Web of Desires (Reyne & Dark Clown)
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				Title: <strong>Web of Desires (Reyne &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 04:16:08</strong>
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				New York was being flooded with rain, and it didn't help that nearly every surface he could stick to was slick with the falling water.&nbsp; While his spider powers would keep him clinging to nearly any surface he could come in contact with, the suit he wore did nothing to ward off the chill.&nbsp; The black spider suit was a new addition to his war on crime, and had greatly augmented his already formidable powers.&nbsp; But the thing wasn't insulated, and Spiderman was thoroughly soaked.<br><br>Sighing, he forced himself to look at the bright side.&nbsp; At least the foil weather would bring out the baddies.&nbsp; It always did, it seemed, and like flies drawn to the web, they always drew his attention.&nbsp; Grinning from behind his mask, he studied the streets below, his senses alert for any sound, be it siren or cry for help.&nbsp; <br><br>Spiderman was in a foul mood, and any criminals he came across would surely be on the recieving end of his aggression.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly, he caught the static of the portable police scanner in his suit.&nbsp; The earpiece was small enough to hide behind his mask, and kept him up to date on every crime happening in the city.&nbsp; Apparently, a silent alarm at the Citizen's Bank of New York had been tripped.&nbsp; Either some night watchman was clumsy, or a dumb thief had chosen the wrong night to make a late night withdrawl.&nbsp; Either way, it was finally some action, he decided, and leapt from the side of the building, free falling toward the streets below.<br><br>His hand shot out, and as it did, his webbing fired, the sticky substance latching onto the edge of a nearby building.&nbsp; He swung with the momentum of his fall, and then fired another strand, swinging on and on in the direction of the bank.&nbsp; Whoever was there had better hope they weren't doing anything wrong, he thought.&nbsp; On the other hand, though, he could use a good reason to throw somebody a beating tonight.<br><br>Spiderman grinned behind his mask one more time as he continued swinging.
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