not only had he chanced upon finding a criminal wearing some dodgy costume, but she was full of it, too. then again, she was half-right about the whole outfit thing. cheerleaders didn't wear nearly as much face paint. as she withdrew the mallet from her bag, peter remained still for the most part, merely watching as she swung it about her head. pretty impressive but... still just a mallet after all. perhaps confidence had dispersed during the first few hours of his hive city experience, but soon enough it had come charging back, hitting him square in the chest and causing him to severely doubt the capabilities of the harlequin and her hammer. ]

     "ooh, ouch. jeez, no need to flat out own me. you're a real sweet peach, you know that?"

     [ well, at least she'd grabbed the bug idea. ]

     "hey i'm sure that mallet can be really scary but i'm not really in the mood for whack-a-spider. just drop the bags and we can forget about the whole costume-dissing thing, hm? you can carry on wearing that weird ensemble of red and black and i'll carry on with my awesome design. that seems fair. "

     [ peter paused, eyeing the weapon of her choosing as he cautiously awaited her response. either way, it was bound to be entertaining. get it? because she looked like a clown? alright, it was bad but that didn't stop him from smiling behind the mask. he'd only been in the city a few days, a week tops, so it was about time the opportunity arose for a good old fashioned bust up. from what he'd heard, the city was overrun with dangerous criminals and whilst little miss harlequin didn't seem like the most threatening of them all, at least it was one bad guy - or girl - off of the streets of hive city. ] 

[sagitto-deactivated20140603]

[ She takes to blinking frantically, in the hopes that it’ll speed up the disappearance act of the bright spot in front of her vision. It’s beginning to recede a little around the edges, now, which does wonders for her mental state but doesn’t stop her heart from hammering in her chest double time, like she’s just run a marathon without stopping. It’s a strange, somewhat unwelcome feeling, because it takes a lot to scare Kate Bishop into this kind of condition. At least now she knows that she can put potential blindess on her list of things to absolutely avoid when on the job, right next to being run over by a car going at full speed and getting kidnapped by the Russian mafia.

It takes her a moment to sense that the stranger is offering his arm as a method of steering her over to wherever he’s picked out, and she almost laughs out loud at the action. She still can’t see. But she’s beginning to feel ashamed for lashing out at him, given his decidedly sweet disposition. It seems that he really hadn’t meant for this, and he’s doing his best to try to make amends— she figures that the least she can do is try the same, herself. So she allows herself to be lead over to the bench and sits herself down on it, relieved to find that her vision is returning and strengthening as the seconds pass. Still a little dazed, though. ]

"No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, just— geez, watch what you’re doing with that thing. I nearly crapped myself.”

[ Taking a few moments to rub at her eyes tenderly, she lifts her chin to look up at the boy and attempts a small smile as something of a peace offering. From what she can see, at a glance he seems sheepish, and a little awkward in his own skin. Harmless, then. ]

"Jesus! Stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes, I’m apologising for real. It’s okay, really. I panicked and overreacted. It was just an accident, right? They happen. What were you doing, anyway? Not actively trying to see how far you could impair someone’s sight, I hope.”

[venatorias]

     [ her shift in demeanor settles his soul a little, since he isn't exactly fond - no matter how often it occurs - of being a nuisance to strangers. as she sits and seems a little more comfortable doing so, peter lingers before her, sort of shifting upon the spot as he waits around for some sort of request. instead, she seemed to gather her bearing and then spout something reassuring enough to cause him to sit beside her. ]

     "oh, no. i was just making the most of actually having this thing here."

     [ he'd met people whose possessions were taken, tampered with and altered so that their usage became less impressive and less helpful. the camera, still tucked away in his bag which was where it was probably better off staying, seemed to have remained untouched. everything upon it worked, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. then again, it was hardly a gun or tool. just a simple camera which he had a rather strong liking for. ]

     "i'm not sure what the real point of taking pictures of this place is though. i get the feeling... i'll be here for a while. great. just great."

     [ once again, he'd reminded himself of all the little details as to why he couldn't stay, most of them tugging at his heartstrings and leaving him misty-eyed. still, he offered the stranger yet another twitchy smile before deciding that after nearly blinding her, the least he could do is introduce himself. ]

     "i'm peter by the way. i arrived here a few days ago, if you can even say 'arrived'. does everyone get abducted and taken here or is it a random sort of deal?"

[induratizings-deactivated202103]

Katniss knows that sound all too well, the shuddering snap of a camera going off. She’s had hundreds going off at once before while she smiled a pretty but false smile at them. She doesn’t like being the object of anyone’s attention, let alone anyone with a camera. It’s prying and she feels like she’s being watched, which is true at the moment. Freedom seemed to only last for so long.

Second arrow posed, she switches direction and faces the sound of the camera. Katniss has good eyes and nearly perfect hit. She releases the toy arrow as a warning shot. Her eyes narrow slightly when she notes how the person dodged, but just barely. She categorizes it as lucky while making her way over to the other, long strides taken to shorten the time.

“I wouldn’t have shot it if it was a real arrow, that would be a waste.” She mutters as she passes by the person – male, probably around her age – and retrieves the toy projectile now on the ground. The female is preoccupied with wiping any dirt off the thing before returning it with the others.

She turns back around, scrutinizing the male in front of her before finally speaking again.

“That was a warning shot. You shouldn’t be taking pictures of girls you don’t know without their permission at least. People tend to get the wrong idea.”

[venatorias]

[ when she put it that way... it sounded far worse than his intentions truly were. naturally, he found a hand reaching to run awkwardly throughout the mass of brunet atop his head as he mumbled out a rather intimidated reply. wait, not intimidated. she wasn't intimidating. he supposed it was what she was suggesting that made him feel so uncomfortable. he was a photographer and not in that sense. as he spoke he promptly deleted the photograph from the device, the camera bleeping as he did so. ]

"yeah, i guess you're right. i wasn't... that wasn't why i was taking the photo by the way, in case you wondered..."

[ clearing his name or digging a deeper hole? ]

"deleted. then my name is clear anyway, right?"

[ thus, he showed her the blank screen with the message [ DELETED ] in vision. there was no mistaking it, for whatever good it may have done. ]

"you're a pretty good archer. are you... in a team or something? if not then that seems like a wasted talent."

[ the term team was loosely tossed in, perhaps easy enough to interpret as a simple lexical choice attaining to a school team or athletic club, but also... perhaps suggesting something else. then again, secret identities were as popular as coca cola, and it was doubtful she'd give anything away. well, it was worth the sly input anyway. ]

[girlwondered-blog]

Admittedly, she’d seen that someone else was there. And she chose to perch on this exact rooftop anyways. If they were a villain, it’d be a quick trip to the new jail. And if they were a vigilante, well, she still didn’t know much about this town’s hero biz and without Oracle to help her, it seemed she’d have to do some real field work. So, here it was in the form of… yet another Slade ripoff? Really, how popular was that guy around here?

"Didn’t see your name on it," she replied casually.

"Either way, I don’t think you can really own rooftops. Unless you’re saying you own this building, but… I doubt that."

Judging from his voice, he was around her age, most likely younger. That would have to be some serious Wayne level stuff for him to own this specific brooding building. Plus, she was like 99 percent sure he was like her, someone brought here to this city and so, no way he owned a whole building or something like that.

Deciding that was enough in the shadows, she walked forward, hopefully shedding some light on the situation on his side.

"I’m Batgirl. You should probably tell me who you are too, and what you’re doing here, of course. Unless you want this to turn into a fight in which all my banter involves me calling you ‘Guy in Red Zentai Suit 2.0.’"

[venatorias]

    [ similarly to what she had done, peter had taken to noting whether or not there was a possible villain seated upon the rooftop he had chosen out for the evening. clad in such dark attire, it was honestly hard to make her out with that rich painted black behind her, leaving only stars to tell where the stranger ended and the backdrop of night began. honestly, without the full use of that handy little spidey sense of his, it was pretty hard to tell who was worth trusting and who was better off trapped within a web. as she spoke and he scoffed at her comments, he found her to be less of a threat and more of an amusement, despite how often the two could intertwine. ]

    "hey you never know. i could have been a billionaire or something and bought out this entire sector."

     [ it was shortly followed by a laugh on his part. yeah. right. even harry, with all his dough, would invest in such a scummy part of town. once again he found the love he bore for new york swaying his judgement. eh, it didn't matter anyway. peter shifted, moving so that he could face the stranger a little better and hopefully get a better idea of who it was that had decided to share his rooftop experience with him. since she too had moved a little closer, he could finally make out her face; youthful and sporting a half-trustworthy expression. well, it would have been fully trustworthy had half of it not been covered by some mask thing. then again, he wasn't one to talk. ]

     "spider-man; simple hero enjoying whatever the night has to offer. i'm kidding. this place is a mess, so i thought i'd check it out, maybe help out if i could. truth is i don't even know where to start..."

[whalesharkoyabun-deactivated201]

Jinbei slowly pushes the young man’s arm down with a webbed hand, glancing at him for only a moment to catch his visage. He stood unmoved by his warning. Observing the disgruntled populace of the sector. 

"I’m aware of the risks," he’s going to pretend he didn’t hear that last comment of his, "But what means more here? The safety of many, at the risk of one seems like a fair trade, wouldn’t you think?" He crosses his arms, turning slightly and looking down at the gentleman. "I don’t think I’ll die from this. But I think others might if they get trapped. A fishman’s speed and maneuverability in water is unmatched by anything these citizens have access to." He was determined to help as much as he could. He had an advantage they didn’t, and it was a chance to make a good impression on these humans for his kind. 

[venatorias]

     "there's got to a better way than you diving on in that stuff though..."

     [ but what exactly? he knew full well that three webs weren't going to solve anything and wound probably only strand him somewhere surrounded by the tainted water. as for saving people? yeah, he wanted to as much as that guy seemed to. come to think of it, that guy was pretty heroic to suggest such a reckless idea. yeah, it made sense. so far only a handful of people he'd met seemed the kind to lay down their own life for a stranger. it was rather... nice to meet someone with that idea. it was hopeful, that's what it was. ]

     "even if it doesn't kill you, we don't really know what it could do to you anyway. besides, even if you found somebody, i don't think the water will do them any favors unless they're as thick-skinned as you."

     [ building a raft or something seemed like a silly idea but, since it was the only one he had he felt tempted to raise the point up. the only option was making some sort of crane but that didn't do much for investigating the area and seemed more like a later plan. ]

     "how far do you reckon you'd get through it before you'd need to stop?"

[tomwhardy]

[alubenket]

another commission for Rune. <333

[interiusincendium]

Schu wasn’t used to such unfriendly gestures, at least in the city. As far as she knew, people were always polite, if not civil at the very least, and as the man walked away she discovered just how naive she really was. Next time, she reminded herself to not carry around such a huge canvas, and avoid this situation in its entirely for future plans.

He crouched down to see her eye to eye, and she couldn’t help but smile. She was used to taller people, but he was really tall. This was the first that anyone actually had to crouch down to speak to her. In a way, it made her feel like a kid, but she didn’t mind. She’d much prefer to hear him, so this worked out to her advantage.

"I’m glad you’re alright. I would of felt bloody awful if I’d clocked you on the head with this.. it may not look much, but it’s pretty solid."

She chuckled only slightly, only for bright blue eyes to widen at his offer. He was willing to help out a complete stranger and carry her canvas? She almost wanted to decline, since he’d already helped her out so much already, but the kind tone, along with his smile, convinced her otherwise.

"I-If you don’t mind, I’d much appreciate it."

Moving the canvas in delicate hands, she handed it over to him. It was as if a big weight had been lifted off of her, and she was very grateful for his help. His name got her to smile once more, an even warmer one as he introduced himself.

"It’s a good thing you don’t. I might have to chase after you if that was the case," she joked with a laugh, glad she was not as shaken up as she was a few moments ago. "I’m Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Peter."

[venatorias]

     [ her gratefulness was made apparent by her obvious shift in demeanour, how she seemed to stand just that bit taller after placing the canvas within his hands. it weighed next to nothing to him, so denied that it would be anything but a pleasure to assist the stranger in her venture. lips twitching as he remained smiling at the girl's height he laughed some at her comment, shaking his head despite the fact it so clearly was a joke. schuyler. a peculiar name on all accounts, but he rather liked it. its origins...he wasn't so sure of, though he threw a general stab at somewhere European for the time being. post those thoughts, he rose to his feet and ran a hand rather untidily through his hair; a mere reaction to then having to actually think of something to follow their eventual introductions. ]

     "that's a pretty name... schuyler..."

     [ he runs the word over his tongue just the once before realising how bizarre he must have both sounded and appeared. awareness of the city around him came jolting back following the brief push of someone's hand into his back, causing him to root his feet upon the ground more firmly and nod towards his new friend. ]

     "so where are we going? tell me which way and i'll lead. hold onto my backpack or something if you want"

     [ it was a stupid suggestion really. she wasn't a child, afraid to lose her parent in the street. she was a young woman who simply got swept up too easily by the oceans upon the pavement. still, the offer was there as embarrassing as it may have been. he didn't mind. ]

[venatorias]

[venatorias]

[wingheadcaptain]

[kellyfempire]

Spiderman trio drawing by Ming Doyle. Colored by myself.

I colored this killer drawing by Ming Doyle. Many thanks to Ming for sending me a super nice version of this drawing and letting me post this to my blog. The original can be seen here: Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane, and Peter Parker

[venatorias]

quietly sips orange juice

[themaryjanewatson]

Peter and MJ sketch by J Scott Campbell 

[venatorias]

     [ once again, peter had taken to exploring the crime-life of hive city, his will for protecting the innocent perhaps a little too present since the recent stress of the sudden move and in turn the surprise rewrite of his life. a few days ago he was a normal guy, well as normal as he could have been, just a kid in school occasionally being late for class but always handing in his home work on time. normal. now, he was a resident of hive city, a place he had never heard of but was wishing he had. a constructed, concentrated research base, or something. a fabricated place built for the sole purpose of observation. as if the world didn't already have enough god damn cctv and all that crap. ]

     [ from the side of some busted ex-restaurant peter observed a collection of people down below. although he couldn't hear what they were muttering to one another from such a distance, their frequent shoving implied they were disagreeing on something. peter swung closer, this time sitting behind one of the abandoned cars some few feet from the scuffle. he was barely there for a handful of seconds, when he heard the sound of one man being knocked into the very car he was hidden behind. the scuffling of feet soon followed, as did the sound of distant running. peter looked up. only a single man was left, eyes fixed upon the masked teen who was peering out from the side of the car. peter rose to his feet before speaking, waving a hand around loosely as he attempted to talk his way around the problem... ]

     "what? can't a guy sit around, chilling against some car in the night breeze?"

[sagitto-deactivated20140603]

[ For all the creepy plant life that she swears has been watching her as she attempts to trek through the jungle that the scientists have managed to make a home of for the citizens— she’s not sure how it’s possible that a plant is able to see, but it’s happening, and it’s entirely disconcerting— the district really isn’t all that bad. Sure, weather-wise it’s maybe a little too muggy, because now that she thinks about it she can feel her throat constricting just a little, but all things considered it really isn’t all that different from a sunny day during the height of summer in L.A. In any case, it’s something like a little slice of home, and she’s working on trying to convince herself that she isn’t crazy for thinking that.

So, it’s nice, as far as traversing an artificial jungle populated by sentient plants goes. And then it isn’t. She turns, and is greeted by a flash of light so bright and sudden that it stuns her into complete immobility. She’s vaguely aware that whoever is behind the incident is saying something, speaking words that in this situation sound entirely foreign to her ears because she’s too preoccupied with the fact that she can’t see to focus. There’s an intense bright spot obstructing her vision, a little faded around the edges, but after a few moments it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. The rational part of her understands that whatever this is, it most likely isn’t severe enough to be permanent. She somewhat begins to panic, anyway. ]

"I’m blind. Oh, god, you blinded me. What do I do? Hey, smart guy, what do I do? I can’t go blind, I’m a futzing archer!”

[venatorias]

     [ naturally, he rushes up to her, his height somehow still allowing him to appear as humble as he felt, his words collecting in his throat and exhausting his breath as he attempted to make peace with the stranger. he honestly hadn't meant for that flash to go off and fumbled with the switch upon the camera's side so that a second incident could not repeat. in addition, the camera was stuffed into his backpack, the device quickly zipped out of sight as peter returned his attention to the evidently...angry female. ]

     "i don't think you could go blind from it, the flash isn't nearly hot enough. the worst it could do is just temporarily daze you. why don't you, uh, sit down... over here?"

     [ luckily for peter, there was a bench only a few metres away. he went to guide the partially hysterical stranger over to it, resisting the urge to guide her physically and instead offering out his arm so that she may take it should she choose. how could he have been so stupid? he instantly regretted even bothering to capture the hive city life, thus decided to make up for his mistake by assisting the blinded woman until she sent him away. surely it was the least he could do? jeez, for someone so keen to help people, he didn't have make a mess of it sometimes. ]

     "an archer hm? yeah... i really am sorry about the whole flash thing. it wont last long though, i swear. you can trust me on that, at least." 

[interiusincendium]

Hive City was still a place to get used to. Even though she’d been here for awhile now, the overall largeness of the city was overwhelming to her. Belfast was nothing near this huge; sure, it was probably the biggest city in the northern part of Ireland, but the Irish standard of huge was vastly different. Even as she made her way through the streets, it was crowded to where she had to apologize every time her large, completely painted canvas bumped into someone. She was in a hurry, desperate to get into someplace warm before her canvas got frozen and became unsellable. It was her only source of income as of now, and though it paid really well, she still didn’t want to risk ruining a finished piece of artwork. Besides, she was rather proud of this one, and as the small female maneuvered her way through the city, she vowed to protect this thing from getting ruined no matter what it took.

Unfortunately, she had the luck of accidentally bumping into a rather grumpy man as she avoided clocking a small child in the head. She apologized for it profusely, but he wasn’t having any of it, and pushed her out of the way. With a soft yelp, she stumbled, and ended up bumping right into someone else.To try and stop her fall, along with not hitting this man with her canvas, she’d pressed hard on her feet, and with a wince did nothing but twist it in the process. Luckily, he caught her before she fell, and was glad that he was there, though the whole ordeal left her shaking slightly. She felt terrible, and as she looked up at the taller male her blue eyes scanned his face to make sure she didn’t hit him with her canvas. His question about her being alright got her to nod, if only slightly, before another wince came through when she tried to adjust her body to stand upright .

"I’m alright… I bumped into someone and got pushed. I’m alright, though. I didn’t hit you with my canvas, did I?"

[venatorias]

     [ people were nearly always rude in the city. that was a little touch of home, right there, witnessing the man who had pushed the girl throw up his middle digit before shuffling off, muttering curses under his breath as he shifted out of view. well, he'd heard worse things about london, that the people there were violent more so if you happened to bump into them in the street. he was at least a little grateful that she was alright and they were just in some nyc knock off. he straightened his jacket out of nervous habit before crouching a way to meet her height, aware that his lanky frame might have been a little too tall for their conversation to be entirely audible. ]

     "no, you didn't hit me. not really. jeez, that guy was out of order. but i'm glad you're okay at least..."

     [ he glanced at her hand following the mention of the canvas and noted the large object tucked under her arm and out of harms way. it looked pretty heavy, hardly the easiest thing to carry around a city bustling with people. his attention turned back to the still-trembling girl he noted that she seemed still a little shaken up. he couldn't blame her truthfully, so offered her a weak smile before holding out his hands. ]

     "hey if you'd like... i could carry that for you. it's pretty big, right, so maybe if i hold on to it for you, you can walk without jerks knocking into you like that..."

     [ he offered with the kindest of tones, paying no heed to the crowd having to travel around him due to his crouching. he wished to help her and hoped it wasn't too unorthodox that he wanted to. still smiling, he allowed a nervous laugh to break the momentary silence before he spoke again. ]

     "the name's peter, by the way. don't worry, i wont run off with the canvas or anything!"