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ya_assemble2015-03-30 07:43 pm
morescaredofyou) wrote in ya_assemble2015-03-30 07:43 pm
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[LN] Various locations - Open
Peter was pretty sure he must be going to hell for this. Or at least some kind of nasty purgatory. Because not only was he stealing, he was stealing from Santa Clause.
And it wasn't even the first time he'd done it.
But he couldn't just sit around, doing nothing. Especially after he'd been introduced to that Jaime kid, and found that suddenly his spider-reflexes were back and he wasn't about to trip over his own feet every five seconds. (And it turns out that the whole 'power from belief' thing was true. Who knew?) And the only way to actually get out there and try to make a difference was, at least as far as Peter knew, those snow gloves.
So, he stole them. Every day. So that he could put on his Spider-man suit and be completely invisible and intangible to everyone. Okay, so not exactly the greatest plan in the world. But he was trying to make it work.
Which was why he was now trying to stop muggers through the incredibly ingenious plan of...tossing random crap on the ground for him to trip them over. Hey, he had to work with what he had.
“Special delivery for you!” he declared, as he plonked a brick right into the mugger’s path. Unable to see Spider-man, the mugger’s foot caught on it and he went tumbling, face-first into the sidewalk. Peter crouched down next to him.
“I know, I know, I should have found a banana instead! Can’t go wrong with the classic.” The mugger made no response other than groaning, but then, he couldn’t hear Spider-man anyway. Not that this stopped Peter from talking. “Next time I’ll pack a bunch, just for you! Or not you, because you’ll be in jail.”
[ooc: You don’t need to jump in only at the end here - if you’d rather start when Peter’s stealing snow globes, that works too. This is also happening over time in various cities around the world]
And it wasn't even the first time he'd done it.
But he couldn't just sit around, doing nothing. Especially after he'd been introduced to that Jaime kid, and found that suddenly his spider-reflexes were back and he wasn't about to trip over his own feet every five seconds. (And it turns out that the whole 'power from belief' thing was true. Who knew?) And the only way to actually get out there and try to make a difference was, at least as far as Peter knew, those snow gloves.
So, he stole them. Every day. So that he could put on his Spider-man suit and be completely invisible and intangible to everyone. Okay, so not exactly the greatest plan in the world. But he was trying to make it work.
Which was why he was now trying to stop muggers through the incredibly ingenious plan of...tossing random crap on the ground for him to trip them over. Hey, he had to work with what he had.
“Special delivery for you!” he declared, as he plonked a brick right into the mugger’s path. Unable to see Spider-man, the mugger’s foot caught on it and he went tumbling, face-first into the sidewalk. Peter crouched down next to him.
“I know, I know, I should have found a banana instead! Can’t go wrong with the classic.” The mugger made no response other than groaning, but then, he couldn’t hear Spider-man anyway. Not that this stopped Peter from talking. “Next time I’ll pack a bunch, just for you! Or not you, because you’ll be in jail.”
[ooc: You don’t need to jump in only at the end here - if you’d rather start when Peter’s stealing snow globes, that works too. This is also happening over time in various cities around the world]
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The voice that says this is low and gruff, but ultimately observational instead of accusatory. It comes from a doorway, and belongs to a tall man in a dirty, brown cloak and carrying a drill-tipped staff. Most of his face is covered in shadow, but the lower half and some messy blue hair are visible.
He's smiling.
"Looks like you've got places to be, kiddo. Care to tell where they are?"
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Nevermind that the man was smiling. Peter knew that he was completely screwed.
"Um. This isn't what it looks like!" Peter said. Oh god, why did he say that? He was stealing snow globes! It was exactly what it looked like! "I mean...I just...um...I'll pay Santa back?"
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Or, to be more accurate, Peter's useless brain had utterly failed to think up a better excuse in the last five seconds.