I'm not calling you a liar.
WHO: Reporter Seeks Spider, news at 11.
WHERE: A rooftop.
WHEN: Backdated to Oct 19th, afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nope!
SUMMARY: Roxanne and Spider-Man have a talk about CPS, teen heroes, and dealing with them.
FORMAT: Letters. They come together. They form words. Words come togther. Sentances follow. Then, paragraphs. WE MIGHT THEN FORM A COHERENT NARRATIVE.
It wasn't the first time Roxanne had parked out on a rooftop to wait for a costumed hero, but it was definitely the first time that she watched the horizon for red and blue rather then the flap of white fringe in the air. Sitting -- perhaps flirting with a little bit of danger -- on the ledge, her bag at her feet, she enjoyed the still-unseasonably warm October weather and the breeze teasing the short hairs at the nape of her neck. Up here, she was alone in her head -- no other emotions battering at her own, no images picked up from stray objects. Things here were devoid of emotional resonance.
She'd have to remember that; the places that people don't go -- they were quiet. She'd have to start watching out for them, marking places to go when she needed a break from the empathic white noise that she was trying to learn to live with. Still, it allowed her to feel good on her own up here, waiting -- casting a smile at the still-blue sky.
Yup. Just a lady on one of the last nice days on Ocotober, waiting for a superhero. Another day in the City.
WHERE: A rooftop.
WHEN: Backdated to Oct 19th, afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nope!
SUMMARY: Roxanne and Spider-Man have a talk about CPS, teen heroes, and dealing with them.
FORMAT: Letters. They come together. They form words. Words come togther. Sentances follow. Then, paragraphs. WE MIGHT THEN FORM A COHERENT NARRATIVE.
It wasn't the first time Roxanne had parked out on a rooftop to wait for a costumed hero, but it was definitely the first time that she watched the horizon for red and blue rather then the flap of white fringe in the air. Sitting -- perhaps flirting with a little bit of danger -- on the ledge, her bag at her feet, she enjoyed the still-unseasonably warm October weather and the breeze teasing the short hairs at the nape of her neck. Up here, she was alone in her head -- no other emotions battering at her own, no images picked up from stray objects. Things here were devoid of emotional resonance.
She'd have to remember that; the places that people don't go -- they were quiet. She'd have to start watching out for them, marking places to go when she needed a break from the empathic white noise that she was trying to learn to live with. Still, it allowed her to feel good on her own up here, waiting -- casting a smile at the still-blue sky.
Yup. Just a lady on one of the last nice days on Ocotober, waiting for a superhero. Another day in the City.