WHO: Peter and OPEN. WHAT: He's trying to be anti-sulky. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: The park. RATING: TBD.
Pictures of old couples perched together on benches, trees swaying in the wind, children laughing and playing along the playground -- all things that Peter found endearing, but hardly anything that the paper would care enough about to slip under it's thickening pages. The Press usually had a whole lot to write about with the crime rate in this city. While Peter thought that it would be better for everyone if they tried to shed a little positive light on their readers, his editor, very much like Jameson, held fast to the idea that the public would prefer to hear about the hard, bitter truth of the world that surrounded him. As much as he argued, Peter never seemed to get anywhere. It was frustrating, but he knew that there wasn't much that he could do to convince anyone anyway. That didn't stop him from coming out and taking pictures of the calm whenever he got a chance. He spent too much time wrapped up in chaos. This was the side of the city that he really did prefer to see.
He was standing near the lake now, his camera raised out in front of him while he worked at taking pictures of the surrounding area. The sun was hitting the water just right, making it perfect for a few photos that Peter could add to his own private collection. It was rare when he was able to get out into the calm like this; he was usually out busting baddies Spider-Man style. But he had spent too much time wrapped up in his own anger and pity. It was high time that he took a break and got away from it all. The violence, the alcohol. Everything.
Starting with this. Him, his camera, and the warmth of the afternoon sun shining down on his back as he snapped away at the water in front of him.