Eddie Brock/Venom (its_the_hate) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-11 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddie brock, gwen stacy |
Who: Eddie and Gwen
What: There’s a new Gwen. Eddie must make sure nobody is… pulling her hair or anything like that, because those kinds of things are not acceptable.
When: Early night, after this
Where: A Cyber Café
Rating: TBD
The sleek black Lexus didn’t leave the parking garage to take to the road this time. For already being passed rush hour the traffic was heavy and Eddie didn’t feel up to navigating through lanes of sitting cars and red lights that hit when you wanted them the least. Venom, draped in the cover of the night could get to where he needed to be on a timely schedule, with limber leaps and the denying of gravity’s natural laws. Whoever said that it was impossible to break those rules without the help of machinery? Somebody limited in knowledge and close minded. Must have been. A man who couldn’t see outside the little box that contained him and most of the world at large. He didn’t appreciate men like that. They were always stuffy and boring, with an air of superiority that didn’t exist for them. In other words, the man who called himself his father.
Eddie thought of his father a lot lately, and the first Gwen’s hasty, mysterious exit brought the subject up in the first place. His father, stiff shouldered and forever looking icy eyed at him, would have told him to stop moping and get on with his life. Lingering on things that you couldn’t change was a waste of time. Fools stood in one spot. The older man was discriminating in that way. He claimed not to like people who couldn’t move on, which was the worst case of irony considering that he himself never moved on after his wife’s death. He had been glued to the same mark ever since.
He wasn’t going to turn into his father. He could go forward and not be stuck. It was a stinging pain to his heart but he could do it. Unlike somebody he knew. Asshole. Anyway, the whole thing led him to her. The new one. Maybe she was older? Could be.
The cyber café was modern and trendy. It had all of the thing that drew the hip, younger crowd into its air conditioned doors. He had never been there before, although locating it wasn’t a hassle that required directions and changing back into his human clothing to ask for them. He scurried down a wall and into an alley, where the dark suit peeled to transform into street attire that didn’t feel more comfortable than his second skin right now. Ignoring the unpleasant sensation, he walked in through the entrance, bearing all the confidence of a wooden stool. Which meant that he had just about none.
She wouldn’t see that if he had any amount of luck on his side. A small portion would do.