WHO: Alexis and OPEN (or narrative) to whoever wants to join WHEN: Dusk, Thursday night WHERE: Outside the New York Public Library WHAT: Violence and such WARNINGS: Again. Violence and such. Probably NPC deaths.
New York City was always a buzzing hornets nest no matter the day or time. With 8.5 million people crammed into one city, there was no shortage of subjects to be out and about, even at two am. So dinner time on a Thursday meant that there were swarms of people moving on the sidewalk and through Bryant Park, looking like ants from Alexis's perch on the top of the famous library. She didn't live in New York, far from it, but the amount of time she'd spent in the city made it more and more obvious that she needed to move there. It was so much more interesting here, what with the high superhero population. Perhaps she'd have her assistant find her an apartment there.
The suit from the symbiote lay flush against her skin, an extension of herself more than some silly little costume you'd see on members of the Avengers or X-Men. The mask itself was drawn back so that it was temporarily non-existent and left her head exposed. At some point her face would have to be covered with the black alien substance, especially since its giant maw and exaggerated features were far more intimidating than the face of a young girl in her twenties. For now, she was sipping a green smoothie out of a clear plastic cup. It was disgusting but it was supposed to be good for you or some shit. Whatever
More importantly, she was bored. That wasn't a new emotion for her, far from it, but it never led anywhere good. Even she could admit that she was prone to being more vicious when she was restless and her mind was allowed to wander. It was easy to fall into boredom when you were born without any type of empathy towards anybody or anything other than yourself. She was good at mimicking the emotions of others; she knew what emotions she was supposed to be feeling when she was interacting with other people, she just didn't actually feel it. It had been a relief to throw off that mask when she no longer had to hide her true identity, but sometimes in the business world she still needed to pretend to care. Good for business, but really crappy for any of the innocent people she decided to eventually take her boredom out on.
Her legs were swinging like a child on a swing, and with a sigh she dropped the half-full drink so that it crashed into a man wearing a business suit way down below. She could tell it hurt, but unfortunately she wasn't high enough up for it to actually kill him. Too bad. 'Death by smoothie' had a bit of a poetic sound to it.
The mask slid over her head like liquid slipping along before she began to scale down the wall of the building. A few people noticed her, pointing up with their phone cameras like it was all just some entertainment display, but the majority remained oblivious the way only New Yorkers could. She shot out her black webbing to swing over to one of the trees whose branches hung over the picnic tables spread out with art supplies for children, gripping a particularly strong one with her legs so that she could hang upside down in view of the shocked family. A teenage girl, some elementary-aged boy, and a husband and wife all stared in shock at her until the boy screamed in terror. When the mother went to act, Alexis was quick to snap her neck before taking advantage of the family's moment of grief to snatch up the youngest up in her arms before swinging back to the top of the building with him held firmly under one arm.
"Okay tiny annoying human. You want to fly?" Her voice, distorted as it was by the symbiote, sounded sinister. Her grin spread unnaturally wide as she casually held the squirming child over the ledge with nothing but air beneath his feet. "This is probably going to hurt really, really badly."