Gwen Stacy (ex_gwendy66) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-25 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | felicia hardy, gwen stacy |
Who: Gwen and Felicia
What: therapeutic drinking
Where: The Hardy Foundation then off to a bar
When: Friday night after this
Rating: pg13
Status: in progress
Gwen didn't bother to get dressed up. She didn't want any sort of attention since Carnage did a great job at drawing it in. Maybe alcohol would balance out her thoughts somewhat? It probably would have helped at all but it was worth a shot. Pun intended.
Swiping her key card and walking inside the building to wait in the lobby, she wondered why she wasn't going all Carnage right now. She didn't want to get her hopes up and think she was gaining some form of control. No instead she assumed it was probably keeping a low profile because she was now aware of it.
It was, weird. At work, and well she didn't really go out except to go to work, she smiled and tried to play it all off like nothing was wrong. In the back of her mind she was terrified every second that she might turn into a monster and hurt someone she cared about. On top of that she was still terrified to go home at night because of what the Joker did. She probably shouldn't, but she actually depended on and hoped that if she ever was in that situation again, that she would become Carnage and be able to fend for herself.
Recent events and having the symbiote, had her acting all sheltered and timid, and that wasn't Gwen at all. However, having the symbiote also made her physically stronger and enabled her senses to be more sharp. Which took some getting used to.
Sitting behind the receptionist desk, spinning the in chair, Gwen heard a door and footsteps. "You know I can't even remember the last time I went out and even consumed the slightest bit of alcohol, let alone get drunk?" she said before stopping and adjusting the hairpin on the side of her head. Gwen hadn't really worn a headband in forever, either.