Eddie Brock/Venom (its_the_hate) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-03-31 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddie brock, poison ivy |
Who: Eddie aka Venom and OPEN
What: Crawling along walls, probably looking for trouble.
When: Early night
Where: Along the sidewalk outside of some building, with Venom on a wall to be specific.
Rating: TBA, but probably PG-13
Eddie was… okay. Not fabulous, not grand, but quite alright with where he found himself. He was away from New York, away from those who saw him as a fake and therefore un-hirable in his field of profession. Sure, he messed with one photo, had turned in one measly fake without so much as rethinking his move, without so much as flinching when he handed it over. That wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t reason for that idiot to reveal him and ruin all possibilities of a promising career before he had even gotten a good chance to make himself known. And to think, he had pleaded like a pathetic child for him not to say anything. Ha! He should have just punched his face in. Although, it wasn’t like he would’ve stood a chance back then…
He was nowhere near New York now, and he was fairly certain that Lex Luthor had a job just waiting for him to claim. It made him giddy just thinking about it. Only a few days in the city, and already he had something to go on. He had ability, meaning, and soon he would have a job to go along with those things. So of course, Peter Park could just suck on that! He was no longer some pathetic, useless little weakling who stood by while other people tore him down and took away what rightfully belonged to him.
His new found backbone was demonstrated by the creature who crawled along the walls like a pro, his body masked by a dark suit covered in an equally dark pattern that took the form of jagged, disoriented webs. Anybody who had previously known Eddie Brock, wouldn’t have recognized him then, not when his entire form was shielded from sight, his teeth long and sharp, and his fingertips curved into elongated claws meant for tearing.
Moving steadily against the side of a brick faced building, Venom chose to ignore the yellow-eyed demon who stalked closely behind him, on the ground with his intentions clear. Catch and kill the thing that crept like an insect, force it down from it’s perch and inspect it’s insides. Venom laughed soundly from within the inside of his symbiote mask, and he purposely ran his talons against the brick, creating a sound not very different from that which came from fingernails against a chalkboard.
There were people standing with umbrellas below him and the demon who had his eyes lifted, would not take notice of them while he was busy trailing the creepy crawly. He was not interested in human beings, not while something new and confusing crawled just above him.
Oh, Venom was oh so tempted to begin speaking… Soon… soon he would say something. But for now, the grating noise that his claws made was the only thing that could be heard from him. It was the only sound that he offered.