May "Mayday" Parker (spiderette) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-06-18 04:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, flash thompson / agent venom (trn123), mayday parker / spider-girl (mc2) |
Who: Mayday Parker / Spider-Girl (MC2) and OPEN
What: May's first night in a new city, and she takes to the best way she knows to unwind.
Where: All about the city, rooftops, buzzing city streets, interacting with random people, shaking hands, saving cats, or possibly just getting spotted on patrol.
When: Late evening.
Rating: PG-13 at worst. Potential Triggers for narrative reminders of death and possible related trauma's. Baby Spider hasn't had the best run lately.
Status: Log, possible narrative
Notes: This is what happens when I pick up one of my favorite muses. Feel free to tag if you'd like. Subthreads also welcome.
Are tattered, torn out and worn in..." The familiar tug of tension against the strand of webbing pulled May back from the light flutter of sound of music in her ears. It was enough of a reminder for her to discharge a fresh strand and give herself some lift. May felt her muscles tense, turning out the sound of the pods in her ears completely, as that feeling washed over her. There wasn't a word for it, for webslinging, for how it could make you feel. Even at the end of a day where all you wanted to do was find somewhere to scream and have no one hear you? Even a day after like what today had been? It was still enough to bring a smile to her face. It was one of the more brilliant perks of being a member of her particular family really. They all understood intrinsically what it meant and none of them ever tried to argue against it's medicinal benefits. It was why May wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to see any of the known members of them out and about tonight. It was one of those days and, for May at least, it was coming at the tail end of a long string of shit -- pardon her French. Anger though, anger was exhausting and May had been admittedly so very tired lately. Never mind hopping from universe to universe, never mind the nightmares she suffered more than she would likely admit to anyone, May Parker was angry. She'd had every reason to be too. Her life had been right there, pretty damned -- sorry for swearing so much -- ct and then someone showed up and took it away just because. May was tired of being told it was alright. She was tired of everyone trying to stand in for her, even if she was thankful that Benjy she knew was in capable and the safest care. She didn't want to be told they'd fix it, she didn't want to figure out a way to put it all right. No, and no matter how much they tried to caution her, what she wanted, what she deserved, was something much simpler. She wanted revenge. I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust..." The sound snapped Mayday back again, her tightly balled fists dropping the strand of webbing to send her dropping towards a nearby rooftop. Tones connected with toes and her body nimbly tucked and tumbled forward. Coming up, May broke into sprint, ducts were vaulted, walls were sprinted up, and, when that edge was finally reached? May Parker did the only reasonable thing there was to day after a day like today: She jumped. The chorus of the music hit her ears and, what had once been a smile seemed all at once to break. The sound that accompanied her, seemingly dangerous and garish free fall? It wasn't gasping, it wasn't fright. It was laughter. She rode the descent as low as she could, until she finally discharged a fresh strand on a low overhang to give herself another arc back up to the skyline. Is revenge even an option now? Near as May could tell anyway, she wasn't going to be leaving this world anytime soon. Never mind that she didn't know exactly how she was going to manage that, what with being separated from her team, Mayday wasn't sure how she'd be able to identify this world's totem -- assuming this world had one. This world didn't seem to have any need to worry, proof that May was luckier than she felt. Proof that made her slightly regret not having Benjy, even if she wasn't sure. That was the problem. May remembered. She remembered feeling like there wasn't a care in the world. She remembered when it was easy. Then one day, a day that was seemingly like any other day, she'd up and lost everything. Her Sister was gone. Her Mother and Father were gone. Wes. Everything. What if they're right though? What if this is it? What are you going to do? Well. You know what we always say: 'With great power' -- They all knew the rest. Every Parker, every Spider, they all knew. It was what it meant to put on that mask. It was how you lived, no matter how they all tried to fight it from time to time. There wasn't any getting around it. If May was going to be stuck here, free from the terror of The Family? She'd have to figure out how she was going to make that work. Maybe she could just cling to the blind hope that... Another drop, this one leaving her perched and balanced perfectly atop a low hanging street light. She sat there for a moment, watching the world seeming to go by beneath her. They seemingly didn't have a care in the world. They looked safe. They looked comfortable. May even would have liked to believe that they looked happy. It was nice. It was the kind of thing she needed to see. "Hold on, hold on You really got to hold on..." Perhaps the rest of the song wasn't the most appropriate choice when you were striving for for a happy moment but, at the same time, wasn't it? Wasn't that what she really had to do right now? She'd had the good fortune of landing in a universe that wasn't in flames, seemed to have no shortage of superheroes, and her Dad was still alive. Well, not her Dad, but one of them. An Uncle Ben was here too and a Gwen -- though Gwen was a mixed bag for May at the moment. She was sure that would pass soon, once she got to know this Gwen. The fact, however, remained: None of them were hers -- and that was just that feeling she needed to fight. Maybe that explained why, when her eyes spied a seemingly lost wallet down below in the lamp light, she was already in motion. It wasn't hard to spot the lone owner, walking away seemingly oblivious to the loss that had just befallen them. It was easy to flip an elbow down and pause the music so she could hold a reasonable conversation. It felt like a small step, but it was enough. It was something to get a spring back in her step as she jogged after the owner, and it was even enough to put the 'friendly' and 'neighborhood' back in her voice when she spoke. "Excuse me. I think you dropped this..." She held it out without another thought. If she had a little bit more luck, this would be one of the first of many tonight. They might not have seemed like much, but they were plusses in the win column. They were good moments she could ride on to get her through...whatever this was right now. Besides... Song Credits, in order: Bree Sharp - Faster Faster, Imagine Dragons - Radioactive, Tom Waits - Hold on Thanks for reading at the very least. I love writing this character. |