Eddie Brock/Venom (its_the_hate) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-06 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen stacy |
Who: Eddie and Gwen
What: Eddie decides to stalk find Gwen and make sure that she’s safe. It really is considerate of him.
When: Late Afternoon
Where: A random diner
Rating: TBA
Gwen was nearby, his Gwen, close, minutes away from where he stood in fact. That was the greatest news he’d gotten since showing up here, and you could bet that he’d be high tailing it out the door and to the nearest taxi.
Pulling the gray trench coat tighter around his body, he made a run for the curb and the yellow vehicle that he’d requested over the phone before getting ready to walk away from his apartment. It was cold for Los Angeles and the wind whipped through his hair, stronger than it should have been, even with the rain present to mingle in with it like they were old friends, ready to make the people of the city miserable. It wasn’t that Eddie despised the weather, and it wasn’t that it bothered him, because he could walk down a street or cling to a wall without being effected. But getting wet wasn’t at the top of his list of things to do. He’d rather be dry and warm, than soaked and chilled.
It was much nicer.
When the car door snapped shut after he crawled in, Eddie pitched himself closer to the driver and handed him a torn piece of paper, which was scribbled with his address of choice, in messy red ink.
“Got it.”
It was all that was said, and soon the tires were squealing and the car was making its way down the rain slicked road. Eddie sat back and stared out the window streaked with water. Distantly he thought he heard The Beatles playing over the radio, but couldn’t get a decent grip as the music was turned down too low and hardly hearable as it was. This didn’t matter though, for Eddie wasn’t in the mood for some upbeat, cheerful Beatles tune. Not at the moment anyway.
Neither drive nor passenger shared conversation and soon the car was stopped along another curb. When the engine went silent Eddie leaned up, handed the money over and opened the door. He was greeted with the usual drench, the familiar gust of wind and the absence of sunlight. He barely noticed it while he made a run for the diner’s entrance.
The bell gave a ring and he stepped inside, relieved at the warmth and the dryness of the place.
Now to spot Gwen...