Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 10:55:06</strong>
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				Peter Parker.<br><br>The Spectacular Spiderman.<br><br>He wasn’t feeling all that spectacular right now. Having unmasked his best friend as being addicted to Gobulin Greene and in those blacked out moments terrorizing the city as the Green Goblin, was a strong blow to his morale. Not just because his friend had been slipping into it for months already, without Pete truly noticing. But also, because Harry now was in Europe, for an undetermined time, to go through intensive rehab and to stay far away from the indirect pressure of his father that led to the addiction in the first place.<br><br>Not only that, but his other best friend, Gwen Stacy, now seemed to truly have cut all ties with him. Their friendship had been waning after the Lizard incident, with Peter taking photographs of a transformed Dr. Connors. It had lost him his assistant position, his friendship with Eddie Brock, muted his friendship with Gwen… and had eventually turned Brock into Venom.<br><br>Life was going far from great. His refusal to join the Football team, after his outstanding try-outs was taken by Flash as a personal insult. It only served to increase the bullying, the pranks and the general unliveable conditions in High School for any geek. For Peter was a geek, as they say. Utterly brilliant in fact. His teachers in sciences and maths predicted a great future for him.<br><br>Now, after Thanksgiving holidays, at the start of Junior year’s second term, things had gone downhill rapidly. The bullying increased, but now Gwen, whom had gone through a complete makeover, apparently joined the in crowd with her gorgeous new looks. Mary Jane, whom Peter had thought could be his friend, had abandoned him and joined the in crow as well, by Gwen’s side, forming the new core of ‘top’ girls as being the two prettiest ones.<br><br>Mary Jane had proven earlier she had a sharp tongue. But apparently Gwen liked being in the lead of the superior group after suffering as the female underdog for so long.<br><br>The most frustrating part of all, was the fact that Peter wouldn’t have to take it all if he wanted to. He was stronger than the whole school together, thanks to his Spider-abilities. But no, he had to be ridiculed here and then spent his evening being beaten to a pulp for people that hated him because of the Bugle.<br><br>Sometimes, he really wanted to give up. He had often contemplated drinking the gene cleanser developed by Connors’ wife. He hadn’t done it so far, clinging to the gratitude he received each time he saved the life of someone. And he needed to be there for his aunt, who was struggling after her heart attack. Not only that, but he had made a promise on uncle Ben’s grave. He couldn’t disappoint his uncle again.<br><br>But every person had his limits…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 11:16:32</strong>
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				<em>'Aww jeeze... back to the grind, I guess...'</em> Lee thought to herself as she approached the school. Not that she particularly disliked school, there just wasn't much to like either. It was simply the same-old same-old, no matter what school she attended, in what state or city, or even what grade, it was simply all the same. The geeks and nerds got picked on by the social royalty (a.k.a. the jocks and cheerleaders and those pretty enough to have to be neither), the average nobodys wished they were somebody, and the social rejects slipped by without much recognition. <br><br>Not that sliding under the radar was a necessarily bad thing, because it wasn't. Aside from the occasional snide comment, dirty look, or mild jab, Lee found she didn't have to worry about other students that much. Sometimes it helped to be so different, and indifferent to others, that the bullies didn't find it worth their while to pick on her after the first little bit. Obviously being different was a choice, rather than something that some people couldn't help. That made all the difference in the world, or in highschool anyway.<br><br>Lee was very different, as far as outward appearances went: pale skin, cool gray eyes, and black hair were all normal. The somewhat short-cut to her hair that she tended to keep half-twisted up in an almost bun (most of it fell out within a few minutes of being put up) was not. Especially coupled with the chopsticks she used to make the bun. Then there was the usual T-shirt and baggy black pants, combat boots underneath, and chains hanging from her pants on some days. Then, just to keep things interesting, sometimes there would be a brightly colored portion to the outfit, or the whole thing. Wearing a lime-green dress randomly in the middle of the week did tend to turn heads. Basically, she was random. Though today, the small young woman was all bundled up, in black and violet: Black beanie, black gloves, black jacket and pants (with chains today) and a bright violet scarf.<br><br>A little early, she had plans to do a tidbit of searching around before class, having a particular classmate she needed to find. And, not one to really pay attention to who was in what class, she figured before school was better than listening to role-call and trying to identify while attending class. It's not like she cared much, usually, about who was where at what time, even if she did spend class time with them. She kept her head down, and answered just enough questions that the teachers knew she was paying attention, but not enough to garner undue notice from the rest of the students.<br><br>Basically, she had highschool down to a science...
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 11:31:20</strong>
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				Peter groaned. Advanced algebra was so boring. It was unchallenging, especially as the teacher kept droning on about abstract mathematics that Peter already knew. With his slender, but hidden muscular and highly defined body, his baggier clothes and messy, short brown hair, he wasn’t all that imposing a presence. With his large brown eyes and smooth face, he tended more towards the timidly cute than the ruggedly handsome side according to the girls. That is, even they deigned to look at him or speak to him. <br><br>He was avoided by everyone, insulted, buried under snide remarks, and often the target of attempted wedgies and the like. Peter hated High School. Especially since he no longer had the two things that made it bearable. Especially not Gwen.<br><br>As class was over, he could see the gorgeous blonde walking right past him, nose upturned. His heart felt empty, yet his fists clenched. With a few breaths, he tried to calm down. With the way his life was going lately, as well as the still noticeable influence of the symbiote on his body, Peter felt prone to anger. Yes, he was angry.<br><br><br>The ridicule didn’t stop, both his identities only served to get him bruises and cuts, as well as a total lack of respect.<br><br>What was he to do about that? Nothing much. He couldn’t fight anyone here. He was too strong and could not draw the attention of beating up half the football team to him. Nor could he afford to do anything that would be a black mark on his scholarship applications.<br><br>So, after removing yet another dead fish from his locker, Peter gathered his lunch and took one of the smaller, empty tables in the cafeteria. At least, before Halloween, there was one person to sit with him. Now, he was completely alone…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 11:57:13</strong>
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				<em>'ok, it's lunchtime and I'm in the cafeteria, he's gotta be around here somewhere...'</em> Lee thought as she moved into the room, carrying an apple and a thermos of tea <em>'Maybe he looks different now than that yearbook picture from last year? That Gwen girl sure did change suddenly... hmm... What if he got contacts...?'</em> She continued to look around, getting glares from people who thought she was looking for a place to sit. As if. If she wanted to sit down to eat, she'd do it in the hallway or an empty classroom, away from everyone else.<br><br><em>'Hmm... Maybe that's him...'</em> deciding on the only student who looked somewhat like the photo she'd looked up, Lee moved over and sat across from him, her hair already falling every which way out of that bun, her chains clinking on the seat as she sat down. "Hi, Peter right? I mean, if you're totally not Peter I'd love to know, but you sure look alot like that year book picture from last year" <br><br>That.. sounded creepy, "Not that I'm like a stalker or anything, but I don't pay much attention to who's who, if you get what I mean. No offense, but I don't know the jocks either so it's not like a social snubbing or whatever. Anyway, I wanted to talk with you if that's cool? I know some people spaz out and wouldn't wanna talk, but, and no offense again, but you look kinda loaner so I figured you might ignore the social stigma that is associating with me for a few moments of your time. <br><br>"And, like I said, of you wanna freak out or tell me to shove off, no problem. Though I would hope you'd be a little more polite about it then just telling me where to shove it, if you get what I mean?" The girl seemed to talk a mile a minute, and have a ton to say. Peter might find it interesting as she hardly said a few words in any classes, and she didn't really interact with other people much, except when the populars decided to notice her every so often and harass her. <br><br>"Anyway, seriously, not to bug you or whatever, but I wanted to ask you about some pictures you took? The ones in the Bugle, I mean. You got some crazy angles on some of those, I mean, wow, seriously? Awesome crazy angles" If possible, she spoke even faster...
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:07:46</strong>
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				Taking a bite from his sandwich, prepared by Aunt May that morning, he let the taste of ham and cheese, with a fresh leaf of lettuce and a hint of mayonnaise caress his tongue. Three of such sandwiches filled his paper bag, as well as a small plastic bottle of chocolate milk and a small carton of orange juice. His body craved the calories and his taste buds loved it all. <br><br>Despite his large lunch, Peter kept the appearance of being skinny, enhanced by his baggy clothes. In reality, the spider-bite he got several months ago, had strengthened his muscles, making them denser, more defined, yet not increasing much in size. If one would see Peter Parker undressed now, they would see a ripped, yet slender person, like the body of a martial artist, a swimmer or an acrobatic dancer. Slender, limber, flexible, nimble yet as strong as could be.<br><br>After the could shoulder given to him by Gwen and the increased painful and insulting treatment from the others, the loss of Brock and Harry, Peter resigned himself to the High School life from hell. Alone, miserable and filled with wedgies.<br><br>It came to his great surprise when suddenly a girl dropped in the seat facing him at his small table. Before he could reply, she started rambling. He could see her nervousness and excitement, and while she rambled, basically repeating the same over and over again, Peter looked her over. <br><br>His teenage guy radar told him she was quite pretty, though not in Gwen, MJ’s, Liz or Sally’s league. She also didn’t seem to care much about public opinion, based on her rather Gothic appearance. Not that he had anything against it. Peter as well as Spidey went through their own ‘black’ phase.<br><br>The only thing that was important, though, was that she was talking to him out of her own free will. Unless she had been put up to this by the others. No, Peter wasn’t that sceptical. Yet…<br><br>He graced her with a small, shy smile. While Spiderman was a wisecracking and self-confident<br>&nbsp;Hero, Peter Parker was usually still naïve and rather timid, seeing how his attempts to be cool as Peter had failed spectacularly (pun intended).<br><br>When she finally stopped her rambling, Peter prepared his reply. Smiling slightly, amusement, yet wariness flickering in his eyes, he answered her, “I am Peter Parker yes, nice to meet you. I am not going to shove you off, and I do not think you are rude or anything. Telling the truth could hardly be considered impolite. Though, some time to answer between your questions would be nice”, here, he even winked teasingly, before blushing as he continued, “As for the Daily Bugle photographs, I am glad you seem to appreciate them. However, I can’t tell you how I made them or how I got those angles. Trade secret, you know. I am afraid I would have to kill you if you found out.”<br><br>Here, he paused surprised at the ease with which he talked to her. He supposed it was because while pretty, she wasn’t intimidating about it. And her own nervousness made him feel more self-assured.<br><br>“So, tell me, what is your name? I didn’t catch it. And, how come you are so interested about those pictures I made? Do you like photography as well? You must have at least some knowledge about it, to recognize the angles and mention them. I don’t think most people think even once about it when reading the paper.”<br><br>He looked at her curiously, hoping this was a sincere meeting… and not one of those clichéd, movie-like debts to prank the geek.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 04:45:19</strong>
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				She laughed a little "Oh, yeah, sorry! I don't talk to people much, but when I do I tend to ramble and talk a whole lot. Just my personality I guess. My grandma told me once that I started talking at Two and never shut up. So sorry, and yeah, nice to meet you too! I'm Lee, by the way, Lee Russell, though sometimes people called me Rusty at my old schools, I'll answer to either.<br><br>"I actually used to run the photography club back in my other school, and I'm taking the class here. Though, to be honest, without a working darkroom there's not much more that can be taught about traditional photography here except theory. But I already know how to process photos anyway. Though that's beside the point. Mostly digital stuff now, anyway, and not a lot of the good fundamentals most people need. But whatever, it's cool. <br><br>"Anyway, I noticed the angles and really liked how you caught the buildings in the background of some of them, though I'm sure you were thinking about catching a pic of spiderman and whoever he's fighting at the time, I still liked the angle. But, for some of them, when I went to the area it was impossible to get that same angle. I mean, I figured out where some of them must have come from, but how you did it is simply beyond me. You don't carry around a bunch of climbing equipment when you go out to take pictures do you?"<br><br>Again, once she opened her mouth the words just kept coming, she obviously enjoyed the conversation (what little there was between her long-winded explanations). <br><br>"So, do you use a little point and shoot with a zoom? It's probably a nice one, but if you wanna be really serious, you should get yourself a good, heavy-duty SLR that you can change the lenses out on. That way you could zoom in, but not get the blurring that the artificial zoom of the little P.C. cameras use. <br><br>"Only problem is that a good SLR is very expensive, and probably impractical if you're only taking pics of spiderman, just because it's a dangerous environment and replacement parts are expensive. Still, something to consider I guess"<br><br>Pausing a moment, she took a deep breath and then went on, "And sorry, I'm totally railroading you verbally again, but, like I said, I totally talk alot..." Lee noticed that he seemed a little shy, and, before she sat down, looked down and out and pretty depressed, really. Come to think of it, she'd seen him hanging around with that Gwen girl before she got all ultra-popular. She probably snubbed all her normal friends once fame came calling. <br><br>That would leave anyone upset and depressed.<br><br>Blinking, Lee looked down at her uneaten apple, and took a bite, her stomach was growling for it anyway. The tea was good too, an herbal raspberry with just a touch of sugar to bring out the subtle flavors...
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:14:31</strong>
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				The new Gwen would say this Lee, or Rusty was so totally rambling at the moment. Peter, however, found out he kind of liked it. She was a flood of information, and while difficult to get a word in between, the things she said were interesting and clearly showed intelligence, as well as her great like for one of his favourite hobbies. <br><br>While he never intended to make a career out of photography, he had always like taking pictures. Not in the least because he was fascinated by the scientific background and physics behind the photo-camera and literally anything to do with light-bending, lenses and mirrors.<br><br>Still, some of her points were made well. He had to be more careful. If a High school student could deduce all that, from just being a fan of photography, what if some scrutinising journalists looked twice at his pictures?<br><br>Oh Boy…<br><br>“Well, you know… Lots of gym classes in my childhood are very effective to get on such places. And usually, the roofs of cars and especially trucks and vans are good places to climb on. As for the SRL… yes, I could use the higher quality, but in most situations, it is useless. I can’t simply carry such a camera around, nor the supporting equipment. And the little devices are too vulnerable to risk in the setting I usually have to take pictures in.”<br><br>He looked at her, intently now.<br><br>“Trust me… explosions, shrapnel, crumbling buildings and thrown cars are bad business. And I can’t afford such a camera anyway.”<br><br>He looked a bit down at the moment. He was actually too embarrassed now, after having admitted that he was essentially poor.<br><br>“My zoom is quite limited, but still effective in the enclosed confines of the New Yorker streets. I have to compensate by moving closer than is healthy, but that still gives me the greatest shots on the market. How about you? What do you usually photograph? Do you have a portfolio?”<br><br>He tried to distract her from asking more about his ‘angles’, by shifting the focus to her. Yet, he was genuinely interested in the answer.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:33:32</strong>
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				"hmm" she rose a brow a little suspiciously at his explanation. She was pretty crafty at getting into places, and still had been unable to get in the places she figured he had to take the pictures from. And some seemed almost to be in the middle of a wall, rather than though a window or some such. How did he do it?<br><br>Though it didn't bother her too terribly much, she was just curious, and so let it slide after a moment or so.<br><br>"One of my photography teachers told me once that, if you take pictures for a newspaper, you don't want to invest in an expensive camera anyway, the processing, resizing, file handling and paper quality will make even a fantastic picture taken by the highest-grade camera look about the same as one taken by a cheep little point and shoot. I was talking more like, if you wanted to eventually go into taking pictures for publications or magazines or what have you. Most highschool students couldn't afford the sort I'm talking about. I can't. <br><br>I just got a few mid-grade cameras, I saved up a ton, or inhareted them, and in some cases went to pawn shops. for traditional cameras, prices have dropped, though you still have to do your own processing and the like. Digital is more convenient in that sense."<br><br>Lee had noticed him becoming a little flustered and embarrassed about being unable to afford such a high-grade camera. Most professional photographers had to save up for quite a while to be able to afford the top-end cameras. So he shouldn't be too worried or upset about it.<br><br>"And the thing with zoom, it's not so much that it's a limited zoom, as to how it does it. All most point and shoot cameras digitally zoom in, so they just take a portion of the picture and enlarge it, rather than bending the light to 'bring it closer', it just makes the pixels larger. That tends for a poor-quality zoom. But, like I said, with newspaper photos, it doesn't matter much the equipment because of how it's printed."<br><br>Then she shrugged a little "Well, I photograph all sorts of things, usually landscapes or inatimate objects, some time lapse, macro photography. Macro of some of the snow and ice outside is pretty cool right now. I don't have a portfolio, just like, boxes of prints and like four jump drives full of digital shots.<br><br>"I tend to look more at the art aspect of photography, rather than the informative part, so I sort of take the opposite side from you, I guess..."
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:44:47</strong>
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				He was fascinated by her explanation. Peter was more into photography for the scientific part. And it was something he was quite good at. He always had a steady hand, which was important to get clear pictures. He also had a good eye for angles and lighting. But he was no artist. Unlike Lee, apparently.<br><br>“You certainly know a lot more about the artistic aspect of it than me. I never really thought about publishing my photographs, or actually submitting them for their quality or even art-value. It is a hobby for me. And when I saw the advertisement in the Bugle, I couldn’t resist. I need the mo… Well, a job, even if it is freelance, always looks nice on a resume.”<br><br>This conversation was actually fun. Even though it was a bout a subject Peter wasn’t into on the knowledge terrain, it was interesting nevertheless.<br><br>“I don’t use a digital camera. I was told news agencies prefer photographs on film, anyway, to easier proof authenticity. Digitally, altering or even faking is far too easy. I still develop the film myself. And you assessment about the quality is right. Jameson, the publisher, only demands clarity of the pictures. The actual quality doesn’t seem to matter much.”<br><br>She had roused his curiosity, and lunch was passing pleasantly, even as he had already finished it, while he watched her eat her apple between the waterfall of words flowing from her lips.<br><br>“did you ever catch anything interesting with your time-lapse photographing? And I would love to see some of your work. Should I be afraid of competition, however? You aren’t planning on chasing down Spiderman, are you?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:59:38</strong>
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				"I've spent a lot of time in art photography classes is all. If I wanted to do the informative photographing, I would have joined the school newspaper or yearbook or whatever. Mostly I take them for me, if I really like it I'll blow it up and frame a print or something." she shrugged a bit, "And jobs totally help on resumes, and college applications. Especially something that takes a lot of initiative to even complete, such as freelance photography of spiderman.<br><br>"Oh! and if you can get a camera that can output the RAW format, that's R. A. W., it's as good as having film, it's the original data from the photograph, and as far as I've been able to tell, can't be duplicated or faked" she smiled and took a goods swig of her tea, about done with it. The apple was long gone.<br><br>"Not to sound like a know-it-all or whatever... sorry. I do that too, besides talking alot, that is." it took a few moments for her to finish her tea, before continuing.<br><br>"By the way, that man, your boss, sure yells alot. He's gonna have a stroke some day, I swear. Not to be creepy or whatever, but before I knew you were a student here I went looking at the newspaper so I could talk to you. You can hear him in the elevator before the doors even open, and he's all the way on the other side of the office! Does he ever not yell? And no worries, I'm not gunning for your job.<br><br>"As for time lapse photography, I haven't gotten much, mostly because the camera keeps getting disturbed. I need to set up someplace else. I'll totally let you know if I get something cool, I've only done it a few times for a short span of time, I'm going for something longer now, maybe a couple days, or at least a whole day and night. Depends on what I find that I can use for a subject..."
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 06:12:24</strong>
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				“Good to hear you are not going to be gunning for my job. I really need it. And while a RAW camera sounds interesting, I don’t think I can affo… well. I think I am going to use the one I have now till it is irreparably damaged. Luckily, I have always been able to fix it up till now. “<br><br>He trailed off. He realized this was the longest conversation he had with a girl that was not Gwen. Ever. What did that mean? He hoped he had found a new friend…<br><br>“Well”, Peter addressed her, as the first bell rang, “I suppose I will see you around. We could meet for lunch tomorrow, here again, if you’d like? Then you can tell me all about your newest time-lapse project. Perhaps you can start one tonight, after school. This is New York. There must be something interesting to see.” Even though he had scrambled his courage together to ask about sharing lunch tomorrow, he failed to hide a light blush. He was always so uncomfortable around girls, especially the pretty ones. He always goofed up.<br><br>He took his goodbyes, and headed to one of his many advanced science classes. As he was walking through the hallways, ignored by everyone, Peter found himself looking forward to lunch the next day.<br><br>Yet, as class progressed, his thoughts wandered. As brilliant as he was, in sciences at least, he barely needed to pay attention. Peter thought about the coming night. He would go out as Spiderman again. He would have to be careful.<br><br>Brock was still out there, as was Kraven. The Sinister Six, as they called themselves, had already proven they could break out and would hunt him and then there was the plethora of small time crooks and thugs.<br><br>Ever since donning the mask, Peter never had a rest, not even when he was in desperate need of healing. But, some Spidey-action would earn him some freelance money again. That would go a long way to paying the bills that kept piling up at home.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:04:44</strong>
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				"well, the RAW camera is a file setting all digital cameras use to process the images, it's simply having one that also can output the file correctly. And, sometimes, it's just a matter of tweaking the settings on one of those little fellas to get them to do what you want. and, luckily, film cameras are a bit easier to repair than digital ones, so you should have your camera for quite a while unless it gets blown up or something" she grinned a little.<br><br>"Oh! yeah, probably. We might even have some classes together, I don't pay attention much to who shares classes with me" she shrugged and stood quickly at the bell as well. "I'll totally let you know what's going on, since you wanna know. Prolly talk your ear off again" Grinning, Rusty followed him out of the cafeteria, then started her own direction for class.<br><br>At her previous schools, she'd done most of the required credits, and but for one or two core classes, could have graduated early from this one. Not that she really cared one way or another. More credits out of the way left time for fun classes, like another photography one, or the advanced writing and english class she attended directly after lunch. <br><br>This class was one where she had a lot of time to herself, which was good for planning her next project. If she could find a cool spot with good atmosphere, it would be cool to do a time lapse of frost coming and going during the day, especially since some of the snow had been melting a bit, tonight might lead to the formation of some neat icicles. That would be a cool project (pun probably intended).<br><br>With a clear goal in mind, Lee would set out right after class to set her equipment up before it got too dark. Luckily, in new york, it never got totally dark with all the lights, that lead to some awesome night photos too...
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:24:03</strong>
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				That evening, Peter Parker donned his spandex suit again. The geek transformed into the now sometimes respected, sometimes feared and usually despised, yet generally known Spectacular Spiderman. Red and blue working together, lined with black webbing design and a black spider at the middle of his chest, the young hero swung out of forest Hills, heading towards New York City, by hitchhiking on one of the trains crossing the Brooklyn Bridge.<br><br>Once he arrived downtown, the vigilante leaped off of the train’s roof, landing on the side of a building, where he stuck to the wall. White, ominously shaped lenses surveyed the area, till Peter let his Spider-sense guide him.<br><br>Swinging on his webstrands, shooting from the webshooters he had designed and made himself, he progressed quickly, moving faster than almost any means of transportation in the city. Then, his senses tingled, going over into an annoying buzzing, signifying trouble. One strand shot to the side, webbing his camera to a convenient flagpole, While the masked hero swung down.<br><br>Three criminals, armed to the teeth with Uzis and pistols were robbing a small bank. Did they really think they could get away with this? Peter was on top of them before they reached the getaway car, which contained a fourth criminal. They opened fire as soon as they saw him.<br><br>“Hello guys. I am here to do my community service. He cops didn’t lie my lewd comments the last time, so now, I have to help with city-wide cleanup. This includes you. Will you send me a card from jail? I never received mail from there before, you see. And could you check if all your colleagues I put in there are fine?”<br><br>He was taunting them self-confidently, while his camera kept clicking away. Dodging bullets had become second nature for the Spiderman, as he weaved and rolled and twirled, delivering some hard kicks and punches. When all the thieves were gathered, and stuck to the nearest wall, covered in copious amounts of webbing, Peter collected his camera and continued his path through the city. He actually had to drop by the library.<br><br>Nearby the massive building, he dropped down in an alleyway, where he quickly changed into his ordinary clothes, which he always carried with him in a webbing-made backpack. As Peter Parker, he emerged from the alleyway, handing in his books, and picking up a new one on specialized photography, before he headed to the same alley, carefully avoiding the freezing puddles. It was quite cold, this start of December, and he should really look into making a winter-version of his suit.<br><br>Dressed as the amazing hero again, he swung off, performing some rescues and heroic acts, but nothing major. All the real dangerous villains were obviously asleep, or simply lazy…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:39:25</strong>
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				As she set out exploring New York for a good place to set up her project, Lee wandered to the library, which always had neat architecture. Could probably get some awesome shots around here, it was a pretty historic place, so even the less grand buildings were pretty awesome.<br><br>On that note, she found a pretty cool little dead-end alley, it was dark, but not impossibly pitch black, with a few street lights close enough that it would illuminate the brick-and-metal facade and gritty, rusting fire escape. There was a bit of water running down from some drain spouts but it wasn't quite cold enough yet for it to begin forming ice, though it would soon. <br><br><em>'This is great, a perfect spot. Just have to find a place my camera won't get noticed or stolen...'</em> It took a little while for her to climb on top of a dumpster and wriggle her way onto a window-ledge to place her camera and the automatic timing equipment in a small alcove where an old drain-pipe used to be before this building had a few upgrades. The small ledge was enough for her to set up and, since she picked a wide-angle lens, there would be no doubt she'd capture most of the alley in her photos. The timer was already set to every thirty seconds, and she had a huge memory card, so the camera shouldn't run out of juice or 'film' until at least the next morning.<br><br>After getting everything set up, Rusty made her way back to her cousin's house. She never wanted to impose, so usually tried to only show up for dinner and then either be out or seclude herself in her room in the basement. A bit of a loaner was she, and also, this side of the family, while eager to help, wasn't really close with her or her father. But, stability is what she wanted, after all, and so awkward family times were the price...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:55:35</strong>
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				The following morning, Peter was up bright and early. Last night had been rather quiet, for a night as Spidey on the town. Seems that beating the Sinister Six and fun creatures like Kraven and Venom were good for one’s reputation. The small timers rather staid indoors as long as Spiderman was the guardian of the city.<br><br>Stretching lazily, he walked downstairs after a hot shower, and enjoyed a carbon rich breakfast, made by his aunt, of syrup and cream covered pancakes, honey dribbling waffles and some strips of bacon with scrambled eggs. Hey! He was a growing boy!<br><br>And webswinging burned a lot of calories on top of that.<br><br>Whistling proudly, Peter sniffed the envelope in his hand. A dozen good action shots of Spiderman were in there. He hoped to get at least two hundred bucks for them. His aunt was glad with his job, though she only allowed it for as long as he kept up his grades. With the highest GPA of Midtown, that was no problem for Peter.<br><br>So, before going to school, he dropped of the pictures, received another rant from Jameson, noting how right Lee was about him and his shouting, before getting to Midtown. With his money in his wallet, he felt quite self-assured. Inexplicably, that self-confidence left him as soon as he entered the school gates.<br><br>Flash treated him to a new round of insults. Oh… Happy day. Puny Parker was going to get a wedgie again…<br><br>Sneaking away, Peter was subconsciously looking or the only person that seemed to be treating him as a human at the moment. Where was Rusty?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 08:11:10</strong>
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				Rusty was, infact, running a little late while trying to retrieve her camera. <em>'Aww... Damn, I knew I shouldn't have placed it so far up...'</em> since she was a little short, and it was icy out from the frost, it was much more difficult to get back to the ledge she had used to reach the hiding spot for her camera this morning than it was the night before. Logic dictated that if she was taking pictures of frost and ice progression, it would be icy in the morning.<br><br>"How stupid... stupid stupid stupid..." Lee muttered to herself as she wobbled atop the icy dumpster, and the ledge was worse, leaving her with major troubles wiggling back onto it. Eventually, she got it, and was able to, just barely, reach her camera and equipment and stuff them into her bag. The batteries had run out, so she didn't have to worry about shutting anything off. Next time she'd try to get a battery with a bigger charge so maybe she could get more pictures.<br><br>Getting down was a problem too, and she slipped and fell on her back when she jumped down to the ground. Winded, Rusty stood and took off, hoping to make it back to school before her first class was over. It wasn't like she cared much for it anyway, the class would have been cool, a sculpture class, if the teacher weren't such a jerk. He had the same attitude towards her as most of the students did.<br><br><em>'Ouch.. and seriously? Chains and falling do not get along...'</em> wincing, she rubbed her bottom a little, where she'd landed earlier. Catching a bus, just barely, she actually managed to make it into the courtyard earlier than she had anticipated. Class hadn't started yet, though it looked close. Getting to the library had taken longer than getting back due to the morning going-to-work rush that always happened a bit before school started.<br><br>Stepping into the courtyard, Rusty looked around, not really expecting much more than the snobby looks of the popular crowd and the rest generally ignoring her. It was cool, though all she wanted now was to get into the building and get warm before class. <em>'Chains are just a bad idea in winter, period. I think I realized this last year too...'</em> The metal was colder than the rest of the material of her pants.<br><br>Unused to people wanting to talk to her, Lee didn't even think about looking for Peter, just about getting warm as she made a bee-line for the school doors...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 16:54:21</strong>
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				The bell rang, and Peter shrugged. He ha missed her, apparently. She was apparently either already inside, or late. He couldn’t wait for her, for he couldn’t afford to be late for class. He could not risk anything less than the perfect GPA. He knew he needed it to get a shot at the scholarship, or even a grant for ESU. <br><br>Taking photographs of himself and selling those to the Bugle provided a good enough income for a mere student. But using his paycheck to help his aunt, to keep up his school work and to actually sometimes have a life, including buying the provisions to maintain his webshooters, assured that there was precious little left he could put on a saving account.<br><br>Another boring day of classes followed. And while he was smart enough to skip a full grade, Peter had chosen to hold back. The most prestigious faculties of University demanded the very best, so he made sure to stay in High School for the allotted time, so he could gather an impressive amount of perfect credits, in every single advanced class on offer. And Midtown High was one of the better schools in New York, so the credits here were definitely worth something. Also, due to its size, quite large as it was the foremost school for the entire Brooklyn area, there were many special and advanced classes on offer that an ordinary High School simply couldn’t provide. So, the young vigilante already posses the basics of Genetics, Biochemistry, Medical theory, anatomy and all manners of advanced Mathematics, in which he was now accumulating practical experience, as well as the theories of applied maths and sciences like physics.<br><br>He loved the sciences, not in the least because he was gifted in them. The teacher in several of his advanced science subjects was Mr. Warren, the older brother of the genius in genetics, the reclusive Miles Warren, and good friend to ESU’s very own Dr. Connors, two of Peter’s idols.<br><br>Soon, however, it was lunch time, and Peter eagerly mae his way to the mess hall. Yes, eagerly. For the very first time, he looked forward to lunch, knowing that this time, he might have a friend waiting for him there. At least, he hoped the rather aloof girl, on the social ladder at least, would brave insults from the in crowd to sit with him again.<br><br>Of course, to get to his table, he ha to work his way around Flash Thompson, who did his utmost best to have the canister of chocolate milk on Pete’s tray spill all over the young geek. Thanks to his Spidey-sense, the young masked hero managed to dodge it, only to earn some insults hurled to his head… insults that still hurt him, coming from a former friend like Eugene ‘Flash’ Thompson. Even though they still hurt him, he clenched his teeth and gave the air of someone unaffected.<br><br>At last, he could sit down, but instead of focussing on his food, his wide brown eyes scanned all of the entrances, hoping to see a familiar, rather Gothic, girl approaching.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:02:24</strong>
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				Rusty just barely made it in time for class, as per usual, seeing as how she liked to hang out near the cafeteria before class, since it was the warmest place with all the stoves, ovens and other appliances all kicking out heat. Sliding into her seat in the back of the class, Rusty resigned herself to another day of ignoring insults and being ignored by teachers and students alike.<br><br>Contrary to popular belief, Rusty was smart, not genius smart or nearly akin to Peter or Gwen, but smart enough to get As in her classes under normal circumstances. Sometimes, though, small minded teachers would accuse her of cheating or grade her down, though there were enough honest teachers to help balance everything out. Besides which, her standardized test scores showed her grades should have been better, and that was good enough for her. When she took the SATs, the scores would be good enough to help counteract her transcripts, and since her father was in the military she would get benefits from that when applying for colleges or scholarships.<br><br>Though she was smart, she was mostly interested in creative fields and art, rather than any other fields. It showed with the sorts of classes she did take: after the core classes and required ones, the rest of the space was filled up with art-related classes, or sometimes shop classes or drafting.<br><br>By lunch time, Lee found herself looking forward to sitting with Peter, seeing as how he had invited her back and didn't seem as judgmental as the rest of the students in this school. She had been in worse places as far as that went, but there were also far more tolerant schools than Midtown High also.<br><br>Breezing on past the 'popular' table with Flash, Gwen, Mary Jane, and all the others, Rusty ignored anything they had to say to her and plopped down across from Peter again.<br><br>"Hey, so I totally took you up on your offer of lunch again, if that's cool. Sometimes people change their mind after setting out an invitation, but I think it's totally too late now, cuz I'm here" She grinned at him and pulled out her thermos of tea and another apple. It seemed this was her usual lunch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:18:07</strong>
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				His eyebrow arched up just a little bit at her obviously noticeable Valley girl-accent. Not that he minded… he just noticed her strong penchant to talk like that. It was quite unique and thus very good in Peter’s book. He was unique himself. A geek with superpowers and not too bad looks. At least handsome, when compared to the rest of the so called geek-squad. He shuddered, thinking about acne ridden and hook-nosed Percy Jenkins and greasy haired an jam-glasses Abe Crombie.<br><br>“I am rather glad you took me up on my offer. It is lonely otherwise and you are pleasant, intelligent company. One of the few approaching my level of brilliance in this Neanderthal infested cave they call a school.”<br><br>To show her he was not as arrogant his words belied, his tone was one of mock superiority, while his eyes twinkled with mischief.<br><br>“No, truthfully, I would love your company, so you can assume my offer is lasting throughout the year. So, how was your night? Did you find a good spot for your passing timeline photographing?”<br><br>He was genuinely interested and thought to ask about this instead of school work. Peter had come to realize few people liked studying as much as he did and that it made not for a fun subject amongst peers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:25:25</strong>
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				Laughing at his comment, Rusty grinned, "Ah, I'm glad that someone finally recognizes my brilliance!" she laughed again, greatly enjoying his farce.<br><br>"Cool, I'll totally take you up on that, then. It's nice having someone to talk to, or talk at I guess since I talk so much. You can feel free to interrupt me, it's usually the only way to get a word in edgewise. <br><br>"My night was... eh, well rather usual except for setting up my equipment. I found a great old building with fascinating architecture that should have formed interesting ice-shapes in the night. However, I haven't gotten a chance to look at my film yet, I spent most of the morning trying to retrieve my equipment. I had to climb last night to get it where I wanted, but the dumpster was all iced over this morning so I had oodles of trouble getting up and down safely. Actually, I was almost late to school because of that, not that I really mind, first period is a pain in the ass anyway.."<br><br>pausing a moment, she tilted her head a little "So what about your night, anything interesting or fun happen? Or just school work or whatever?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:32:44</strong>
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				“Nothing in particular. I studied, I finished that essay for Professor Warren and afterwards I went into the city to hunt for some more pictures of Spiderman. I have to be creative and dedicated, after all, and keep a good eye on all trouble spots. He is a swift little critter, that masked guy. But I need the money… and for some strange reason, I am the only one who knows where he is. Imagine that…”<br><br>He had to suppress a smirk at the thought. Yes, imagine that. Maybe he knew because he was in fact the person he was chasing. Convenient, that.<br><br>“So, how about we spend the rest of lunch break admiring your handiwork on one of the school computers, instead of sitting here and being the subject of many glares and insults.”<br><br>He was eager to get away from here… and spending the extra time with a pretty girl, alone, was always a bonus, wasn’t it? Besides, he really wanted to see what she considered art. As stated before, he was genuinely interested, and quite curious, as Peter Parker was no artsy kind of guy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:53:14</strong>
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				"Must be a lot of work tracking him down. I'll bet the paper doesn't pay you enough for all the footwork you have to do. Do you think he minds you taking his picture for the paper? I mean, sometimes they don't print very flattering things about him. But, then again, I guess if he really didn't like you taking pictures he could always hunt you down, since they print your name with every picture and that's how I found you." she shrugged a bit.<br><br>"Sure! that sounds cool. I have my jump drive with me too, so I can upload them straight to that. Then there's no chance someone will steal my work... though, you know, I doubt anyone would be interested in photos of ice forming anyway, you never know. Don't wanna put a project in my portfolio that someone else has used somewhere else and then get accused of plagiarism." Rusty took a sip of her tea and put her apple and her thermos away, standing up quickly.<br><br>"Just have to stop at my locker to grab my camera and jump drive. I don't like to carry delicate equipment around this school, never know when some jerk is gonna trip me or something. It has happened."<br><br>Rusty then lead the way out of the cafeteria and to her locker, "Which computer should we use? I know there's a couple labs, but I'm not familiar with any of them..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 20:04:19</strong>
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				“Very sensible of you to keep your stuff in your locker”, Peter agreed, while carefully thinking about how to answer her questions and comments about him taking pictures of Spiderman. She raised some interesting points, which he barely considered before, to blinded by the opportunity to get money for something which was as easy as pie for him.<br><br>“I don’t think he minds that much, obviously”, Peter responded, before answering the question as if he were in his Spiderman guise at the moment, “I suppose he thinks that everyone is free to print and think and read what he wants, as long as he knows of himself he does the best he cans, while keeping up the law and helping people that are in danger. From what I can tell, with how difficult it is to get his photograph, he isn’t in it for the publicity. And most of all, I think that he knows that the people who matter look at what he does and not at what is written about him. Or at least… that is what he hopes.”<br><br>It was indeed so, though that hope started fading. The initial hero worship had faded, a lot, and was now often turning into scorn even, with only a few staunch supporters for the masked vigilante, like George Stacy and ironically enough, Flash Thompson. Most others in the school barely cared or outright despised the freak now… Like Sally and her close circle of in-crowd friends. <br><br>As he guided her from the locker to the computer lab, he collected his thoughts and started speaking. “I’ll show you the computer lab I like using most. It has the most modern computers and the most upgraded photo-work programs installed on them.”<br><br>He led her to the rather remote and smaller class room, where twenty humming, brand new machines in standby mode greeted them. With a faint smile he turned to her and waved his arm casually around, “Take your pick and start proving to me how artful you are.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 20:19:26</strong>
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				"Thanks. And, you know, I think a lot more people appreciate what he does than really voice it out loud. I mean, that jock fella's always raving about how cool spiderman is, but he feels confident voicing his opinion because he's top of the social ladder. There's not much someone can do to knock him down, and he knows it. But some of the more mainstream kids might not feel that secure in themselves to say anything. Adults too. <br><br>"I mean, some people say that without Spiderman, there wouldn't be any super villains, but then, those people would still be villains, they just wouldn't be as obvious about it. In that sense they'd be worse. They might be more destructive now, property wise, but they aren't able to hide their true nature either, which takes a lot of their power away." Lee nodded a little and followed him to the lab.<br><br>"Oh! nice! This school sure gets some good funding, huh?" grinning, Rusty made her way to a computer in the back of the room and inserted her jump drive and hooked her camera up. Setting the computer to direct download to her drive, "This will take a while, There's a couple thousand pictures on here. I got a pretty big memory card..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 20:24:44</strong>
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				Peter Parker drew strength and resolve from her words. They fuelled his hope that he was doing the right thing. Bearing bullying, insults, pain and scorn were not exactly motivational… but he could hold on a little longer. He watched as she inserted the memory cards into the allotted drives and looked at how the download bars slowly started proceeding. Indeed, for them to go that slow, she would have to have thousands of pictures on them.<br><br>“Yes, ESU, under Dr. Connors advising, has given Midtown a grant to promote the scientific studies. They want more capable scientists and soon. I am not complaining. I am building up a nice credit list and I hope to one day actually work with Dr. Connors… after he has forgiven me for… well, never mind.”<br><br>He stood now behind her, looking over her shoulder at the screen, and subconsciously leaned closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, as he was eagerly getting closer, since the download had almost finished.<br><br>“And I am sure Spiderman appreciate your thoughts…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 20:37:35</strong>
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				"That's cool, though I doubt I'm much help using their resources for photography. I'm not really interested in going into a science-based career. Guess that doesn't mean I can't use the computers though. And it's good that you're building up some good credits, unlike me. I just got all my required classes done, and now I'm just taking the fun classes. Maybe not the smartest move, but whatever, I'm cool with it." <br><br>Rusty grinned again, watching as the bar moved to being done, "We can start at the end and see what the final images ended up being. I hope that the battery lasted until the ice had frozen, because other wise I'll just have to set up and shoot again..." Pulling the drive open, She located the last of the list, there were thousands of pictures, and opened up the view of the alley, with a nice shot of some interesting ice formations, though the angle of the camera caught almost the entire alley. <br><br>Slowly she began to flip backward though the photos, "See? this is how it ended up, and this" she flipped forward until it rolled over to the first photo of the alley, with some water dripping down and no ice formations at all on any surface, "is how it started. So I should have caught everything in between showing the formation of the ice. And, it's such an isolated spot I doubt anyone wandered in there for more than a minute, and if then, I can always skip a frame or two if I have to, on the off chance they ruined the shot but" and now she clicked the magnifying glass and zoomed in only on the ice, blocking out a good chunk of the alley "this is the only part I'm interested in anyway. So I doubt anyone got in the frames here, since it's so up high..."<br><br>She noticed his hand on her shoulder, but didn't really seem to mind his growing proximity, eager to see what he would think of her photos and her idea...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 11:42:17</strong>
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				Startled, Peter recognized the alley. It was near the Library! It was the alley he had changed suits in… twice last night. Oh boy… His hand on her shoulder started twitching and sweating, but there was nothing much he could do about it. The only thing he would be able to do was to steal the flashdrive or accidentally slipping and crushing it.<br><br>But Peter found out he couldn’t o that to Rusty. But he couldn’t let her find out, either. Oh, what to do, what to do… He was growing even more nervous and took his hand from her shoulder, lest she notice it. He didn’t know how to act now, nor how to prevent her seeing it without coming off like a jerk.<br><br>He had to trust in luck. There were thirty second intervals and with his enhanced speed, he could have been done with dressing in between pictures. Furthermore, she was focussing on one specific area with her magnifying. She might miss him all together.<br><br>He had to admit, however, it would be fascinating to see the process of the dripping water forming the icy-patterns she caught on photograph.<br><br>“Looks good. I actually find myself interested in seeing the series. Even if it wasn’t this nice to look at, seeing the way water freezes up, the process of it, it is also very fascinating from a scientific point of view. But the quality and angle of your pictures is very good, I can see that. If you make a good selection, you’d have a cool piece of work for some art exhibit even!”<br><br>Unfortunately, luck and Peter Parker never seemed to cooperate…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 11:53:59</strong>
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				Rusty found herself noticing how his hand twitched a little on her shoulder, and how he suddenly seemed to become nervous. Was it because he was touching her, she belatedly realized that to most people that would be some sort of advance, but it hadn't occurred to her until just then. The silence was long and she wondered if he even liked it at all, or had anything to say. It was a little odd to have him simply stand behind her, with his hand on her, and not say anything. <br><br>But then he yanked his hand away, so maybe he was nervous to be alone with a girl? That would be a first, for her atleast, having a guy react to her like that. But it probably wasn't that anyway, maybe something was wrong. But, before she could say anything, he seemed to finally find his voice.<br><br>"Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Though it was pretty much the only angle I could get it at and still catch that ice in the frame. It's a shame I had to use the wide angle lens, but the way I had to position the camera meant that I had very little control of what it would capture, so I couldn't use any kind of zoom. Even the slightest mistake when placing the camera could mess up the entire set." she began rambling on, pleased that he had liked the project and even found it interesting.<br><br>"It's kindof similar, actually, to some of the angles you got for your photos in the paper. Maybe not up as high, but still. Did you sometimes find a convenient ledge, like I did, for your camera? but then you'd have no control either..." she mused out loud, before deciding not to let it bother her that much.<br><br>"Anyway, lunch is almost over" Rusty ejected the drive from the computer and tucked it into her bag, "I need to run this back to my locker" she indicated the camera, "do you want to come with before going your own way?" the invitation was open and casual, but she was a little curious to see if he'd take her up on it, not that that would necessarily mean anything...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 12:12:34</strong>
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				Peter was in a bind. Spiderman might know what to do, but right now, without his mask, he lacked the confidence. She hadn’t seen pictures of him as Spiderman, yet. He couldn’t even know if she had actually caught him on them. He was slightly panicking now, before her invitation to walk her to her locker caught him of guard.<br><br>His mind blanked of all worry, as it raced over his actions these past few minutes. Oh… his hand on her shoulder, leaning in so closely, choosing to spend lunch and break with her… Oh…<br><br>Was he giving signals as they say? But did he like her like that? Too soon to tell. He knew he didn’t dislike her! And he could definitely see himself liking her. But as more than friends? More than best friends even? Why was being a teenager so complicated!<br><br>“Sure, I’ll walk with you. A few extra minutes in your company are always nice. As for my angles…”<br><br>He leaned closer, not realizing he was doing so, his breath tickling her neck, as if he was about to either kiss her there, or whisper a secret in her ear, before he told her, “That is a trade secret I am afraid…”<br><br>He accompanied her to her locker room, hoping to avoid Flash and some others, not wanting to be humiliated in front of her. He succeeded and once they came to her locker, he said his goodbyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow? I have to drop by the Bugle after school, and I am sure you are busy with looking over your pictures tonight. Unless… eh… well… see you?”<br><br>He was about to propose he come over to look at her pictures with her, but he realized not only was that pushy, but rue to. One never incited oneself to another’s place. At least, that was how his aunt and uncle had raised him. And he needed to go out as Spiderman, too, but that would be later tonight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 12:28:20</strong>
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				Woah! He did it again, leaned in really close into her space, but only to say into her ear something about his angles being a trade secret. Rusty laughed a little at that "You'll see, Mr. Peter Parker, I'll totally figure it out one of these days, I'm determined like that. Then what're you gonna do?" grinning a little, she lead him to her locker and paused, tilting her head at his odd goodbye.<br><br>"Sure, I'll totally see you tomorrow, unless..?" she tilted her head again, a bit of confusion coloring her tone. Unless what? Especially if he had work tonight, there was no way they could do anything later anyway, if that's what he had been about to imply, "You should have fun at work, don't let the angry man get you down too much. I think he's mostly hot air anyway... well, hot air and a giant vein in the forhead.. but still" she patted his shoulder lightly, grinning.<br><br>After that, she hurried off to class, and finished out her day rather quickly, for all classes always seemed to drag on. <br><br>Once at her cousin's house, Rusty barricaded herself in her room, as per usual, and began the hefty task of importing all the images into her program in order to view them as a small movie. It took a while, so she grabbed a snack and curled up on her bed for a few moments, before the computer beeped to let her know it was done. Pressing play, Lee happily watched all the way though as the ice slowly formed on the iron fixtures she was so intent on. The second time, she slowed it a bit to catch the odd little blurs and whatnot that needed to be cut out, at first focusing only on her area of interest, though the odd red and blue blip that appeared in the other area interested her. It came on twice. slowing the frame-rate more, Rusty eventually pinpointed the few frames she needed, and paused.<br><br>"Peter?" why hadn't he told her he was in the alley that night? Why hadn't he--oh. <br><br>There, caught on frame, was Peter Parker one moment, and then spiderman in the process of webbing away the next.<br><br>"Oh.. you cheater!" popped out of her mouth before she could stop it. He was totally securing it somewhere with his web! and, because he was the one who was the subject, he totally knew where he was going to be. Being Spiderman was an unfair advantage!<br><br>Wait... Peter was spiderman? <br><br>It took much longer for the realization of his actual identity to sink in than for her to realize how he'd gotten his photos, and the effect was greater too. Quickly Rusty sat down on her bed.<br><br>"Oh... wow...that means... wow..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:38:57</strong>
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				“A lot of hot air, indeed… unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to realize a breath mint would go a long way. Anyway, see you later”, Peter waved a final time in his typically dorky way, before rushing off to class. The afternoon was boring. The concepts explained were so easy, Peter already knew them from simply reading them. Unfortunately, many others didn’t, so the teachers spent hours explaining the same thing over and over again.<br><br>Fortunately, school soon let out and Peter was on the move, double time. He needed to drop by the Bugle, to hand in more photographs and collect his newest paycheck. Money was awesome! So what if he cheated? He didn’t ask to be Spiderman and while he wasn’t in it for the profit, a bit of money was needed!<br><br>He was treated to the usual shouting, yelling and insults to his integrity, but that was Jameson for you. He did the same to everyone. At least he was consistent. Instead of hating a few people, he hated everyone in equal amounts. Except his son, whom was a hero and apparently the son of God… implying, of course, that Jameson himself was God. Evidently…<br><br>Collecting his paycheck for the past week made up for a royal number. 657 dollars. Not bad… not bad at all. Unfortunately, at home, bill upon bill was waiting, only increased even more recently, with Aunt May’s hospital visit. Luckily, his paychecks covered many of them, so she wouldn’t have to worry too much more about them.<br><br>After his visit to the bugle, he rushed home, through his homework and a dinner with his aunt may. Luckily, she was going on a date with the doctor who treated her for her heart attack. Something nice was blossoming there, but it went slowly. Understandably so. He was glad his aunt smiled again. And it gave him a lot of opportunities to go out as Spiderman.<br><br>Once he was dressed up, he swung out, rushing towards the city center. He hoped there weren’t too many crooks out tonight. Like mentioned before, luck and Peter Parker never worked together.<br><br>He was swinging through one of the streets, when his Spider-sense tingled. Instinctively, he dodged, barely avoiding and electrical bolt fired at him, only to run into a wall of hardened sand, before he was smashed down to the street, hitting it with a loud ‘oomph’, the breath rushing from his lungs, just as green sonic waves punched him, smashing him into the nearest wall. The concrete and bricks crumbled under the pressure of his back, but his skin and muscles underneath also protested in pain.<br><br>Before he could fully drop to the floor, Iron claws snatched him up, cutting into his shoulders, before dropping him from great height onto the street again. Peter was too battered and dazed to stop his fall, his head too distracted by the now constantly ringing Spider-sense. In situations like this where danger was everywhere, it was annoying, instead of helping. <br><br>Before he could hit the asphalt, however, he was rammed by a horned monster of a man in an armour that looked and felt like more concrete. The horn tore through his suit, and pierced his side, drawing blood, even as the impact now tossed him thirty yards away, sending Spiderman colliding with a lantern pole. The metal of the pole bruised his back, but dented before collapsing on top of the hero under assault. <br><br>His limp form was picked up by whirring metal tentacles, that now grabbed a limb each, trying to pull him apart in a gory, even as a cackle echoed through the air. <br><br>“No power-enhancing black suit, this time, Spiderman, and now, you will die… in front of all your adoring fans.”<br><br>Doctor Octopus. Evidently, he had pulled together the Sinister Six again. Really, what was the purpose of a prison if these guys could walk out whenever they wanted.<br><br>“And I see, no witty banter this time, Arachnid? Pity. Dying must take a lot of your attention away.”<br><br>News teams, cops and a veritable crowd of onlookers gathered around time square, where the battle was now taking place. Octopus apparently really wanted to make a show out of it, drawing it out. The slowing of the pulling him apart gave Peter some time to get his breath back and to assess his situation. His very bad situation. Why was he always broadcasted on television in situations like this and never where he was easily winning?<br><br>“Well, at least you are the only one that knows a spider is an arachnid, unlike those five losers with you. It is really pathetic. Six to one, with the brains of one to one, and only barely thinking they are winning… Maybe you need to start a little group. Instead of the Sinister Six, you will form the… New AA, Arachnid-haters Anonymous. How about that?”<br><br>While he was distracting them, his mind was racing through his options… his very limited options. Damn… how he hated to be filmed. It made his pictures less valuable! And, losing or damaging his mask now was extra dangerous. He did not want to be revealed.<br><br>Wait a second! He did not want to die!<br><br>Gathering his resolve, his body flooding with determination, empowered by adrenaline, he shot out webs… dozens and dozens of webstrands, whichever way his captured hands were pointing. Then, he started pulling, hard. A few bricks, some garbage cans and a fire hydrant all let loose… and with a powerful twist of his wrists, all these items launched at Doc Ock. The man dodged and pulled some of his arms back to bloc the objects. He was too pudgy and weak to be an effective fighter, so he had to rely on his powerful artificial appendages.<br><br>Spiderman could pull himself free from the two arms remaining and jumped into the air, through the adrenaline ignoring his protesting muscles and his battered body. But soon, Sandman and Vulture were on him, even while Shocker and Electro launched their attacks at him. Dodging and jumping more gracefully than the best acrobat, he manoeuvred himself just right, so Shocker’s sonic waves his Sandman, blowing him apart and ionizing his sand particles, temporarily disabling him, while Electro, whom was a reckless hothead, launched even more lightning bolts at him… unfortunately hitting the Vulture, whom was caught in Peter’s web before being used as a human… sorry, a bird shield.<br><br>“Fried New York Chicken, woohoo”, Peter shouted, as a scorched Adrian Toomes crashed to the ground, his flight suit damaged. Only Shocker, Electro, Doc Ock and Rhino. At least, these odds were better than before. Peter jumped into the fray, his mind working out effective ways to combat these villains. He had beaten all of them before, but each of them, except Rhino, had learned from their experiences.<br><br>Still… Unstoppable Rhinoceros, meet unbreakable tentacles… Spiderman swung over the battlefield, even as cameras broadcasting live to the evening news caught his every move, while cops were forming a cordon around the battlefield, too afraid of the powerful villains to interfere. Wonderful.<br><br>He scooped down, snatching Doc’s tentacles and moving at top speed and strength, he twirled ahead, backflipping over Rhino, before tying a knot of tentacles around him. The powerful beast-like man tried to get out of his bonds, only succeeding in swivelling Ock around, before accidentally knocking the brilliant, yet insane scientist against the pavement, knocking him out,&nbsp; while the burly giant of a thug fell over, completely tied up in the indestructible and impervious tentacles.<br><br>Having brains never felt so good… Now, he only had to face Electro and Shocker still. These two powerhouses were dangerous. Their attacks were faster than he could often dodge and more damaging than even his body could cope with for long. Peter was already aching, his body bruised and scraped, his pierced side bleeding, his arms and shoulders covered in cuts and scratches. He wanted to go home…<br><br>A thick webshield saved him from being electrified, a summersault saved him from another green sonic beam. It was getting dangerous here… dodging, leaping, jumping, swivelling, almost dancing… Spiderman approached the Shocker, before capturing his gauntlets with his web, pulling himself closer and crushing them with his fists, almost breaking his knuckles in the process, before he could fully focus on electro.<br><br>A tingling Spider-sense made him bend forward, while at the same time kicking out backwards, knocking out the now unarmed Shocker. But it came at a cost. His every nerve ending burned, his muscles twitching as a bolt of electricity hit him. Ouch…<br><br>He needed to stay in the air! Yes! If he was airborne, his body wouldn’t conduct electricity, making him immune to the electrifying part. Only the kinetic force of Electro’s attacks would hurt then. With that, Spiderman launched himself upwards, spinning many webs to stay away from walls and the street. <br><br>But how to stop the insane electrifying man? No convenient rubber tyres around this time… If only he could simply knock the villain out… but the electricity was too strong and he couldn’t hit his body without getting fired… Wait a second, his webs weren’t conductive, either.<br><br>Spinning through the air, Spiderman employed all of his speed and agility, covering his fists with thick gloves of isolating webbing, before landing behind Electro, faster than the villain could respond and punching him, hard.<br><br>The last villain fell to the floor, and before he could recover, Spiderman was on top of him, punching his lights out… literally.<br><br>Before the cops could advance on him, and arrest him as well as the villains, he jumped up again, covering the Sinister Six completely in webbing, before rushing away, swinging on his webs. No prison for him.<br><br>Back at home, around 8pm, he collapsed on his bed, exhausted, the pain finally catching up… how was he going to live through school tomorrow? His body felt broken, and even with his fast healing, he would still have a bruised body, that would flinch in pain at the merest touch…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 15:24:56</strong>
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				Rusty slowly let the realization sink in. Peter was Spiderman. Peter Parker, a fella she was begining to think of as a friend, was Spiderman. He was a highschool kid, super smart in the rather geeky sort of way, and a bit on the small side. Yet he was the city's biggest (and only) hero, a fast and strong fighter, competent, quick to think on his feet, and a total smartass. The two sides really seemed to contradict each other. <br><br>For a split second, Rusty found herself feeling betrayed and lied to. But then she began to really think about it after the initial wave of upset washed over her. Really, Peter hadn't lied, he'd said his angles were a secret, and besides her pestering him about the photos, there really was no other time she could think of that would even insinuate that he was in any way associated with Spiderman. Who else would suspect, either, that it was Peter? If no one ever asked, then he never had to lie about it, though Rusty did suspect he would lie if it meant that he would have to keep the secret. There was no way people could know, it would put every criminal and villain who was mad at Spiderman to the goal of hurting people that Peter was close to. Such as his family, or the school, or the bugle or, well, anyone really. No one would be safe.<br><br>So, now it made sense why Peter would keep it from everyone, and there was no reason to feel betrayed anyway, since they hadn't known each other that long. '<em>I just feel attached cuz of how he was acting today,</em>' she thought, blushing a little as she remembered his hand on her shoulder, and how close he had gotten to whisper in her ear. Not that that meant anything... but then again, maybe it did. That thought perked her right up. He was a teenage boy, there was no way he wasn't atleast aware of how close he had been, all those hormones going off in his body? no way. Lee grinned.<br><br>Wandering out of her room to grab another snack, she happened to wander past the living room where her cousin and family were watching a special news coverage, live, of some big news thing or another. Rusty was totally uninterested until the newscaster yelled something about Spiderman over the sounds blaring from the speakers. <br><br>Instantly, Rusty darted into the living room, standing behind the couch so she could see, she found herself staring in shock at the huge fight going on somewhere in town. A fight with Peter in the middle of all those guys who had been terrorizing the city as of late. All of those guys were ganging up on him at once!<br><br>Eyes bugging out, Rusty stared at the screen, noticing that Spiderman had already managed to take out two of the bad guys, and then, fairly quickly dispached the rest as she watched, heart in her throat, beat pounding heavily in her ears as she stared in disbelief and horror at the fight. It was easy to tell that Peter had been hurt during the fight, not fatally, thank goodness, but he had still been injured. Maybe his spider powers came with fast healing? She hopped so. <br><br>Once everything had died down, Lee took herself back to her room, adrenalin pumping though her veins. She'd have to ask Peter if he was ok at school tomorrow. Wait! No, she couldn't do that! That'd let him know that she knew, and that would probably mess things up between them. Also, it was a bit more fun to know without him knowing. That way she could look out for him too, plus it would keep her safe incase word somehow got out that she knew who spiderman really was. Not that she really thought someone else could find out she knew. First things first would be to get rid of the evidence of him in the pictures she had.<br><br>After she had finished cropping all her pictures down to focus very specifically on the ice (and therefor cutting out any images of Peter/Spiderman) Lee stretched a little, deleated the few original images that were the remains of the evidence, and then shut down her computer. Showering and changing into her Pajamas, which consisted of an over-sized T-shirt, Rusty took herself to bed.<br><br>--<br><br>Back at school, Lee wandered the corridors, looking around for Peter. It didn't really occur to her that it was odd no one else was around, the hallways long deserted even though she was positive school was in session, the classrooms were empty too. But that really wasn't all that weird. Not really. But where was Peter?<br><br>And then he was there, in front of her, she thought he was getting something out of his locker, but he was right in front of her.<br><br>"Hey Peter! How're you doin toda--" eyes widening as she was shoved back against the locker, rather forcefully, and his mouth covered hers hungrily, totally dominating her, though it didn't take long for Lee to return his kiss, lips parting as she pressed back, lips bruising from the pressure. She would be feeling him all over, exploring with her hands if he didn't have both her wrists in such a tight hold.<br><br>No, wait, now her arms were pulled up, over her head, and Peter's hands were all over her, pushing her shirt up, sliding under her bra, grabbing her breasts as he bit at her neck. A quick glance up showed her arms were caught in some sort of webbing, keeping her from moving as Peter continued is assault on her now bare neck and chest. Her shirt was gone, so was her bra. For that matter, his shirt was gone too, and now he was pressing up against her, a clear bulge in his jeans pressing against her hip as he ground into her. Her pants were gone too, and her legs trapped in that same webbing, pulled apart instead of together though. All she could do was pant softly, moaning and straining against her bonds, but not from fear. This was so hot! and she just wanted Peter out of his jeans and oh! he wasn't wearing any anyway. That made things easier.<br><br>He was kissing her mouth again, biting her lip, mauling her small breasts with his hands, jerking his hips against her as he pushed in and out at a fast, brutal pace. Her hips kept banging into the lockers behind her and it was all Rusty could do to gasp for air as he continued completely dominating her mouth, explored her roughly with his hands, and continued grinding and thrusting. <br><br>Moaning softly, Lee found that she could not make much more noise, her mouth was covered with layers of webbing, muffling any sounds as Peter continued his assault, continually biting her neck and breasts, his mouth and hands were everywhere! It all felt so good she couldn't take it any more, she couldn't...<br><br>--<br><br>Gasping sharply, Lee sat straight up in bed, her whole body shaking and covered in sweat, the insides of her legs were wet and slick with juices she figured must have been her reaction to that dream.<br><br>Wow, that dream... she had never even thought about being tied up before, but now.. wow. If that's what it would be like then, just wow. Wow, wow, wow!<br><br>And Peter too! Could he really be that overpowering? Because that was so hot, she could still almost feel his lips on hers, his hands squeezing her breasts... with a soft moan, Rusty shuttered as another wave of arousal hit her at the mere thought.<br><br>Part of her wondered what had caused such a dream like that, her feelings for Peter weren't even sure. Well.. hadn't really been sure until now. The other part of her, though, could only focus on the dream and how much she wanted that to be real: Peter making her stay still as he attacked her body in the best ways.<br><br>Well, at least she would get to see him tomorrow. With that thought, she tried to ease herself back to sleep, though it did little good as her thoughts kept straying to what else Peter could do to her.<br><br>Because of those thoughts, Lee found it difficult to fall asleep, and then exceedingly hard to push herself to wake up for school the next morning. Getting up and getting dressed was the world's biggest chore, even if she got to see Peter once she made it all the way to the building. If she made it. Chances did seem rather slim as she stumbled, like a zombie, to catch her bus. The ride did wake her up a bit, though.<br><br>At school she immediately began to search for Peter, she had to make sure he was alright after that fight. And after that dream.. well, she wouldn't mind seeing him while keeping that in mind either...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 19:32:30</strong>
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				That morning, one Peter Parker awoke. When the world finally swam back into focus, after a several minute slumbering fest, the young vigilante’s first thought was, ‘This is better than I expected. I don’t feel pain anymore…”<br><br>Of course, this thought only lasted till he made his first movement of the day. He blinked. Agony ensued. Every muscle strained and hurt, as if he had been beaten to within an inch of his life. Every inch of his defined skin, stretched over his strong muscles –courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood mutated irradiated genetically altered spider- was covered in painful bruises, or at least felt that way. Even his hair seemed to hurt, even though he could not imagine how this was possible.<br><br>That was, in fact, scientifically impossible!<br><br>But being a hero meant one had to face hardships. Including getting out of bed every morning. Granted, this time, it was more hurtful, due to his battered state, but nevertheless, it was a duty to any person that either had school or a job.<br><br>Once he had stumbled his way into the bathroom, the young genius noticed his skin to be free of bruises. At least some fortune. He didn’t have to explain why geeky Peter Parker was covered in bruises and other injuries. In fact, his body looked remarkably fit. His muscles seemed somewhat larger than last time he had explored his body for changes. Not that he minded. He had always been rather lanky, trim and on the shorter side. His height was now pretty average, though small compared to the Football team, and his body seemed fit and athletic when covered in clothes. Naked, he looked like a master martial artist, his every muscle dense, yet strong and utterly defined.<br><br>After his shower, which was a painstaking affair, he felt a lot better already, although his skin was still sensitive to the touch, and a dull ache pounded in his muscles. He would live.<br><br>Breakfast, as always, was a hasty affair. Yet, the young vigilante managed to stuff himself full of carbs. He explained that by his higher metabolism necessary to run his enhanced body. Besides, webswinging was way more intense and energy-consummating than one would expect.!<br><br>-<br><br>Once he was at High School, Peter did his usual show of being shy and quiet, deftly avoiding anyone whom would desire to taunt, intimidate, bully or ridicule him. Unfortunately, that were a lot of people. Fortunately… Spider genes and sense were incredibly useful in such matters.<br><br>That was until he caught sight of his new friend, Lee. His eyes went to her black her, her pale complexion and her slim, yet decidedly feminine body. He felt an urge within him ,twist and flex, reaching out, wanting to get to her, wanting to…<br><br>Peter blushed, strongly, as his mind suddenly supplied imagery of what he could do with this girl. He also felt his body reacting. No… was he a freak? His body reacting to what his mind fantasised about her? He was getting aroused from imagining…<br><br>-<br><br><em>A nude Lee, clothes hanging in shreds from her body, hand pinned down by one powerful hand… fingers of the other hand buried deep inside her, while teeth and lips and tongue devoured sensitive pink nipples… <br><br>Shrieks echoed as a long, hard member pushed inside, tearing through all resistance, claiming, relentlessly, its prize. Fingers squeezed small orbs of flesh. Teeth nipped at a slender neck, and bit harder in a soft throat. <br><br>Tight wetness clenched around an erection, shivering, trembling… before receiving a torrent of semen…</em><br><br>-<br><br>With a shock, Peter came back to himself, blushing even brighter. He could not look his companion in the eyes when he finally approached her. He was too embarrassed, too… aroused. His eyes almost flashed, if such a thing was possible, his blush draining from his face as he now looked at her, intensely and almost hungrily. Gone was Puny Parker. This was the Spectacular Spiderman.<br><br>“Morning, Lee. How was your night? Everything… all right?”<br><br>His senses were telling him something, something Peter could not put his finger on, but that his instincts had latched on to, causing him to say something with so much innuendo in his deepest, most charming voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 22:48:19</strong>
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				Rusty had given up searching for Peter after a few moments, and instead went to her locker to retrieve the books she would need for her first few classes. Maybe finding Peter was a bad idea since she still couldn't get that dream out of her head, and even found her imagination filling in the blanks where the dream skipped ahead, and even filling in the blanks after. Plus, her dream had been in the hallway, where all the lockers were and where she was now and Peter was here too and...<br><br><em>'Wait, Peter?'</em><br><br>Rusty almost did a double take, but instead managed to turn it into an almost casual turn as he moved up to her, an odd expression on his face as well as a blush on his cheeks; he wouldn't look at her either. That was weird. Did he somehow revert to acting with her how he acted around everyone else? Timid and shy and as invisible as he could make himself? That had not been the idea at all! But, then suddenly he seemed to snap out of it and was much more confident than she had seen him before. More like in the dream.<br><br>In the dream where Peter had shoved her against the lockers and...<br><br>Now it was time for a bit of a blush to faintly color her own cheeks. Though not for the same reason as his. Probably. Maybe? Bringing her eyes up to meet his, to find them intense and fixated right on her. Like he wanted to eat her. Arousal built quickly in Rusty at the mere thought, and that was before he posted his question.<br><br>"Oh! Good Morning Peter" Rusty almost squeaked in reaction to his voice. Never had he sounded so.. manly and in control. And it wasn't like she didn't like his voice normally, but this was different. It, too, brought up images of the dream, though it really did not take much to do that seeing as how Rusty had been thinking about the dream all morning. <br><br>"My night..? Uh.. you know, pretty normal I guess. I totally got all those photos into my image sequencing program, made a neat little movie. Then I cropped it down to get rid of the little blurs of people coming and going... Oh! And I guess some news people got some footage of Spiderman in this huge fight with a bunch of guys. So I watched that too. He's a pretty clever fella, Spiderman is. Though I bet he got pretty banged up as well, so that's kindof sad. <br><br>"Then I went to bed, and I had this really weird dream that...uh" Her blush rose very, very qucikly as she realized what she had been about to tell him, "well.. it, uh.. it was in school and I just remember that it was weird..but, you know, can't really remember much" Rusty managed to cover it up pretty quickly, she thought, even though her blush was not going away any time soon.<br><br>"And everything's totally good with me, Peter, what about you?" perhaps turning the conversation around would get his focus on something other than her odd response and bright blush. She hoped, anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 05:29:58</strong>
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				A small smirk started forming on his face, but was quickly overshadowed by general joy at seeing his sole friend. At least, he hoped he could call her a friend by now. Peter Parker had never been all that sociable, so it was no wonder he was uncertain on this field. Especially since his former friendships all had ended badly. Even though he was partially to blame…<br><br>Being Spiderman was cool in and off itself, but it also brought pain, misery and an inability to stick to a time-schedule, or to be reliable, or to simply do all your homework on time. He was lucky he was smart enough to do it in a quarter of the time an average student needed,&nbsp; but it was still a difficult affair when trying to heal from smoke inhalation, or sitting uncomfortably due to many strained muscles and a bruise-covered skin.<br><br>Still, at this very moment, his complete attention was drawn to the rather attractive girl in front of him, babbling… yes babbling, about her night. She appeared very flustered, especially when talking about her late night, shown clearly in her stammering and obvious blush. A very adorable blush at that. With a sense of surprise, Peter realised hi liked making her flustered like this, even though he was unsure what caused it.<br><br>Nevertheless, he liked it.<br><br>Her odd remark about wondering how banged up Spiderman must feel did catch him slightly off guard though, making him flinch as his muscles reminded him how they were aching, by twitching painfully under his tight skin.<br><br>Yes, thank you, muscles, for the reminder.<br><br>However, now, the hateful part came. He had to lie. Great. First of all, he was not very good at it. Second, and more importantly, he hated doing it, seeing it as the ultimate betrayal and hurting towards his friends, even if they would never find out. But he could not brush off her question, not if he wanted to have at least one friend… or possibly something more than a friend.<br><br>What?<br><br>Where had that thought come from?<br><br>Why would he think about Rusty – Lee like this?<br><br>Duh!<br><br>She was an attractive girl that he had a good contact with, a growing friendship… and that he liked quite a bit, especially the way she blushed to him.<br><br>This mystery solved, Peter still had to come up with a lie. Yet, his mind wandered off again, remembering why it would not be a good idea to ask Rusty on a date. Yep, because he was Spiderman. From now on, he was going to flatten every spider he came across. Stupid, interfering, life-destroying creatures!<br><br>In the end, he finally replied, trying to stick close to the truth, but remembering his own vivid daydream moments earlier, the charm dropped, to reveal a slight blush on his face as well, even as he started speaking.<br><br>“Nothing much. I went out to take some pictures, though, because of the public fight, they’ll be worth far less than before. Afterwards, I came home quite exhausted. It is hard work chasing Spidey across town, and well, I am not in the best of shapes, as you can see. For the rest… I went to bed early and fell asleep like a pile of bricks. Nothing special. Just another boring ay in the life of Puny Parker.”<br><br>These last words were said self-deprecatingly, with a small laugh echoing in his voice. Had to keep up the charade after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 06:56:18</strong>
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				Lee watched Peter for his reaction, seeing that he seemed rather pleased by something, possibly her blush. Or he was about to make fun of her stuttering and becoming so flustered at such a simple question. Even if it was spoken in this deep, sexy voice he never used before while he oozed confidence and and seemed so.. well, different than usual. <br><br>Then again, he seemed to pause at her question about his night and could have kicked herself. She knew that he was Spiderman, so she shouldn't ask questions that forced him to lie to her. On the up side, judging from his expression, he didn't like to lie. At least not to her, but probably not in general. That was another point in the good column for Peter. Not that there were any in the bad column anyway.<br><br>It was also pretty funny to see his expression when she mentioned Spiderman. She wondered if it was a tell, or if she had simply reminded him of the abuse he had taken last night. Probably simply that she caught him off guard and brought up the pain he was probably in. Hopefully it wasn't to much, though with such a difficult fight he probably shouldn't even be in class today.<br><br>"Well, that fight must have been exciting, anyway. Seeing it, I mean, since you were taking photos. But I guess you get that kind of excitement all the time, Spiderman gets in lots of fights." This time Rusty couldn't help but watch him closely to see his reaction, teasing him even if he didn't know it. His expressions were so cute, especially when he was a little flustered. Who could blame her for wanting to incite more reactions like that? Plus, it drew him to the realization that he could describe his night as exciting and just mention seeing the fight rather than participating, and not feel like he was lying so much. Well, maybe it would, anyway. Rusty really couldn't tell, yet, if Peter was dense enough not to pick up on the little excuse she was giving him.<br><br>"Peter! you're totally in good shape! Seriously. I mean, you're not Mr. Musclehead like.. whatever that football fella's name is... You're more like, lean and fast. I've totally see how you duck around and avoid those assholes around school, you need to give yourself more credit. You are <span class="bbc_u">not</span> 'Puny Parker'. Don't ever believe that, ok? It's just a dumbass nickname thought up by someone who things that alliteration is clever. Alliteration is only clever if it goes on for more than three words anyway, and since your first name and last name start with the same letter, it doesn't even count anyway."<br><br>Lee blushed slightly as she realized she'd gotten a little worked up over something fairly small, "Sorry.. I just, you know, don't like it when my friends are down on themselves... and since you're the only one I really got I guess I overreacted a little bit..."<br><br>"So.. uh, anyway" she laughed a little nervously, "So, I know you're totally busy with your job and homework and stuff.. but I totally heard about this neat club around midtown that lets minors in since it doesn't serve booze, and maybe like... Friday or Saturday you'd like to go with me? I mean, we don't have to stay long and if something comes up I totally understand if you need to take off. I'll even wait til you get back, if you think it's something that won't take the entire night. I mean, it's not like you can control when and where some bad dude is gonna decide to be a jackass. If Spiderman shows up somewhere you gotta be there to take pictures. I totally get that, like seriously, you know? And, I mean, if you worry that I'll be upset I'm already telling you it's totally cool. And I understand if it's not the sort of thing you're into, cuz I guess I should warn you it's more like.. punk and metal music than that teeny-bopper crap most kids are into..." Lee trailed off, looking a little flustered again at the thought that Peter might wanna go hang out with her. Maybe it'd even be a date? Though she didn't once use the word date because that could totally scare him off. Only if he wanted it to be one would they call it that. If he wanted to do it, anyway.<br><br>If it were a date, though, they might even kiss at the end of the night, maybe. Lee turned red before she could stop herself imagining it, and then immediately remembered how that dream had started, which made her blush worse. A kiss like that would be so much better than just a little peck on the lips or whatever. She had to shake herself out of imagining so much more, now was so not the time to be doing that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 23:51:46</strong>
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				Peter contemplated all of her words for a while. He hadn’t been able to give a single answer, state any agreement or voice any objection. She had been like a waterfall of words. Quite enjoyable to watch and hear. She didn’t sound like a ditzy bimbo. She didn’t sound arrogant either. All of her words had been either supportive, complimenting or simply inviting. All very nice things to hear. Especially the last part.<br><br>Now, Peter was no expert in the social playground but asking a single person of the opposite gender for a night out… that sounded suspiciously like a date. Despite his pariah status ever since Thanksgiving, Peter Parker had been asked on a date. Or so he assumed.<br><br>First, however, her comments and questions should be addressed chronologically. First and foremost, the magnificent way she had offered for him to be able to tell more about his nights as Spiderman, without revealing he was the vigilante. Or a second, his eyes flashed in suspicion, though. Did she know? No… How could she?<br><br>Unless…<br><br>No.<br><br>No person would have kept that information to themselves, right? Right?<br><br>“The fight was pretty wicked to see. Very showy. I think far better than any footage they had on television, and far better than any photograph could ever hope to show. Still, however flashy it was, it also looked quite painful. Like you said, we should be lucky we are not in his shoes. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to walk for days.”<br><br>Oh the irony, the irony. <br><br>Now, let’s not sound to much like a Shakespearian drama her.<br><br>“As for your other remarks, I am glad you seem to think I am in a lean and fast shape, though I have no idea you had any idea about my physique. Been paying close attention?”<br><br>For a moment there, confident, charming, almost seductive Spider-Peter was back.<br><br>“On the other hand, expecting clever alliterations or other wits from jocks is a bit demanding, even of you, Rusty-dear. Besides, with Flash’s dislike, now supported by… pretty much anyone but you, I don’t see how my looks would play a role in them ridiculing me. If I was a six foot tall muscle-head, as you put it, I would still be the butt of many jokes, just because my rather geeky nature. I am surprised you aren’t avoiding me. I know I have the tendency to go into a technobabble. Nevertheless, you considering me a friend is very much appreciated and definitely a mutual sentiment. And before you ask, no, it is not because you are the only person talking to me.”<br><br>He fell silent, on purpose, some primal instinct guiding his actions and words. Voice growing deeper again and subtle changes in his stance, enhancing, emphasising all of his most attractive attributes, Peter gazed at his friend, before finally continuing.<br><br>“I happen to think you are pretty interesting, and the nice package is a good bonus. So…”<br><br>Here, his mind was warring between confidence and shyness, but something within him told him to soldier on.<br><br>Yes Sir!<br><br>“So… I would love to take you up on your offer. I will be at your place Friday at 8. We can grab a bit and go to your club.”<br><br>So far so good… but now, he had to be firm and courageous.<br><br>“And I it is fun, we can have a second date the next day.”<br><br>There, he said it. The dreaded D-word. At least to Peter. Not because he didn’t want to date, because he definitely wanted to! It is just, he never really had to courage to ask anyone. Except Sally, back after his first confident summer as Spidey. She had burned him to a crisp.<br><br>He started fidgetting a bit, heat rising in his cheeks, as his confidence and courage took the web-express out of here. He was nervous about her answer…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 08:25:37</strong>
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				<em>'Oh no'</em> Rusty thought as Peter took a while to answer her question, <em>'Oh no, he's just standing there. He's totally just standing there. Damn, well that was stupid! Why did I say anything? I don't even know if he likes me, and I mean, seriously? No way that sounded like a casual lets-do-this-as-friends thing. Crap. Now he thinks I'm this creepy chick who just asks guys out and why didn't I just keep my mouth shut?'</em> Brain going a million miles an hour, Rusty kept the panic she felt growing inside from showing on her face. She was pretty good at that, at least. <br><br>It didn't occur to her that, since she spoke so fast, like she always did, that it would take a while to process everything that had come out of her mouth. And a lot had come out of her mouth. More than enough to account for his side of a conversation as well as her own, under usual circumstances and with a normal person, anyway. With Lee, it was always oodles and oodles of words and no time to react to anything.<br><br>And then, to her relief, Peter began to respond.<br><br>"Oh! I bet it was. I hope he's alright though and doesn't, you know, hurt too much..." Ouch, it sounded like Peter was in a lot of pain. Maybe the club was a bad idea, he wouldn't have enough time to heal properly, but now, if he accepted, she couldn't back down and be like 'oh, yeah, I totally know you're all bruised up and I don't want you to be in pain, so lets skip this..' That would go over well. Only not.<br><br>And then, he seemed to get all smooth, deep voiced, and charming; just like earlier. Causing a small blush to raise on her cheeks at his little taunt, "Why Peter, it's totally easy to see! I don't even have to pay that close attention, you know? Though I will say you try hard not to get noticed. That's part of what gave you away!" she grinned at him cheekily, not buying into his tease too much, but for that blush she still wore.<br><br>It made her wonder if he was going to accept the invitation or not, but it seemed like maybe he was taking it to be a date. Maybe, if he said yes, then that would be a pretty good thing. Hopefully. If he said yes.<br><br>"I seriously doubt that if you were a 'six foot tall muscle-head' that they would pick on you. Even if you were into science or geeky stuff or whatever. Dynamics of highschool picking dictate size over anything first, and then social status, then friends/aquaintances which tends to go into social status. And by social status I mean school wise, not money wise. Like, 'what group do you belong in' status. So if you were a 'six foot tall muscle-head' it would trump your status as geek-ish. <br><br>"Though, you know, I'm glad you appreciate my statement of fact" she grinned, clearly sure that she had won that little battle.<br><br>Again, though, she began to worry and berate herself during the silence that followed. He hadn't said anything about the club at all, about her invitation. Did that mean no? Did that mean he saw it as a date and didn't want to go with her, or be seen with her? Or maybe she was ok but thinking about hanging around with other people like herself was the thing that bothered him? Or maybe the choice of music? Or, what if, he saw it as something dating people should do, but thought that they were just friends so that would be inappropriate? Wouldn't that suck?<br><br>But then he started saying something about a nice package or... wait. He thought she was interesting and the 'nice package', her body?, didn't hurt. So, that was like, him liking her? Wasn't it? Maybe a little, anyway, she hoped. Awesome complement if she had read it correctly.<br><br>Success!&nbsp; She had totally read his response correctly! He even said he'd pick her up and they'd go eat something. That was super close to a date, how awesome? So even if he didn't think of it as a date, getting one after this would be pretty easy. No problem.&nbsp; That is, up until she heard the rest of his statement. Wanting another date? There was no way Rusty could leave him hanging after that.<br><br>"That sounds awesome! Really!" There was no way to even begin to describe her reaction as subtle, she was way too excited for that. Damn. Well, there was no stopping this reaction, it had already started.<br><br>"I mean, if you have fun, that is. And we totally don't have to do the club thing or whatever on Saturday, whatever you wanna do is more than totally cool, you know? Oh! But I should totally give you my number. So like, when you come over on friday you can let me know when you're outside? It's not like I don't want you to meet my cousin and family, it's that if they meet you at the beginning of the night, they'll totally feel obligated to interrogate you so they can give my dad a full report. But, if they don't meet you til they're tired, then you won't get it nearly so harsh, you know? Which is totally stupid, you know, the whole giving my dad a report thing? Cuz they have no idea what I'm doing like.. ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, anyway. But bring up anything new at all, and they're all 'we have to look like good guardians' or whatever. I mean, you can totally come in and not call, but I'm just trying to make things easier, you know? They're just totally easier to deal with when they're too tired to pretend to give a crap..."<br><br>Lee finally trailed off as she realized she's probably gotten way ahead of herself and if he didn't think she was creepy before, he sure would now.<br><br>"Uh... sorry... I just, you know, didn't want you to think I was trying to hide you or ashamed or whatever..." she turned bright red as she went over all the stuff that had spilled out of her mouth in the last few moments. Oh, this was bad...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 12:13:51</strong>
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				This was quite fun. Her words just kept coming and coming, like an unstoppable torrent… no, a flood, yes that sounded much more accurate. He read many hidden compliments in it, or hoped he did at least. Peter was still no expert, but compared to this girl, he looked to be calm, collected and very self-assured. And he liked it. He also liked her. He hoped that was obvious since he did take her invitation as a date.<br><br>Oh…<br><br>He liked her…<br><br>Well, that was interesting to. She must be really something special, to have overwhelmed him like that so quickly. Peter was usually so oblivious… a girl’s crush on him would long have passed already before he even noticed there was somebody having a crush on him, however rare that was.<br><br>When she finally stopped speaking, going nervously on and on about her guardians, Peter had to smile. She was as red as a tomato. A fetching tomato at that. He had learned a lot about her from her comments, but to really understand her familial position, he would have to see it with his own eyes.<br><br>Well… he felt something welling up inside him, his masculinity, his instincts, every fiber of his being urging him to do something now that she was speechless and out of breath, while blushing hard.<br><br>He reached out, his strong, nimble hand cupping her cheek, his wall sticking powers humming electro statically against her skin, like a tingling warm glove, as he pulled her closer, before stepping it, capturing her surprised lips with his own, in a long, passionate kiss, one that he completely dominated, devouring her mouth, while not knowing how he knew how to kiss like this… just as the bell rang.<br><br>He kept the kiss up, before he felt his lunges protesting. Finally, he pulled back, before smiling smugly.<br><br>“Don’t worry so much for Friday. No matter what your family asks, it is going to be a great night. And Saturday, too. I’ll think about what to do. Now though, I have class, so see you at lunch?”<br><br>With that, he leaned in, stealing a quick peck on her moist, full lips, before he stepped back, turning away and walking off in the direction of his advanced algebra class, giving her a jaunty, almost cocky wave over his shoulder.<br><br>Peter Parker felt on top of the world now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 13:03:24</strong>
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				Again, it seemed to take a moment for her words to catch up with him, but not nearly as long as just before, though Lee might not have noticed, anyway, what for her loss of breath from just how much she had managed to say. Still, the feeling of dread pooled quickly in her stomach until Peter stopped in the most unexpected way.<br><br>He kissed her. <br><br>He <em>Kissed</em> her.<br><br>And not just like any kiss. No way. It was a full on, total lip contact kiss. What's more is that it was like she couldn't have pulled away if she had wanted to (which she hadn't). His fingers seemed to stick effortlessly to her skin, there was no loosing his grip on her chin or accidentally sliding out or anything. He just pulled her forward and kissed her.<br><br>Not just kissed her, but it was total domination kissing, like she had no say he just took it. Sending a thrill up her spine. This was SO much better than the dream, it was real! Way, way, way better. Though he didn't push her against the locker or anything, it was still better. He held onto her face and didn't let go, making sure that she couldn't pull back. He even ignored the bell in favor of kissing her.<br><br>And if anything could render her speechless, it was a kiss like that. When he pulled back, all she could do was stare up at him and that smug expression on his face. For once, no words came even though he asked her a question after reassuring her about her family. And then about Saturday. It took a bit for her brain to catch up to the fact that he wasn't put off by all that she had said. That was good. <br><br>She managed to nod when he mentioned lunch. And just when she thought her words were going to come back, he kissed her again. Though this time was not as awesomely dominating and long and just... all different kinds of great, but it was good too, except that it was quick.<br><br>Rusty still wasn't able to muster a reaction to the second kiss except to stare after him&nbsp; as he took off down the hall. Only once he was out of sight was she able to shake herself free and take off for her own class, unaware that the kiss had been witnessed by both Flash and Gwen, neither of which could believe what they had seen.<br><br>There was no way Lee would be able to focus until lunch came, and even then, well.. as long as she managed to find the lunchroom she figured everything would be fine...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 13:50:50</strong>
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				That feeling lasted and lasted, even when a few classes later, Flash walked into him, hard. Peter flinched, his skin still hypersensitive, but his growing confidence was in control now. He squared his shoulders and just walked on, pushing past Flash, who flinched, too, now, when a rock hard, muscled, yet lean should slammed in his sternum.<br><br>Must have hurt.<br><br>Who cared, though?<br><br>Not Peter.<br><br>His last class of the morning was easy as pe, and his mind was on Rusty and the kiss he had given her. It had been a great kiss… and he wanted more. Would he dare to kiss her more, before their date even? And what did it mean? She hadn’t protested, but he had overpowered her so, she couldn’t have resisted anyway. Did she like it? And did she look forward to more?<br><br>Only one way to find out.<br><br>He had to ask.<br><br>While newly confident, Peter was still Peter, and nerves crept up, making him fidgety, till the bell rang. Unlike ever before, he now practically ran from the classroom, towards the lunch hall, wanting to spend as much time as possible with Lee, or at least find out if she still wanted the date.<br><br>-<br><br>Gwen Stacy was fuming. For years, she had pined after Peter Parker. The naïve, cute little geek was so adorable and so handsome in her eyes… mostly, because of her own geekiness, she couldn’t get anyone better. But he had ignored her, been totally oblivious and whne she finally tried to make her move, he ignored her some more! She was over that. Peter Parker was dirt to her.<br><br>And now, after her Christmas make over, she was the top of the food chain at Midtown, with Mary Jane as her best friend. Now they were THE in-crowd.<br><br>But it still stung to see Peter kissing another girl, one he didn’t know for long and one that was definitely not in, nor as pretty as MJ or Gwen.<br><br>Jealousy was an ugly beast, for while she had realized being popular was cool, the only flaw Peter had was that he was so oblivious and a bit unreliable when it came to being on time. For the rest, she still considered him handsome, sweet and caring. And utterly brilliant, which might explain his flakiness and obliviousness to girls trying to get his attention. He was genius, and would definitely one day be famous for some amazing invention.<br><br>But now, Peter was persona non grata .<br><br>Facing the new girl before she could enter the lunch hall that ay, Gwen, MJ and some more of the in-crowd, like Liz Allen and Sally. The bitches of the school, in other words, now surrounding the loner girl.<br><br>“So… Rusty Lee, is it? What exactly are you doing with Peter Parker? Whoring yourself out to the only guy willing to take you and only because there is no one else he could possibly get?”<br><br>The girls laughed and Gwen’s cruel comment. They loved this<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 14:42:30</strong>
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				"Actually, it's Lee Russell. It's cuz of my last name people sometimes call me Rusty. Honestly, I'm cool with whatever" Lee responded to the first comment in a rather friendly manor, for all she had a good idea what was coming. This wasn't her first time getting cornered by the popular girls at a school. First time at this school, sure. But, the upside is that the guys weren't in on it too. That was always good news. Girls tended to like to fight with words rather than fists, so the survival rate was much higher.<br><br>"I mean for you guys to seek me out, I thought you'd atleast have my name figured out. It's not really that long, or hard to pronounce..." Rusty eyed them, having learned long ago that, if she was going to get a verbal beat down, at the very least she could try to have some fun with it. No regrets. Besides, now her awesome ability to just keep talking would be somewhat useful. Well, not really, she could actually get in a fight this way but, well, she didn't really have any desire to stop herself anyway.<br><br>"And, really, what did it look like I was doing? We were totally kissing in the hallway, that's what I was doing with him. It's not like you laid claim to him or anything, and, well, let's face it. I get the impression you blew your chance. I mean, why would you be all jealous if it were otherwise? And, FYI, kissing is totally not whoring myself out. You'd know that if you weren't a totally sheltered virgin. I'd wager a good bet that you're the only one out of your friends able to claim that. The red head throws herself at any guy who gives her the least attention. The blond one is so caught up in status she goes after who ever is most popular. The dark haired one is kindof a combination of the two. And you look like you sold out your real friends and who you really are to be in with these chicks. I mean, I might not have been at this school long, but past yearbooks don't lie. I saw who you used to hang out with and how you used to look and dress.<br><br>"When you don't spend your time always worrying about status, there's a lot of time to observe others. and I must say I'm pretty good at that. Bet I hit every nail on the head, huh? I mean, really. I've been to so many highschools, you're all the same. At least I get to say I keep to my true self and don't worry about what everyone else thinks.<br><br>"I mean, really. If I gave a flying fuck what anyone thought about&nbsp; me do you really think I'd dress this way? Or be chewing you out right now? Not really. This whole 'gang up on the different one' got old a long time ago, I'm so over it you have no idea.<br><br>"And, you know, I figure I got a pretty good chance of walking away from this, since there's only four of you. I'd be a little more worried if there were some guys in your group. Though I don't suppose that would have really stopped me anyway. I have a big mouth, and obviously I'm not afraid to use it. Also not afraid of you. Or any rumors you set up about me. Seeing as how I don't know any of your names, and don't really care, I probably won't hear anything you say about me unless you say it to my face.<br><br>"oh, and you have no right or reason to say anything derogatory about Peter. Especially when he never did anything to deserve it"<br><br>Lee closed her mouth and waited, not nearly stupid enough to believe they'd just let her walk away. But, she had had worse. Four girls was nothing compared to her last highschool...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 19:10:05</strong>
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				Gwen was fuming with rage, but coming from her naïve and quiet pre-history, she couldn’t immediately answer. However, Mary Jane, Liz and Sally were more than up to the task.<br><br>“What the hell, you little girl. Where do you get off insulting us? You don’t even belong here. Perhaps we should make it obvious to you this is High School, not elementary school. You can return here in a few years, when you’ve grown up a bit… and start your puberty… and maybe have the awareness there is a social order here”, Mary Jane bit out.<br><br>Sally was soon to follow up, with her own scathing words. “We don’t let, like, anyone as totally dumb and lowly… and most of all, like, ugly, as you speak to us like that. We are the queens and you are no more than a pasa… peesan… a farmer! A nothing! A total nitwit, a dweeb and a totally ugly bitch. Why don’t you totally run back to, like, your guardians and let them totally pick yet another school. Did they totally kick you out of your previous ones, too, for being such a total tart? Huh?”<br><br>Liz was last, but not least. “Now, you better stay away from Puny Parker. He, while a total geek, is far too good for you. And he would be kissing the heavens and the floor we walk on if one of us deigned it to speak to him. A smile from me and he will forget you ever existed. So, run home, you little brat, and leave the relationships to the people who actually can keep one.”<br><br>Gwen and Liz were still kind of crushing on Pete. Both having hugged him for comfort before, they both had felt the hard as steel, muscled body underneath. They had also experienced his wit and his care, receiving hugs for comfort when they most needed it. Besides, both of them, and MJ, realized that while poor now, one day, he was going to be some kind of famous surgeon or scientist, raking in the money. So maybe it was time to rail him in before his fame and money would attract more women.<br><br>Sally, of course, was too unintelligent and self-absorbed to see any of Peter’s potential.<br><br>-<br><br>As Peter was heading towards the lunch hall, his spider-sense tingled slightly, and soon, the cause was clear. A crowd of cheering and jeering students, guys and girls, had gathered around the confrontation between Lee the Loner, as they were now mockingly calling her, and the Fantastically Foxy Foursome on the other side.<br><br>Oh boy… trouble for sure. Peter shouldered his way through the crowd, hanging around close to Lee, behind her in fact, yet mostly out of sight from the Foursome and definitely out of Lee’s sight. He wanted to interfere, he wanted to speak up, but paused, for now. Lee could handle herself. And he knew some people, most likely Lee included, wanted to fight their own battles. Still, he was here, and the moment she needed comfort or support, he would approach and speak up.<br><br>That kiss before was not meaningless after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 06:33:55</strong>
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				Lee tilted her head, a rather calm expression remaining on her face. Having been the new kid so many times, and the weird new kid at that, lead her to have a tough skin. That and how much she liked to talk meant that this was far from over. Especially since she had yet to show much of any emotion, while all the girls already seemed completely pissed off.<br><br>"Are you guys trying to make me cry?" an almost-smirk graced her face for a moment, "Cuz, you know, gonna have to try a helluva lot better than that to even get me mad. Seriously, I've had so much better."<br><br>"I mean, seriously? Calling me a little girl? So I look a bit younger due to my lack of height and features, also lack of sunlight which leads to little or no skin damage. Might be fun to insult me now, but when I'm forty-five and look like I'm in my twenties, I sure as hell won't be complaining. And you're right, this isn't elementary school, kids seem to have it pretty smart when they're younger, a lot more open minded when it comes to who to be friends with. Also, bringing up the social order is not really the way to win out here, since I totally already brought up my awareness of it earlier. I just don't care about such a petty thing, and it's obvious you do. So have fun being petty I guess."<br><br>"And you, the blond cheerleader who can't come up with or seem to pronounce the word 'peasant' calling me dumb? I mean, I suppose you could be looking for the phrase 'plebeian farmer' but somehow I don't think so. I'm a military brat, thus why so many schools. Not from getting kicked out, thank you very much. And FYI, they don't kick people out of school for being slutty or you'd be one of the first here to take off. They kick people out for setting fires, or starting too many fights, or hurting other students. I figure if you really thought I was kicked out you wouldn't be so gung-ho about cornering me and verbally attacking me. But, then again, I think we established you aren't exactly the sharpest crayon in the box,&nbsp; so I really can't say now, can I?" Lee actually grinned, somewhat wolfishly. Mostly for show, really, though she really had yet to be worked up. Especially since it didn't seem likely that, thus far, anyone was going to try to jump her or attack her, so things were going pretty good, really.<br><br>"So... you're gonna tell me to stay away from someone whom you snub and claim not to care for? Really? Seems a little, I dunno, contradictory I guess. And then, the way you're telling me off is almost like you like him, but then you insult him in the same breath. Aren't you just a smidge confused? cuz it sure seems that way. And if Peter thought he was too good for me I sincerely doubt he would have kissed me." Rusty shrugged a little, "Besides, if he went after someone as bitchy as you then he's not who I thought he was. And, by the way, how do you know anything about relationships? You're still in highschool, and thus a novice."<br><br>"I mean, lets face it, you four are gonna end up being the girls who peaked in highschool. At least I have something better for me in the future." Lee shrugged a little, her voice very matter-of-fact.<br><br>"By the way, bravo on drawing the crowd. Does it make you feel all tingly when you know you're being watched? Make it that much more exciting? I didn't know you were such exhibitionists, really. Me, I don't go for that kind of thing." Lee smirked, wondering if anyone at all picked up the innuendo there, she'd lain it on pretty thick, but then again, they were the ones insisting on calling her a whore. The main goal, there, was to make them feel uncomfortable.<br><br>"And, really? Alliteration again? Is that the current insult trend here, cuz it really isn't all that clever. Like I said, I've had better."<br><br>Though she didn't show it, the crowd was making her just a little nervous. On one hand, she thought that it was much less likely that someone would try to hurt her with so many people around. But on the other hand, if they developed some sort of mob mentality, she could get hurt pretty fast. That's not to say she regretted any of her words or actions thus far, because she didn't. Lee was just keeping tabs on the situation at hand.<br><br>And it wasn't so much that she liked to antagonize people as that if they decided to be mean to her, it was her reaction to that. When she was pushed, Rusty would become rather confrontational and push back harder. Needless to say she was pretty good at it, and at remaining calm the whole time. That is, at least appearing calm. Years of being the lowest on the social totem pole had taught her self preservation by way of never showing weakness to an enemy. That meant acting confident and unfazed by anything they would throw at her...<br><br>--<br><br>Flash was one of the many students gathered around the girls as the four ganged up on the one, and, unlike many of the others, happened to notice that Puny Parker had worked his way through the crowd and was able to follow. Eager and ready to get Parker back for that surprisingly hard hit earlier in the hallway.<br><br>Sliding up to the geek, Flash hissed, "So, Puny Parker, not gonna help your girl out? Or is that the only thing that'd go out with you? You even lost Gwen, and i thought you geeks'd never be separated! But now she's hot but you're still not, sting much?" Smirking, he bumped Peter hard with his shoulder "Think that Lee is gonna wanna hang with you now when everyone's giving her a hard time about it, Puny Parker? She'll ditch you too, then you'll be back to nothin'."<br><br>Grinning cruelly, Flash turned his attention to the verbal confrontation, wondering, briefly, if it might actually turn into a cat fight...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 10:22:10</strong>
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				<br><br>A flash of protectiveness, a flash of pure anger, no of pure, undiluted rage ran through Peter's body. Something more primal and more dangerous than Venom ever could hope to be stirred in him. It did not turn him into a black slimy monster hozever. No, it had another, profound effect. Shyness, timidness and calmness faded. Gone was the reserved Puny Parker who would never hurt a fly or speak back. <br><br>Before his very eyes, Lee, his... girlfriend for all intents and purposes, or at least she becoming that in the very near future, was beig targeted and abused. Perhaps not physically, but he could see how the hard, mean words hit her. She stood strong, and he admired that, as did the instinct guiding him now. But he could not stand to see how his mate was being abused! Especially not because of him.<br><br>His mate?<br><br>Oh boy... guess there is a mental discussion coming up soon to consider thios odd development. Peter had to admit Lee made excellent girlfriend material in his eyes... but to call her his mate? Where did that come from? More important things first, odd mental stuff later.<br><br>But then Flash bumped into him, saying things that would have ole' Puny Peter Parker cringing, not in the least because it was actually true what he was saying. But no more! Peter snapped. Only just restraining himself from decking Flash across the hallway, he took a deep breath, before stepping forward. This caused a din in the loud girlfight in the ,iddle of the crowd. His action prevented the foursome from heaping more verbal abuse upon Rusty, and they didn't look pleased about it, least of all Gwen.<br><br>Knowing violence wasn't the way to go, Peter elected a far more delicious way to shut them up. Exuding confidence like never before, his body the epitome of grace and hidden power, he strode towards Lee, before simply grabbing her, his lips catching her surprised ones, before he continued to kiss her into Seventh Heaven, pouring untold amounts of passion and arousal into a kiss that turned heated very quickly, while his powerful hands held her, caressed her, before one landed publicly on her behind, cupping it, squeezing it softly, while his other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her locked in the devouring kiss.<br><br>Only after minutes of this intense kissing did he let her go, only to murmur, "I believe we had lunch scheduled. You joining me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 11:50:21</strong>
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				Suddenly the crowd quieted down a bit, and Rusty noticed that the girls' attention had shifted from her to something directly behind her. Well, that sort of shift in focus was usually a bad thing as far as fights were concerned, so Lee had a bad feeling that someone was coming up behind her, and probably not with friendly intentions either.<br><br>Spinning quickly to face the new threat, Lee was surprised to find that it was Peter. The shock, though, only lasted a moment, and from there almost immediately bloomed into anger fueled and caused mostly by her need for confrontation when being attacked. Being geared up and ready to keep on the long haul with this verbal battle did not help things in the slightest.<br><br>Did Peter think she couldn't take care of herself? What was he doing, did he think he was rescuing her? No Way did she need to be saved, she could handle herself just fine! He needed to back off and away from this right now!<br><br>Opening her mouth to tell Peter to let her take care of herself, Lee was in no way prepared for him to pull her into a kiss. A very passionate and almost brutal kiss. One that put the kiss in the hallway to shame. It made her knees weak and her heart pound and all her anger and defensiveness melt almost all the way away.<br><br>That is, until he grabbed her ass and squeezed, fondling her in front of everyone. Did he believe what they said, about her being a whore? Why else would he think she'd be ok with him grabbing her like that? The rage that had almost settled down and away flared again, making her face heat up with embarrassment. Not that she cared what others thought, but it was very important to her what Peter thought of her, and if he thought what they said was true.. Before she could pull away and give someone (she wasn't sure who she was mad at anymore) the what-for, Peter's hand came around her head, grabbing her hair and holding her in the kiss.<br><br>Again, it took very little time of continued kissing for her angry reaction to die down again to almost nothing, by the time he pulled back Rusty's face was flushed with happiness and passion after the kiss and had been left mostly speechless. his question had her only nodding in response as she followed him through the crowd and into the lunchroom to their usual table.<br><br>"Peter!" as she sat down, everything that had happened seemed to catch up to her, so she could finally react, though this time with a level head and only a little irritation, rather than anger, "I can take care of myself, what'd you do that for?" and then, before he could distract her from the other thing, she added "Why did you grab my ass like that? Do you.. do you believe what they said, about me being a whore...?" that question started off irritated too, but quickly devolved into the insecurity that she felt about that, and it revealed that, though she hadn't publicly let their words hurt her, that deep inside they had still cut her enough that it shook her confidence in herself and her relationship with Peter. Would he really leave her if one of those girls expressed an interest in him?<br><br>Not that they had said they were dating.. just going out atleast twice but it was almost the same thing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:22:13</strong>
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				<br><br>Peter was cooling down, his rage, his passion, both leaving his body, seeping out as if something bleeding out its heat. But then her words came, and the heat regained strength. A different heat this time, though. Red blossomed on his cheeks, as they sat at the lunch table. His mind processed her words and saw how their words and his actions could have cuased her to think this. <br><br>It embarrassed him greatly.<br><br>Blushing, he started to speak, but hearing himself only stutter, he fell silent again. Trying to collect his thoughts and to form an answer that would convey his thoughts, his feelings, without accidentally saying things she could take badly. He wouldn't say or think such things, but in his inexperience and nervousness, the things he said coud not be exactly what he wants to say.<br><br>Makes sense?<br><br>No? No worries, Peter was confusing himself.<br><br>"Lee, I don't think you are a whore or anything like that in the slightest. I like you. I like you a great deal, in fact. And I know you can take care of yourself. It is just... I couldn't keep standing there, watching you being the target all alone. I knew you didn't need or want outright help, but then, something... I can't describe it... something inside welled up, urging me to stand by you, to not let you alone. Then, Flash butted in, and I responded before I could think twice. And I don' regret it. I just hope you are not angry about what I did. It was as if I wasn't completely in control of myself anymore. Like... Like my Spi... Like as if I ate a bunch of hormones this morning."<br><br>He paused, glad he had caught himself just in time. He would have said his Spidersense, for that was exactly how it felt, now that he thought about it.<br><br>"And for me being so... forward and public... I didn't want to make you seem dependable on me, so I didn't call those girls out or went to your defence. I just showed everyone you wre mine, completely, and that... that... Well... I mean..."<br><br>He trailed of insecurely, blushing even brighter, only now his mind catching up to whjat he had claimed. She was his. He had actually said that... Oh Boy... She was going to kill him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:43:32</strong>
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				Peter seemed so flustered. Lee watched him, feeling that happy, fuzzy feeling she got when she was able to see him act so cute. One of her favorite things was seeing Peter so red and flustered, and that was almost enough to make her forget about what she was worrying about. Almost. It sure went a long way to making her believe him when he finally was able to get his words out.<br><br>He liked her 'a great deal'? Those words made her face light up about as red as his, and a smile to come across her face even before he got very far in his explanation. Lee was pretty easy to please, it seemed. And he said that he knew she could take care of herself, but he didn't want her to have to be alone, that was so sweet! <br><br>Giggling at his hormone comment, Lee couldn't help but catch his almost slip. Hopefully in the future he'd be more careful, but at least the slip was with her, and she already knew his secret, even if he didn't know she knew. And she would never give away his secret, not ever. Not even if something happened between them and they no longer liked eachother, or were even friends. Rusty was not the sort to needlessly give away the secrets of others.<br><br>Then, he said that she was his. That cause another blush to light up her face, and she stared at him as he blushed and seemed unsure. Really, Peter probably thought she'd be mad at him, but it made her feel more of that fuzziness inside. It was a good feeling.<br><br>"Y-yours, Peter?" it took her just a second to come back to herself, though, as she'd proven with those girls, her talkative, flippant attitude could be faked if she needed to. And right now she didn't want to seem as flustered as he had made her, so she pushed the other portion of her personality forward, "Well... I guess I can be yours, except you can't get too controlling, 'kay? 'Cuz I'm mine too, you know." she grinned at him, trying to get him back to himself too and less nervous, to put him at ease. And Rusty did not have to force that grin, it just came out all on its own.<br><br>"So, tomorrow's friday, you know, right? And we're still going to the club?" she tried to change the subject, right now she wanted to focus on something happy rather than keep talking about things that reminded her of those girls. Also she kindof wanted to ask him what he was going to wear, because, while not especially picky sometimes the bouncers wouldn't let someone in if they didn't think they would fit in. It kept too many fights from happening. Except Lee didn't want Peter to think she was trying to make him dress like someone he wasn't, because she did like him just the way he was. Besides, if there was trouble she could probably talk them in anyway, so she figured bringing it up would be moot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 10:37:35</strong>
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				<br><br>Why had he almost slipped? Usually, he was so secretive and secure about it, he was notiorious for having become flaky, distracted, and a bit silly with his excuses all the time. Yet, right now, talking to his would be girlfriend, he almost told her then and there what he was feeling, without muting it through the secret identity filter. She was doing odd things to his mind. Maybe, she was a telepath. A really cool one, if that was the case, and pretty, and a good kisser and...<br><br>Lets leave this tangent now, before Peter works himself into a frenwied lust cloud again, going around, kissing and touching pretty girls in public, overpowering them.<br><br>And then, there was his claim of her being his! Did he have a deathwish?<br><br>Nope. Seemed like she liked it. A lot. Peter's own embarrasment faded considerably at that, seeing she was as affected by his words as he was, in a good way, and she was even able to joke about it. She was funny indeed, making him stumble over his attempted reply with laughter.<br><br>"Yea, haha, I am sure to grant you that little bit of control... But not too often."<br><br>Then, however, she addressed the issue about the club. He was unsure where she was going with this, but he was relieved none of her words seemed to be negative about the idea. Then the clue hit him. A club?! Wow. He never thought he was cool enough to go clubbing. But she had invited him, and with his curretn weird state of mind, both confident, with still a hint of shyness, yet pure arousal and... an urge to be in control, he grinned at her.<br><br>"Ready to be dazzled at this club of yours? Of course we are still on for it! But I think I would need some advice. My general appearance and clothing style is rather... youngish and geeky, not really the kind of style they allow entrance to at any club. Care to assist me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 12:03:27</strong>
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				Lee outright laughed "Better give me more then a little bit of control.. I totally think it should be the other way around, don't you? I grant you a bit, I mean" she blushed just slightly at the thought that that statement could have been taken that she wanted to control him, which wasn't at all what she had had in mind. Not if that dream said anything about her innermost wants, anyway.<br><br>At Peter's surprised expression regarding the club, she almost thought he had changed his mind, but now, considering all the expressions he rapidly flashed though, he didn't seem to have caught that they were going to a club the first time around. that was odd, and rather funny, really. Did that mean that he was so pleased to be going on a date with her that he didn't pay attention to what sort of date it was? That was more than a little cute. And it made those happy tingly feelings come back.<br><br>"Dazzled? Does that mean you dance, Mr. Parker?" Rusty grinned at him as she teased him a bit, though she began thinking about his request. <br><br>"You aren't geeky, Peter, seriously, you aren't. But... it is more like.. mainstream casual, which isn't really what people who go to this club wear, you know? But, you should wear whatever you're comfortable with, I don't want you to feel like you have to change who you are or what you're comfortable in just to hang out with me. I'm sure I can get us in anyway. I usually hang with a few of the regulars at another club, they're the ones who told me about this one, so I'm sure if we really needed them too, they'd help talk us in.<br><br>"But... if you wanna blend in a little easier, you could go with some darker, preferably black, pants. Baggier or tight if you want, just don't let them obviously be jeans if you can help it, and possibly a darker shirt. You could just go with a dark T-shirt if you want, but if you had like a black dress-shirt I have a few ties so I could loan you one. I just don't want you to be&nbsp; uncomfortable..." Lee looked a little conflicted. Dressing Peter in black would be so hot. But then again, the last thing she wanted was for him to be someone he wasn't, or feel like he had to look or act a part that was uncomfortable for him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 12:17:01</strong>
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				<br><br>Peter felt at ease now. He was more confident than her, and that made him feel very good about himself and about them. As she was talking, he fetl the urge to place his hand on top of hers, even as he was listening intently to her newest rambling. Yes, he liked her rambling. It was cute, and unlike Sally's brainless chatter, or random gossiping from the incrowd, Lee usually rambled about either interesting subjects, or things Peter actually wanted or needed to know, like the appropiate dress code for a club, the club she intended to take him to.<br><br>That, however, didn't stop him from cringing slightly zhen she mentioned a black outfit. Not that he would refuse to wear it, or make sure he fit in at least a bit at the club, it was just the colour black had gained a rather negative connotation in his mind. It could be explained in one word.<br><br>Venom.<br><br>But he quickly steeled himself and covered his cringing with an indulgent smile.<br><br>"I am sure I have some black pants at home, ones that aren't jeans. As for the shirt, I might have to check my wardrobe, or I'll figure something out. I am not entirely destitute, after my newest paycheck at the Bugle. And maybe I can get a new one even, I still have pictures of that fight yesterday evening."<br><br>And so he did, even as the memory made him feel conscious about his bruised and aching body. Nothing he couldn't handle though.<br><br>"Is there anything else I should be aware of, before attending this club? Or... would you like to give me suggestions where to take you on Saturday? Would you prefer a movie? The theatre? Or maybe... the Exhibit at the Metropolitan of modern photography?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 07:00:09</strong>
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				Though he tried to cover it up, Lee caught his cringe and tilted her head a little, figuring it probably had to do with the clothing she mentioned, even though he tried to cover it up. This was the whole reason she had wanted him to be comfortable and only pay attention to her advise if it was something he would like to wear. It was a little frustrating that he was trying to go out of his way to fit in, as odd as that was.<br><br>"Peter, seriously, if you aren't comfortable wearing something, don't wear it. And definitely don't go out to buy something to wear just this once. It's totally not worth it. And, I just said darker. I personally prefer black, sure, but, I mean, it doesn't have to be. Black pants are usually most common, sure, but like, you could wear gray or dark red or something similar and still fit in. I'm just trying to suggest more mainstream stuff that you'd probably have, you know? Please don't feel uncomfortable, it'll make everything less fun. Wear what you want and let me worry about getting us in if you aren't comfortable in all black or don't have anything that would work. The main reason that there's an almost-dress code isn't like at those high-end clubs or whatever where you have to look good enough or have enough money to make it. It has to do with too many assholes who pay cover and enter looking for a fight with the 'freaks'. If it doesn't look like you'll fit in, that causes the bouncers to be cautious, but if you're with people who come alot or do fit with it then it'll be just fine. Really."<br><br>Sighing after that huge mouthful of words, Lee blinked at Peter as the rest of what he had said caught up with her. "Also, just so you know, I don't think you're destitute. I just think it's stupid to go buy something you'll only ever wear like once. If you're going to buy clothing, it better be something you like that you'll wear enough to make it worth it. If it's not something you like, Peter, I wouldn't want you to be in it, period. Ok?"<br><br>"I don't think there's much you need to know. I mean, the group I visit with are all really friendly. There's some jerks, just like anywhere else, but I don't expect trouble or anything. Some people seem to think that to fit in they need to be all morose and expressionless or dark or whatever. Just ignore them. It's who a person is that matters, not how they dress or present themselves to others."<br><br>Blushing a little at his mention of Saturday, Rusty shrugged a little "I'm not too particular, really. I don't want you to go spending a lot of money or anything, though. We should do something fun. And, this will probably sound really weird, seeing as how I love photography and all, but I'm so picky about my own photographs that I have trouble appreciating many other photographers' work. I mean, yes, there's some brilliant people out there, with awesome works and photos that just make me wanna die they're so totally unbelievable. But, many of them, especially many that seem to get into exhibits, just don't really, do it for me. Isn't that weird? I mean, I get that I should like it and enjoy it, but I just.. get picky. <br><br>"And that's totally not to say that I think my photos are great, I don't. They don't compare to some of the great works out there by even half. But many of the photographers who get shown in museums do series of photos of something like... lawn chairs in black and white. I'm really not interested in looking at photos of lawn chairs. I like... colorful macro photography of insects, or flowers with dew on them, or ice or snow with brilliant light reflections. I like photos of colored water being dropped into clear and slowly mixing in, or tiny corn snakes coiled around a miniature motorcycle. These are the sorts of things that don't really make it into museums, you know? Sometimes, yeah, but not usually. Plus, you know, visits to something like the Metropolitan are super expensive." Lee bit her bottom lip slightly, worrying it between her teeth. She hoped that Peter wouldn't feel upset or like she shot down his idea. It was a great idea, the museum, and had she been anyone else it would have been great. But if they had gone, he'd probably be watching for her reaction to the photos and then would have been upset if she didn't find them awesome. And she'd be worried about trying to look like she was enjoying herself if the photos weren't in her narrow field of 'like'. It would be a tense date and not that enjoyable for either of them.<br><br>"Now, if the museum were something <em>you</em> really wanted to do, I'd still love to go. I get the feeling that you brought it up just for me, though. Besides, since I picked the club, you should get to pick what we do on Saturday. That way it's only fair. I mean, you don't even have to take me anywhere if you don't want to; we could just hang out somewhere if you like. I don't want to get in the way of your job, either. So what I said about friday totally extends to Saturday: If something comes up and you have to go where Spiderman is or will probably show up, I totally understand and don't want you to feel bad or conflicted about leaving, ok? Plus I'll hang around for you to come back if that's what you'd want." Rusty grinned at him, wondering if he was upset. Perhaps she should have kept her big mouth shut about the museum.<br><br>Nervously, Lee retrieved her usual thermos of tea from her bag, along with a peach and a plum to eat for lunch. It was becoming apparent that this was her usual meal, even though it wasn't much at all. The first thing she set out to do was peel the peach: that fuzzy skin was just nasty to eat...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 20:06:54</strong>
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				All Peter could do was smile as she started rambling again. It was still amusing, fun and interesting to listen to. Even particularly funny at times, especially when she went of on a tangent. The funniest thing, in a non-mocking way, was that she started rambling about his choice of appearance when she didn’t know where his original cringing had originated from. It would be interesting to see if he told her the true reason, just to notice her reaction. He would have to give her a watered down version, though. <br><br>Yet, he promised himself then and there he would tell her no lies. He might omit the out and outright truth, at times, but he would not lie to her. Something within him told him he would not be able to live with himself if he hurt her by telling lies, or coming up with lame excuses.<br><br>She was giving him a great out, in fact, by telling him he could run out at any time for his job as photographer, without holding it against him. Peter was quite amazed at this, and happily pleased. On the other hand, he resolved to not just leave her behind, unless he really didn’t have any other choice. Stopping yet another mugging could wait, or be ignored. A rampaging supervillain was another matter. He would just have to trust his Spider-sense to make the right call for him.<br><br>When she went on to tell him her thoughts on his suggestions for the second date, the smile didn’t leave his face, even when she practically tore into his idea about the photography exhibit at the Metropolitan. Some might have taken it badly, yet Spiderman didn’t. How could he? He simply listened to her explanation, and found himself understanding that. If he didn’t want to at least hear her thoughts on the subject, namely the choice of activity for the second date, he wouldn’t have suggested so many things and asked her opinion about them. He wanted to do something fun for the both of them. <br><br>He liked how she went practically overboard trying to make sure she didn’t hurt his feelings with her words, and he appreciated that. He could understand her, truly. He could tell she was nervous about the date, and about scaring him away with her waterfall of words or her opinions. But he wasn’t scared away. Not at all.<br><br>It was quite endearing, really.<br><br>When she finally stopped speaking and turned her attention completely to the difficult task of peeling a peach, he grinned, just watching her for a moment. She was so… intent and careful in her approach of the peach, it was delightful to see. Her face scrunched up as she did her best to complete her mission without dripping the juices of the moist, soggy fruit all over the table, or worse, her clothes. Not easy, at all.<br><br>When she finally seemed to make headway, Peter broke the temporary silence.<br><br>“I wouldn’t mind wearing black, Lee. I was just… When you mentioned it at first, I just got a flash of seeing a writhing black slimy suit with a lethal, drooling maw, a bit too up close for comfort. This Venom character is creepy… and the first mention of black made me think of him. But I’ll happily buy a comfortable, black shirt or something. I want to make a good impression by your side. So, no more worrying about that, okay?”<br><br>There, Peter liked how he had handled that. He told her the truth, without telling her the things he actually wanted to keep a secret. Now to answer her other comments.<br><br>“As for the second date and the Metropolitan, I merely suggested that, because I am reasonably interested, and I thought you’d be, too. It is not like I am fully intent on going there. And I see your point about liking only a small part of the exhibit. We should do something really fun, but also something that allows us to spend time actually together, and talk or laugh or whatever, not spent the time merely in each other’s presence, if you get my point. How about we go for a coffee, maybe a good dessert and we can see what we’ll do afterwards? We can still go to either of our places and just have a fun time hanging, as you say.”<br><br>The rest of lunch was spent talking, generally getting to know each other better and lots of pleased laughter, as a peach, a plum and a pile of ham and cheese sandwiches were consumed, accompanied by a thermos of tea and several mugs of chocolate milk and glasses of orange juice. Hey! A superhero needed his energy to fight the bad guys! Besides, spider-enhanced metabolism kept Peter from growing fat, no matter what he would eat.<br><br>-<br><br>Gwen was fuming.<br><br>Mary Jane saw red. (no pun intended)<br><br>Liz was consumed by envy.<br><br>Sally… well… Sally didn’t think or feel much at all. Oh! Her hair looked so good, reflected in the shiny spoon!<br><br>As the week passed by, they noticed how the relatively new kid, strange as she was, grew closer and closer to Peter Parker. It was obvious they were a couple now, or about to become one. And it simply couldn’t be accepted by the three brains of the foursome.<br><br>Sally disliked the two of them on principle, even though she didn’t know what principle meant. It sounded distint… distiguis… it sounded fancy.<br><br>For some unfathomable reason, three girls that could have any guy they wanted, were jealous of the bint that was now getting together with Peter Parker. To Sally, this would be incomprehensible, even though she though slimy little critters like Parker should never have a girl, on principle –yes, here we go with the fancy word again- alone.<br><br>What few people realized, was that while these three girls were ‘in’ and the three most gorgeous girls in the school, they were not brainless. Gwen was intelligent and studious. Mary Jane and Liz not so much, perhaps, but they were cunning and ambitious, dangerous attributes for beautiful women to have. They knew Peter Parker was the easiest ticket to the High Society they could get. With his brilliance in all things scientific, he was sure to make some invention that had fame and money written all over it. Next to that, he was not too bad to look at. No Brad Pitt, perhaps, but definitely cute enough, with the potential for manliness under an adorable geeky cover. And, with their beauty, he would never stray, being just to grateful to obtain a goddess like them into his bed and sharing his name.<br><br>But that bint was getting him! He didn’t even look at them anymore. All the geek had eyes for was the rather odd girl that had a tendency to ramble. She had no curves to speak off, her hair was a mess, and her sense of fashion took a permanent hiatus, from the choice of her clothes. Basically, she was pretty average, but worse, she was an outcast. And Peter stuck with her.<br><br>Seeing his smile every time he noticed her set their blood boiling. The attention he gave her, the endearing gentlemanly ways he tried to act around her… it made them want him all the more. Through careful observation, they had found out Peter would be taking her on a date to a club none of the in-crowd would be caught dead at. So… they plotted and planned.<br><br>That Friday, three bombshells would show up in the hottest black dresses available for sale, and made up, and whatever it is that girls do, like Queens. One of them would get Peter Parker… or at least break him and that girl that had dared to speak back to them up.<br><br>-<br><br>Friday<br><br>-<br><br>Yep. Today was the day. School had been easy, even if Peter had felt his nerves growing as the school day approached its end. Now, though, he felt… odd. But in a good way. Anxious, anticipating, and almost giddy. A smile decorated his face, making him look quite handsome, especially in combination with his black shirt –a high quality one in a fancy, designer-yet-casual fashion- and his black slackers. He was showered, shaven, a hint of Calvin Klein Perfume (One) lingering around him, as he eyed himself in the mirror. His black appearance contrasted sharply with the green stemmed red rose in his hands. As he looked at himself, he noticed his muscles rippling under the silky soft cloth of his shirt. His muscular, athletic body, usually hidden under his baggy, casual clothes, now was shown of in its top shape. He would never have worn this to school, or even bought this outfit at all… but he wanted to impress Lee. And when the saleslady that helped him had surprisingly swooned over him after his make-over (simply a wardrobe update), he had decided to go for it.<br><br>He was aiming to bedazzle Lee and make her his, completely, just like his words days earlier had implied, even though he still couldn’t fully understand where that desire was coming from.<br><br>He did think she was attractive and fanciable, no doubt about it, but his possessiveness… He didn’t want to think about it. Tonight, it was their first date. The first of many to come.<br><br>Thirty minutes later, Peter Parker, looking more handsome than ever before, rang the door to the place Lee was staying at.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 09:32:57</strong>
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				Peter was quiet for so long after she had stopped speaking that Lee figured she had upset him, and was actually a bit afraid to even look up at him and try to judge how badly she'd messed up from the expression on his face. Finishing the peeling of the peach, she slowly ate it, careful of the dripping juices, wrapping most of the squishy fruit in a napkin while she bit into it, finally stealing a glance at his smiling face. Smiling? Then he wasn't mad, as she had thought. It was about that moment he chose to speak up.<br><br>And then he explained why wearing black bothered him. It made sense, really, especially having to fight such a creature. It was when Venom showed up that Spiderman had moved out of his black phase anyway, so the color must have really left an impression. But he was still willing to dress to fit in and while it upset her a bit, Rusty just accepted that he would do it anyway, no mater how much she said on the subject of him being comfortable being top priority.<br><br>Also, he didn't seem upset at all by her shooting his idea down, and instead took it in stride. "Coffee sounds fantastic, Peter. I'd love to just, you know, hang out with you. I don't want you to feel like you have to impress me: I already like you, that's why I asked&nbsp; you to the club, you know. And I'm really very happy that you're willing to go out of your comfort zone for me, it makes me like you more, you know?"<br><br>Grinning a little at that, Lee blushed only slightly, and then happily continued on their conversation. Peter was so easy to talk to, and fun too, that she hardly noticed the time pass until lunch was over...<br><br>___ __ _<br><br>Peter was supposed to be here soon, and Rusty had never felt so nervous before. Not even the first few times she had changed schools, before she figured the system out and how to slide by without being noticed too much. It was really, really important to her that Peter liked her and hopefully would have fun at the club. If it seemed like he wasn't, she'd take him out and they could find something else to do. Maybe he didn't like that kind of music, or wouldn't like it anyway. Or what if he didn't like her friends there? Or, even worse, what if he didn't like how she had dressed? He better not have gone out and bought something expensive for this one night, or she was gonna lay into him again about that.<br><br>Hopefully, the night would be awesome. Her cousin's husband and almost-highschool-age daugher were out, since it had been his turn to take her to her dance class. That girl was so embarrassed of Rusty it wasn't even funny. Already she'd been made to promise five times over that, when the girl got into highschool, that Lee would never, ever mention that they were related, let alone talk to her. So image conscious and worried about status. For the most part Cara and her father, Steve, choose to ignore Lee. Emiline usually left her alone too; they'd gotten along when Rusty was younger, so living with them had seemed like a good idea, but Emiline was more interested in her own family and pretty close to sharing her husband and daughter's opinion of Lee now anyway.<br><br>With only Emiline to worry about, Lee was pretty sure that Peter showing up wouldn't cause too big a stir; she went out to the club almost every weekend, so a boy picking her up shouldn't be a huge deal. Hopefully, anyway. If Peter called her phone instead of ringing the bell, Emiline wouldn't even have to know. Not that she was trying to keep Peter a secret, but Emiline would tell her father, and probably make a big fuss about doing it right then and there. Not really out of spite, but more because she didn't approve of Rusty's friends, way of dressing, or that she went out most weekends until really late at night or early morning. And she thought that if her Uncle kept a tighter reign on his daughter, she wouldn't be the way she was.<br><br>Sighing softly, Lee turned back to her reflection in the little desk-top mirror she used to put on makeup and finished up her eyeshadow, which was a brilliant lime green just striped over her eye just above her black eyeliner. The only other bit she had on was a mildly shiny gloss on her lips, just enough to emphasize them a touch. Her hair had taken longer, the short, choppy strands had quite a bit of product in them to make them hold in the messy, spiky bun she had half-twisted it into. The tips of her hair, which stood out all over the place while the shorter bits that framed her face hung down, were topped with a lime green color, it was a sort of gel that washed out pretty easily.<br><br>Tonight she wore a pair of somewhat tight, but still fairly loose, black bondage pants with a light skull pattern on them, in a almost greenish-gray that just barely was noticeable. They almost looked like shorts except that they had straps holding the rest of the leg on a few inches under where they had stopped originally. Her top was a black, long sleeve shirt that had holes cut in it and one sleeve missing, layered over lime green fishnets and a matching tank-top (so that the green showed through the holes in the shirt). On her feet were her usual knee-high combat boots.<br><br>Rusty was on a total lime green kick lately, and her clubbing outfit showed it. Hopefully Peter wouldn't be turned off by it, it was a little more wild than she usually wore to school lately, mostly because it had been so cold. But it was warming up just a bit now, enough that she probably wouldn't need a jacket anyway.<br><br>The doorbell rang.<br><br>"Damnit" Lee muttered, bolting out of her room and down the stairs, just reaching the door before Emiline, "I got it! It's for me anyway, I'm going out again tonight, I'll be back late, don't worry and don't wait up!" Rusty opened the door and tried to slip out quickly but her cousin grabbed the door and her arm, opening it to take a look at Peter, raising her eyebrow, she said, "I think we should ask your father if he thinks it's appropriate for you to go out with a boy I've never met at such a late time already, and probably to one of those violent clubs you like to go to."<br><br>"Emiline! Seriously, you can call Dad, I'm going. Tell him I've been keeping up on my defense work, and I have my cell phone and my pepper spray. I'll be fine!" Lee yanked her arm out of her cousin's grasp and slipped out the door, grabbing Peter's arm, she dragged him down the walk a bit before even looking at him, shooting a glare back at her cousin.<br><br>"Hi Peter, sorry about that" Lee blushed a little and actually looked at him, almost having to do a double take. He looked so good in black, and that shirt just... showed off all the right things. It was enough to cause her to pause in the middle of the driveway and stare at him a minute...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 10:06:28</strong>
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				Peter felt the urge to defend his girlfriend, for he did not like the way this woman was practically harassing her. Nor did he appreciate the indirect insults. <br><br>“Miss”, he spoke out, his voice steady and firm, “I know nothing of any violent clubs. But I will take good care of Lee and will make sure she gets home safely. You have nothing to worry about. We are just going for a drink, some music and a dance. Have a nice evening.”<br><br>With that, he turned, as Lee dragged him to the street., where they automatically started heading for the nearest bus stop. Only then did she look properly at him, and made a visible double take. Interesting. He face blushed red, contrasting sharply with all the green highlights on her hair and clothes. While she looked more… punk-gothic than he had ever seen her, Peter had to admit she looked hot like this. Very hot.<br><br>He wanted to grab her and kiss her, pin her to a wall and have his way with her… But he shook himself, a bit shocked at his vivid and lustful imagination. He quickly focussed on Lee again, enjoying her stare and her noticeable silence, so unlike her. It made him feel good about himself, having a girl admiring his looks.<br><br>At least, that is what he hoped she was doing! Maybe she thought him too hideous to show off at the club.<br><br>He finally decided to break the silence by asking, “Are my looks and dress-code approved for the club?” As he asked this, he tried to impress her slightly, by making a move with his arm, just so that it seemed natural and graceful, pointing to his own body, but his instincts told him how to hold his arm just so that the cloth of the black shirt stretched tightly over his muscled arm, just as his muscles flexed with the movement.<br><br>Then, he looked up, directly into her eyes, remembering the rose he held in one hand, behind his back. He brought it forward and offered it to her with a smile. “And I got you this. It seemed appropriate. I am sorry. They didn’t have lime green ones today”, he joked, trying to lighten the mood.<br><br>“Shall we go?”<br><br>The bus stop was only a few dozen yards ahead, where they could take one all the way to the street the Club was at.<br><br>As he moved as if to go ahead, without her if need be, he stepped closer to her, offering the rose, and his husky, deeper that usual voice almost purred with his compliment, "By the way, you look absolutely, deliciously gorgeous tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 10:54:06</strong>
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				Emiline simply huffed and slammed the door after them after Lee's 'friend' had mouthed off to her. What her Uncle was thinking giving her so much freedom to be weird Emiline would never understand. <br><br>Lee could hardly believe how good Peter looked, and she'd liked how he looked before so this was just..wow. Then he had to go and ask her if he looked good enough.<br><br>"Peter! You look totally and utterly fantastic, I can't believe it! I mean, not saying that I don't believe you could look good, I mean that, you know, you look better than I ever thought you'd ever look. That sounded wrong too, I mean, you're like, hotter than I ever imagined anyone being. That shirt fits you so well, you look totally hot. So hot, I mean, really." she paused a moment and eyed his shirt, "Did you go out and buy an expensive shirt? Peter! I hope at least you like it and will wear it more than just this once" her voice took on a scolding tone, though the grin on her face and the way she kept checking him out was proof positive she was enjoying his purchase.<br><br>Staring at the rose for a few moments, looking confused for a second and then very, very pleased, Lee just lit up, "Oh, it's beautiful, thank you! it goes good with the green too!" grinning, RustyI glanced back at the house, wanting to take the rose in and put it in a vase but knowing that was an explosion waiting to happen. After a moment, she carefully pulled off most of the thorns, and broke the steam a little shorter, threading the rose with it's slightly shorter steam into her hair, in the bun so that it was surrounded by the lime green tips of her hair, making it stand out with it's vibrant red color.<br><br>"I can't take it back in because of Emiline... I'd like to put it in water, but this is the next best thing. Thank you Peter!" Lee leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, her own face flushed slightly with happiness. It made her wish she had gotten him something too. Especially when he said she was gorgeous. It made her face red enough to match the rose. He looked so much better than she did!<br><br>It did not take them long to get to the bus stop, and they did so just as the bus pulled up. Rusty paid the fare for both of them swiftly, so that Peter didn't even have the chance to notice or stop her. The ride itself was short and uneventful, and let them off just a few buildings away from the club.<br><br>The club itself was an old warehouse with super tall ceilings, metal supports all over the outside and probably the inside too, thrumming loudly with the beat of some song, and a short line to get though the bouncer. Again, Lee covered both their cover charges in a swift move and dragged Peter inside quickly before he could try to pay for part of it.<br><br>Inside was huge, and rather packed as speakers hidden in the ceiling and among the flashing colored lights that lit everyone who was dancing, grinding and socializing in the building. The music was so loud that they would have to shout to hear each other. That is, until Lee pulled Peter over to the bar, which served no alchohol, but somehow seemed a bit quieter than out in the open.<br><br>"What do you think?" she asked excitedly, eyes alight and lips pulled in an excited smile. All around them were people dressed in some version of the style Alex wore, though some far more punk, some more of wild raver, some very dark and gothic, and a few who were a bit fancier, like Peter. Just as she asked the question, a tall guy came up behind her and grabbed her and grabbed her waist quickly, squeezing just enough to cause a loud shriek and her to jump toward Peter and turn as the guy grinned. "Hey Rusty! Finally made it, huh?" he looked at Peter and grinned again "And brought a date, Nice! Hey man, I'm Daniel" he reached his hand out to shake Peter's.<br><br>The young man, about their same age, sported short-buzzed brown hair, black eye liner, a bright pink button up shirt with a black tie that had a pink star at the end, and a pair of tight black pants that had a few chains hanging off, as well as a pair of combat boots similar to Lee's.<br><br>"Daniel! That was uncool, you scared me!" which had obviously been the point, but Lee decided to bypass that portion of logic, "Where's your girlfriend?" there was a pause "Dumped you, huh? I told you, prissy chick like that's just looking to scare mommy and daddy with her tall, goth boyfriend. They liked you, didn't they?"<br><br>Daniel grinned a little, though more like he was trying to be cheerful about something upsetting, just as Lee was trying to cheer him up by bashing the girl, "They totally loved me. All parents do!"<br><br>"Yeah, I know. But now you can go find a girl who doesn't look down her nose at your friends"<br><br>"Yep. Plenty of girls want me, ya know. Dunno what's wrong with you."<br><br>"Dude, I have Peter" At this, Lee, figuring Peter was probably overwhelmed or feeling left out, wrapped herself around Peter from behind,&nbsp; one hand around under his arm to hold his shoulder as she rested her chin there, and the other around to hug across his stomach. Trying to let him know just through the contact that she was his, and not to feel threatened by Daniel, since they were just friends to teased each other a lot.<br><br>"Lucky man" Daniel winked at Peter, grinning still, before looking again at Lee, "Rusty, I'll keep Will occupied so he won't bug you, huh?"<br><br>"Cool, Thanks Daniel. I'll see you later!" with that, Daniel slipped into the crowd and Lee gently nuzzled Peter's neck just slightly, hoping he wasn't mad. It was always hard to tell with guys if they would get territorial, or if they would understand that she had friends of the male gender. And 'friends' did not mean anything but liking to talk and hang out.<br><br>"Do you wanna dance, Peter Parker...?" she asked softly, keeping her lips close to his ear and neck even after speaking...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 12:21:02</strong>
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				Peter had to grin as she went into one of her typical rambling sessions. But her reaction to his outfit really pleased him and made him feel good about himself. He also like how she just accepted the rose as part of her outfit, to his surprise. He never knew punky ladies liked that kind of thing to fit with their appearance.<br><br>She was full of pleasant surprises.<br><br>Most of all, he thought her to be incredibly hot in this outfit, something he never could have imagined. As an outcast, and a geek he was not that familiar with all the groups out there. But now, he obviously had some deeply involved in the metal-punk-goth category… and a sexy one at that.<br><br>He did like the green highlights, and the way her clothes shrouded, yet emphasised her delicious body. As they were on the bus, with her dragging him there practically, after his gorgeous comment, he answered her earlier rambling.<br><br>“No, the shirt wasn’t that expensive. And I like it, so no worries there. I like it even more because you seem to like it so much, so I definitely intend to wear it more.”<br><br>Moments later, they were at the club, where she already paid for both of them before he could even get his wallet out, despite his enhanced speed and agility. Incredible! He liked how she actually took this date very serious, dressing up so, complimenting him and paying for him, as the ancient rules stated for the one who invited the other to be the one who paid for everything. Still, Peter wanted to pay, too, since he was the guy and it was the gentlemanly thing to do.<br><br>The club itself was different than he expected. Actually, he didn’t know what he had expected, but not this. Despite the music being loud, it was annoyingly so and it was actually some pretty good songs they were playing. The crowd was varied, dressed in various extreme or milder versions of their specific categories, half of which he had never heard of.<br><br>Interesting, though, was how Lee seemed to be entirely at home here, manoeuvring handily through the packed crowd, to the quieter bar. And it became immediately obvious why teenagers were allowed entrance. No alcohol. Peter liked that. No drunk dimwits to spoil the night.<br><br>But then, there was Daniel, and for a moment, the young vigilante bristled at the tall guy touched his girl, but he calmed down as it became very obvious they were just good friends. There teasing reminded him even of his witty banter when in Spiderman-guise. At least, he hoped it was witty, for half the things he said when masked, he would never dare say out loud as just Peter.<br><br>Well, he finally had to conclude, if all Rusty’s friends were like this, he could find himself liking them. Daniel didn’t seem to cast him out immediately, or carry any prejudices about his looks or apparel in the club, for which he was glad. Who knows, he might get some friends himself!<br><br>He particularly liked, though, how Lee snuck up to him, embracing him from behind, hanging from him, her body fitting together with his, even as she was speaking with her friend. All Peter could do was smile in satisfaction, arousal and the lovey-dovey feelings of a growing crush that is turning into falling in love coursing through his body.<br><br>Her almost sultry invitation for a dance pushed him over the edge. <br><br>With a grace and confidence, with near predatory movements, feeling so self-assured as he had only done when covered in the black goo, Peter moved.<br><br>His hand took hers, as he skilfully guided her into the crowd, before finding a spot they could actually move enough to try and dance to this kind of music. He stopped, turning swiftly, and before he started dancing, he captured her lips with his, his hands holding her waist, before sliding up to her cheeks, before he finally broke the kiss, and started to mimic the movements of those around him, making sure his body touched hers almost always, even if it was just a little. He let his agility rule, making his moves elegant, powerful, and just right to the beat.<br><br>He just hoped she was at least slightly impressed… even though that kiss still lingered on his mind.<br><br>-<br><br>A redhead, a brunette and a blonde, all three beauties, looking like those of the bimbo-class, had dressed at their sexiest, all in black, all made up perfectly, when they approached the warehouse that had been renovated into a metal club. It was time to get Peter away from Lee.<br><br>She didn’t deserve him!<br><br>She didn’t deserve anything, and the little bitch had to learn her place!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 10:03:11</strong>
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				Lee sighed happily; Peter wasn't mad or protective of her as she had worried about. Instead, she seemed to like Daniel, which made Lee rather happy. She did not have many friends in general, let alone close enough to hang out with, and so she wanted them and her boyfriend(?), well, possible boyfriend then, to get along. The only thing she worried about was Peter meeting William, or, rather, William meeting peter. He was a good guy, and a great friend, but he tended to think that all of his female friends were potential girlfriends and always got upset when they ended up dating someone else. Then he tended to act a bit petty for a while. It was a good thing Daniel offered to distract him, and would probably break the news to him later so he had time to calm down and act like an adult next time she saw him.<br><br>Hopefully.<br><br>In any case, Rusty didn't dwell on it too much, especially when Peter accepted her invitation to dance and found a place for them. That was good enough, but even better was the unexpected kiss. Peter was very good at surprising her with those, and each kiss was just as awesome, or better, than the last. <br><br>But what was really amazing was when he began to dance: he was good at it! The club catered to quite a few different genres of clubber. When they began to dance the song was more techno/raver than the sort of punk and metal Lee preferred, but it was still fun to dance to. When the long song ended, something a little more her style came on, causing her to grin. As 'Twisted Transister' by Korn began to play, Rusty moved a bit closer to peter, her dancing turning from wild and fun to more of a slower, sensual grind that necessitated another person. Lee was careful not to be too much in his personal space, but if he so chose he could get closer and it could be more what she was going for. Part way through the song, Rusty turned so that her back was to him, taking his hands and pulling him close behind her, making sure to direct them to her hips, hoping he would touch her more as they danced. Though she did not let go of his hands, she did let him move them as he wished, simply kept her own covering his for a few moments. If he could match her movements they could press together tighter and move more like one person rather than two.<br><br>A few others who were dancing took a similar route, though off in another area some people were 'slam dancing' which looked suspiciously like they were trying to start a mosh-pit but were doing it separately rather than as a group. That sort of violent dancing was not usually what Rusty went for. Besides which, the bouncers would break it up if it got very violent in order to keep a mosh pit from forming. Rusty paid them little attention, since Peter held just about all of hers...<br><br>___ __ _ <br><br>The bouncer gave the three girls an odd look, asking if they were in the right place since they sure would stand out in the club, and probably not in the way they wanted to either. He assumed, though, when they haughtily retorted that they were where they wanted to be, that the snobby teens were meeting a friend, or were on a dare.<br><br>He figured it was probably a dare, judging by their reaction once they entered. On the up side, girls tended to cause less trouble than guys, so the large man wasn't too worried about them, they'd leave soon enough when they realized they were no longer in a place where their&nbsp; stuck-up attitude and slinky dress would make them popular...<br><br>___ __ _<br><br>Not even a few moments into the three entering the club then a short-ish, stocky young man dressed in a black and gray pin-stripe shirt, baggy black pants, nicer dress shoes and a black fedora slid up to them, flashing a charming smile. "Hello Ladies, can I help you find someone, or do you need an escort this evening? You look new" he had no qualms looking them up and down as he said his last line. His hair was cut as short as Daniel's, though his was black, though that was where the resemblance between the two friends began and ended. William adjusted his glasses slightly.<br><br>'<em>Leave it to William to run straight into trouble</em>' Daniel thought as he finally found his friend again. William seemed to have radar for the prettiest girls who would have zero interest in him. And these three had 'trouble' written all over them. They looked out of place, and their demeanor screamed that everyone in this place was beneath them. As always, Daniel was ready to be the good friend and supply emotional support to his friend if/when the girls crushed him under their heels.<br><br>Sighing softly, Daniel moved up behind his friend, smiling at the girls in as friendly a manor as he could muster, he was clearly the more attractive of the two boys. "Come on Will, let's leave these pretty ladies alone, huh? They're probably meeting someone..." Though his words had little effect.<br><br>"Well, if they're meeting someone then I would be happy to help them locate their friends" again, William turned on the charm for the girls, causing another long-suffering sigh from his friend. Sometimes William just went looking for trouble. It almost wasn't worth trying to stop him at this point, he was already setting himself up for a huge crash. Oh well...<br><br>___ __ _ <br><br>As the song ended, Lee turned to grin at Peter, leaning up to kiss him quickly, hoping to surprise him. He couldn't have all the fun with his surprise kisses, she had to have some too. Though her face fell a second later as a new song started. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him from the crowd and back to the bar.<br><br>"Sorry, I can't stand Metalica. The instrumentals are absolutely amazing but I hate, hate, hate the lead singer..." Rusty shrugged a little, most people she knew would argue with her over the epic-ness of Metalica, but she didn't think Peter would. It was one of the few groups she could not cope with or dance to. Besides, she was all worked up and needed to cool off anyway. Quickly, she bought two bottles of water from the bar, handing one to Peter she opened the other and took a drink.<br><br>"So... What do you think? Do you like it?" Rusty hoped so, it seemed like Peter was having fun, but if he wasn't for any reason she had no problem finding something else for them to do. On the up side, since this place was so removed from their life at school or at home they could both be more open and more themselves, or so she hoped...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:20:42</strong>
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				The first dance was fun, intense and fast, making the people pant with exhilaration and with their hearts pumping pure adrenalin through their veins, in order to keep up with the quick movements. Peter seemed to steal the show, his agility, with a dash of confidence thanks to having Lee with him, made him move as if he was born or dance like this, powerful, graceful, intimidating.<br><br>Then, an unfamiliar song came up, more of a metal kind of genre, to Peter’s limited knowledge. He wasn’t that adept at music. But the way Rusty’s face lit up with joy and interest had him smiling, as well as reacting the way she guided him to during the slower, more intimate and that much more sexy dancing that followed. They were grinding together, almost sensually so, before she turned and pulled him against her back, his groin grinding into her behind. It felt delicious, and his body was definitely reacting, impressively so… while his hands cupped her ass cheeks, before slowly caressing their way to her sides, then down to her hips, pulling her closer as they kept grinding together, for as long as the song lasted.<br><br>The next one was Metallica. Even he new that group. He didn’t care much for it, so when she said she hated the singer and disliked the band and their songs, he shrugged, smilingly, and pulled her of the dance floor, to the bar again, where she ordered them some drinks. Again, she had been ahead of him! He really needed to make sure she didn’t keep paying for everything tonight!<br><br>Still, he liked the way she responded when he kissed her by surprise, like he did right now, as a thank you. He also liked her own surprise kisses, during and after the dancing. They made him hot. And tingly. They made him feel good. He was definitely falling for the alternative girl, so unlike anyone else at school.<br><br>“Yes, I definitely like it. We have to return here again if you want it. And Daniel seemed like a fun guy, too. I am looking forward to meeting your other friends.<br><br>-<br><br>Just then, Gwen, Mary Jane and Liz were encountered by a guy called William, who looked rather slimy in their opinion and SO not worth their time. Despite that, he kept insisting, soon joined by a somewhat less slimy friend, who tried to hold him back slightly. Liz Allen decided to be the voice for the threesome.<br><br>“Listen, you little worm. Do we actually look like girls that would be interested in someone as silly and stupid as you? We are here looking for the only man that is worth our time. And you, nor your friend, nor most of the freaks around her are that, so bug off, before we sue you for sexual harassment.”<br><br>With that, the girls brushed past the two dweebs, looking for a certain brown haired boy. And they found him, soon, dancing with that hag in a way that got their panties wet imagining him dancing with them like that. Then, they were furious, that… that.. whore was putting the moves on their man!<br><br>When they went to the bar, the threesome followed swiftly, making sure their dresses now revealed more than before, with deeper cleavage and showing of a lot more leg, their perfect bodies by Barbie contrasting with the slender curves of Lee. Ha, take that, you slut!<br><br>“Petey!”<br><br>Liz squealed, completely ignoring the slut with the green in her hair. She looked like one of the many freaks in the club anyway and was immediately dismissed.<br><br>“Oh Peter, we came here, the three of us especially to look for you. Why don’t you join us”, Mary Jane crooned in her sultriest, sexiest voice, while Gwen stepped closer and winked, before adding, “We will make sure you have a great time… Unlike you have amongst this horde of weirdoes and the slut hanging off your arm…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down came the Spider... (Arkaniel1 and Lexandria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 06:46:25</strong>
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				To Rusty's pleasure and surprise, Peter jumped right into a slow grind with her, taking it up a notch with his skill of movement and the use of his hands. Hands that roamed over her body to land at her hips to pull her close enough to feel just how much he was enjoying himself. That, in and of itself, caused her to grin even after the song had ended and they moved away from the dance floor. And, even better than that, he liked the club too, and not just grinding with her.<br><br>"I'm glad you're having fun, I love it here. And I totally know that Daniel likes you too, otherwise he'd feel he would have to protect me or something, and be hovering. As you can see, we're totally alone. Except for, you know, everyone. But you know what I mean, right?" Lee grinned, unscrewing the cap on her water bottle in order to take a drink. "I think that William's probably the only other one here, Mykie only shows up sometimes. Daniel's her older brother so she tends to feel a bit crowded if they hang out too much in the same places, you know? But I'll totally introduce you to anyone I know. Which, you know, isn't that many people since I only moved out here a little bit ago." Rusty simply babbled on, obviously pleased with Peter's enthusiasm regarding the club and her friends.<br><br>___ __ _<br><br>William's face fell slightly for a moment during Liz's little speech, but, true to a man used to being shot down, he bounced back pretty quickly, "Honey, no lawyer in his right mind would take that case" he shot back just as the girls walked past them, shrugging a little and turing to Daniel, who looked fairly troubled. "What's wrong now? They didn't get all pissy at you, you know"<br><br>"Yeah... but I saw a guy in here earlier who's main-stream enough to be who they're looking for. And if it's him there's gonna be a major problem."<br><br>"Why? What's some guy like that doing here, anyway? Those three obviously aren't enjoying themselves" Will tilted his head, eying Daniel curiously. It was clear that Daniel was trying to skirt some issue.<br><br>"Well... I'm fairly certain that guy they're looking for is Rusty's date tonight. And if they go up to her with that attitude.. she's got a temper, you know? When she lets loose here, she lets loose, and she might not reign herself in fast enough."<br><br>"Rusty's on a date?" William, of course, choose to focus on the least relevant portion of Daniel's explanation, true to his nature.<br><br>"Will, not to be a jerk, but you know Rusty's not into you like that. And right now it's better to be a good friend and keep her from doing something she'll regret than sit here and mope about her bringing some guy with her. Are you coming or what?"<br><br>"Yeah..." William followed Daniel as he wove expertly through the crowd, hoping to make it to Rusty and Peter before those girls located them.<br><br>___ __ _<br><br>Just as Lee finally finished her babbling spree, a voice that made her visibly cringe squealed out a butchery of Peter's name, it was a familiar cringe-inducing voice too. Slowly turning, Lee confirmed her suspicions as her three least favorite people made their way towards herself and Peter. Looking rather slutty in Lee's opinion. It did not pass her notice that the girls were totally ignoring her, which was rather infuriating seeing as how they had come to try and lure Peter away from her.<br><br>The second that Gwen moved closer to Peter, Rusty moved so that she was between the girl and Peter, eyes narrowed slightly as she 'protected' him somewhat possessively. This was their date, and sure, Peter was the guy, but they weren't getting threatened by some big, burly guy. This was three girls trying to get in between her and her boyfriend? Well, they were on a date, even if Lee wasn't sure if he counted as her boyfriend yet or not. <br><br>"Excuse me, but who invited you three? Surely Peter didn't, and I know I didn't, and no one else here would give you the time of day. And, by the way, as for calling me a slut? I'm not the one with my boobs hanging out and my dress hiked up so high that a slight breeze would take all my modesty away. Go find some dumb jock and leave us alone." Only the slight clenching of her fists showed how angry Lee was at that moment, seeing as how her voice was steady and calm as usual.<br><br>It was at approximately that moment that Daniel and William caught up to them, standing slightly to the side and behind the couple, just in case Rusty needed help or needed to be prevented from starting a fight and getting banned from the club.<br><br>Lee turned to look at Peter, realizing that he probably didn't like her making decisions for him and so asked calmly, sounding confident though she wasn't one hundred percent positive the answer would be what she was looking for, she had enough faith in him to offer it up, "Do you want them to stay, Peter? Or should I talk to a bouncer about getting them out of here?" It was clear she was trying to keep herself under control as she awaited an answer...
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