Characters: Peter Parker, OTA Setting: Manhattan, New York - Downtown Content: Frantic Parker, but nothing bad. Summary: Peter's got a job interview, and he's late as usual.
Line of white, synthetic web-like substance clung to the wall of the nearest of the hundreds, if not thousands, of skyscrapers that loaded up the New York skyline. On the other end of this line, was a red and blue clad hero that graced the front pages of tabloids and children's underwear everywhere--that last one still kind of creeped him out. He was probably on some list just because of that or something, but whatever. Right now his entire mind was focused on the speed in which he could swing through the city--his city--of New York.
As that line swung him in a high flying arc, he let it go and found himself flipping through the air backwards, with arms extended out behind him, before another blast of that patented (he really should get a patent) webbing was launched lower into the wall below, sending him on a much faster, lower arch through the city's streets; narrowly missing the screaming cars and bystanders of New York's bustling downtown. The arc soon had him rolling back up into the air much faster than he had been; letting go so he could launch himself through the open air with the greatest of ease. Twisting his body so that he flipped forward, his head tipped back towards the earth; left leg cutting up to rest against his right knee, allowing that next line to appear and send him whipping out of that position, and around the corner of an alleyway.
The brown colored back pack was slapping against his back as he moved with a hurried pace as he whipped into said alleyway. Bounding off the wall to land behind a trash bin, he began to strip immediately as he dropped the bag down.
"Stupid criminals. They're right, after all, crime doesn't pay. What I never thought, though, was it meant that it didn't pay for me. Now I'm going to be late, and probably miss out on the job, and be poor again," Peter silently chastized his predicament within his head, quickly going about to put on those professional clothes.
Black slacks, white dress shirt, and a black armani jacket over that. It took nearly all of his savings to buy this suit for these situations specifically. Throwing his tie on, he stuffed his costume into the bag and crushed it beneath the trash bin, before bounding quickly out of the alleyway with briefcase in hand. Glancing around, he waited until he found the appropriate building that belonged to the research firm he was trying to get into.
They needed a web designer, and Peter was obviously the perfect candidate. He had no real life outside of that damned costume, other than his computer; so, it only figured that he could design a web-site with the best of them. Plus it'd give him some extra cash that the Bugle so frequently ignored to pay him for his back-breaking photos of ...well, himself.
As he continued to tie his tie, he was charging through the crowd of people towards the designated destination, when he heard a familiar bleep on his phone. Prying it out of his pocket, just as he was pushing through the door, he checked his E-mail only to see it was from this exact location.
"Since you couldn't manage to make it on time to your interview, Mr. Parker, the position has gone to your competitor. We suggest promptness in your behaviour in future endeavors..."
He didn't even bother reading the rest of the text on the screen, and instead buried his phone back into his pocket before slamming his hand into the wall as he made his way outside again. Great! Another job lost, he had to be on a record or something. He wondered if he could make money on telling people what not to do for a job interview.
Sigh emitting from his throat, he looked out over the throng of people meandering their way in the streets and sidewalks, and simply began to make his way into the group. No aim in his destination, just figured he'd walk until he figured something else out. There should be a law, no fighting crime on Sundays. Heck he was already breaking the rules by having an interview on Sunday, and still couldn't make it.