[The body of Edward Brock could not hold up forever. Soon, the man slipped into unconsciousness after days without sleep, and all of the power and deadly skill of Venom was entrusted to the Other. There was no questioning, no debating--it was simply time for action, so long as the man was asleep and unaware.]

[It was time to feed. Quick and silent, it picked its way through the park, into the apartment complexes. A single bound launched it to the rooftops, and jagged claws threatened to tear straight through the material as it extended its senses, searching for telltale signs of heat and life.]

[It had work to do while the artificial sun was hidden away--work that would ensue its survival.]


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[ Neil made himself scarce yesterday. Not only did he want to avoid a lot of the awkwardness that last year's temporary inmate flood brought on, but he didn't know how to handle himself if anyone else he knew dealt with people from home, or if chaos broke out. This time, he had spent almost the entirety of yesterday at the other bar (his drinking buddies never even showed...), or at home working on Haro, or napping. His partner's orange shell has never looked more spotless.

Today he latched on to a random bit of inspiration. He picked up a small digital camera and stared walking around, taking photos of various things in the prison; shops, the beach, the butterfly pavilion, the fake starry sky... even people he knows!

Some day the pictures could come in handy, when others leave, or if he ends up going home, too... ]


((OOC: As it says, you can catch Neil walking around almost all day. Just post where your character is if you reply! o/ This post can also be used to call him, or for other closed purposes. ))