InsaneJournal

Who: Peter Parker of the 616 & OTA
What: Peter's doin' stuff
Where: Around town
When: Early evening, Monday
Rating: TBD



The sun was setting, the skies awash with the oranges and red native to the dimming horizon. The streams of light coated the clouds above, and lengthened shadows cast from the trees and buildings of the village that Peter was walking through at that moment. It was usually at this time of night, in the cool air, that Peter would be in the upper most high rises of New York, swinging between their massive spires, watching and patrolling the citizens of New York for any dangers. Yet, here, in this small and desolate place he was forced to call home, the city was but a village, the buildings quaint and lacking in any real stature or size. The sounds were muffled and quiet; he could hear birds, the winds, even the rush of water nearby, but there were no shouts or honks, no screeching of tires or roaring of engines. The place was quiet, peaceful, and in that peace Peter felt oddly uncomfortable.

The air was fresh too, smelling of nature rather than garbage and food. That was the one thing about this place Peter could quickly get used to and loved. As he walked through the cooling evening, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, dark black tank worn over his torso, he found himself rather enjoying the smell of this place. The silence, however, was unnerving. He missed the rush of the city in some aspects. The fights, sure, but also the sounds that had become a white noise for him. It made sleeping difficult, and for a man who barely slept anyway, it made this particular night that much more difficult. There was little to patrol, so he wasn't in costume; there weren't high rises, so he wasn't swinging between the buildings; there were no bustling people, so the silence was deafening when he was in bed. So here he was, traipsing through the village at a meandering pace.

He did wonder if maybe missing the action, the fighting, something he was striving always to put an end to, made him a bad person? Of course he didn't want someone to get attacked, mugged, their wallet or purse snatched, but if something like that happened and he could swing after them, save the day, and get that bit of a rush? He'd sure like that part of it. It was an odd and annoying feeling to have, one he wasn't all too impressed with himself in having.

Sighing, he shook his head and moved towards a bench along the sidewalk, and took a seat, looking out into the distance, trying to figure out what to do, before letting out a loud sigh.

"Oh my god, I'm so BOOOREEEED!"