| The Naked Truth |
[22 Feb 2008|09:16pm] |
Who: Molecula and Frenzy
Where: Back ally's of Gotham City
When: Saturday Night
It had been a long week, and Sasha, also known as Frenzy had managed to get a few days off. Which was nice, because her fridge was empty and needed replenishing. Thought it was late, there was a small store near her apartment open all night, and she was walking home with a brown paper bag in her arms. She reached in and grabbed an apple, and stated munching as she thought she heard some sort of scuffle come from around the corner, but put it off as, hopefully, a bunch of cats. "Please... I just wanna go home and watch some Bones reruns."
"Look, guys... you really don't wanna do this. Just trust me on this." A young blonde woman was speaking... rather calmly... to a group of three older, clearly rough-looking men. All three had knives, and were clearly more interested in her purse than anything she had to say. "Right. Now... see... if you guys take another step toward me? It's gonna be more embarrassing than your fragile little egos can handle."
"Oh look, the little girl things she can take us on" The man in front laughed, and his two friends laughed with him. "How about you just hand over that pretty purse of yours, and we'll let you actually walk home" One of the men behind him laughed, and the one in front elbowed him. "That wasn't one of my Jokes. Pay attention. Now, lady, give us the bag" He took another step closer, waving his knife around, pretending he knew how to use it.
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| Venom: Kinder and gentler? Riiiiiight. |
[22 Feb 2008|11:33pm] |
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"Look, lady, this isn't difficult. Just put all the money inside the bag, and I'll leave." Trevor Allen was having some trouble with his bank robbery, and the trouble was in the form of a dark haired and hard headed banker chick. In fact, he was damn near begging for the money at this point because he didn't feel as if he should be shooting anyone, and people were getting impatient laying down on the floor like they were. "Just put the money in the bag, I'll leave, we're both happy."
"You gotta sign a withdrawal form." The girl insisted, and pushed one towards him. With a huff, he set down the gun and started to fill it out. God, paperwork for a robbery. Stupid Gotham. "And I'll need to see some photo identification," she continued, "to make sure you're you and we're not giving the money to the wrong person."
To make the robber's day even worse, Eddie Brock happened to be in that very bank, trying to make a deposit. His eyes narrowed as he slowly walked toward the robber and the teller, and the other customers began to gasp as the black symbiote quickly began to coat Eddie's body, so that within moments, the hulking form of Venom stood behind Trevor. A long, thick tendril of the symbiote extended from Venom's wrist, snaking around the would-be criminal's throat. "He may be the wrong person to you... but to us? He's JUST the right person..."
( Along came a spider... )
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