Who: Gwen Stacy, NPC photographer and The Joker What: The Joker is crashing her photoshoot Where: first floor of a rented out abandoned warehouse When: lets say last night around 9pm Rating: R; violence, and all that other stuff that isn't appropriate for kids and those sensitive to the subject
From the east side of the warehouse the horizon at sunset was a great backdrop for the shoot. But that was two hours ago and the photographer, Alex, had insisted on sending his assistants home and taking more pictures. Gwen didn't mind, hopefully he'd show them to someone and she'd get her name passed around. He reminded her of Eddie in a way, being so eager and barely putting the camera down.
"Alex," Gwen said with a soft pout, her shoulders slouching after who knows how long of posing. "What?" he asked, snapping a picture. "Oh Gwen that's great, stay just like that. It's like a whole outcast look," Alex said before finishing out the film.
"Shoot" he muttered. "Oh thank goodness," Gwen said, hopping up onto the old antique dresser that was a prop. "I can barely feel my feet!" she added with a laugh. Gwen didn't mind being out late, even with all the rumors and weird happenings, she felt somewhat safe because she wasn't alone.
Alex went over to his bag and crouch down to put more film in. "All for the right shot Gwen," he said. Gwen just nodded and rolled her eyes a little. She couldn't really see him because of the flood light shining in her direction.
All she wanted was to go home really. The black dress she had on was starting to hurt from the corset on the inside, she had more eye makeup on than she'd ever dare to wear, she was hungry and most importantly, tired. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, far from it, it was just a long day for her. "Alex can this be the last set? Please?" she asked sweetly as she heard some noise from what she assumed was him.