St. John Allerdyce (untamedinferno) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-12 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, peter b parker, st. john allerdyce |
Who: St. John Allerdyce and Peter B. Parker.
Where: Lobby, and New York Freaking City.
When: May 12th, Mid-morning.
What: Team FireWeb encounter a big bad.
Status: Incomplete.
Warnings: Mild for violence and language.
Since the return to the land of the living, John had been able to meet some new and very interesting people. No one he quite knew yet, but some interesting versions at least. Like Rogue. This Rogue was nothing like the one he knew, and he knew that one could hit like a freight train. This other one was young and flirty and completely unaware of his history. That was a thing he liked about this place. Most people hadn't a clue who he was or what he had done. Of course there was Salim who was his roommate and they had found some perfect balance of their lifestyles and honestly, for a randomly selected roommate that was from a totally different world than his own- this one was good. Then there was Peter. A happenstance of a literal run in that could have ended especially poorly. It didn't and the pair came out ahead with something that resembled a weird friendship and that was something to be said. John acknowledged he was a bit of a pain in the ass and not the most, what would the word be? Uncouth? Yeah, John lacked certain skills of holding his tongue. Nonetheless he was able to not put his foot in his mouth that time. Small wins. Speaking of Peter, there he was. "Oi, mate." John greeted Peter all the while walking up. "Out for a bit of a stroll?" He questioned while giving the man a bit of a hit on the shoulder. "I was about to step out for some fresh air and a bit of a smoke," John commented while wagging the unlit cigarette at the other man. "Care to come with?" He asked walked toward the front doors. Regardless how he followed or not, he kept talking. "I tell ya, Peter, this place is something else. Despite being haunted and ghosty and shit," John pushed the front doors open while continuing talking. "This place ain't s- what in the fuck and where in the fuck and what?!" John elegantly put while waving for Peter to come check it out. |