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Midnight Maiden
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Merritide City. It was a nice place, considering it was a big ol' well-populated city in NY. The air was clear, friendly faces were at every turn, and you might even catch some kids playing around the local parks. Yes, everything was absolutely hunky dory in what the city that some might even go as far as to call a utopia. A diamond in the rough, a safe haven for people who've experienced naught but the worst of the world, or so they said.
Those people were all idiots.
You see, there are three types of people in the world. The optimists, the ignorant, and the assholes who at least were aware of how the world worked. Thank goodness for that one redeeming trait, or they'd lose all of their merit. But see, the point is, the city wasn't as great as some made it out to be. Monsters, misogynists, masked capers and criminals as crooked as they get, the city had it all. For every smiling face, there was a cold and lifeless one with features forever frozen in leftover despair from their last breathing moments.
But for the moment? The city appeared to be in one of it's scarce and brief periods of peace, the blue sky filled with the sounds of birds singing, people bustling, and pounding heartbeats. The last one, audible only to the trained ears of one woman making her way down the sidewalk in casual attire. The cool weather that came with fall had come around, and she had to wonder just why anyone would ever want to wear anything but sweatpants and a tee(with a nice jacket thrown in depending on the time) at any time of the year- save for in the summer when shorts were preferred, of course.
Eh.
Regardless, with hands stuffed in the pockets of her light jacket, the woman carried onward, various thoughts flooding her mind. And not the trivial kind that one would expect, either- they were thoughts of monsters and fiends, villains and mass murderers. Which, for her? Those things had just become a normal part of her life. They appeared to be around every corner, waiting for their turn to have their butts kicked.
Oh, right- this lady wasn't your average Joe. Jess Miriam Drew, alternatively known as Spider Woman.
And she was super-ly going to take a seat on a park bench, hoping to catch a super-break.
@Yvain @BarrenThin
Those people were all idiots.
You see, there are three types of people in the world. The optimists, the ignorant, and the assholes who at least were aware of how the world worked. Thank goodness for that one redeeming trait, or they'd lose all of their merit. But see, the point is, the city wasn't as great as some made it out to be. Monsters, misogynists, masked capers and criminals as crooked as they get, the city had it all. For every smiling face, there was a cold and lifeless one with features forever frozen in leftover despair from their last breathing moments.
But for the moment? The city appeared to be in one of it's scarce and brief periods of peace, the blue sky filled with the sounds of birds singing, people bustling, and pounding heartbeats. The last one, audible only to the trained ears of one woman making her way down the sidewalk in casual attire. The cool weather that came with fall had come around, and she had to wonder just why anyone would ever want to wear anything but sweatpants and a tee(with a nice jacket thrown in depending on the time) at any time of the year- save for in the summer when shorts were preferred, of course.
Eh.
Regardless, with hands stuffed in the pockets of her light jacket, the woman carried onward, various thoughts flooding her mind. And not the trivial kind that one would expect, either- they were thoughts of monsters and fiends, villains and mass murderers. Which, for her? Those things had just become a normal part of her life. They appeared to be around every corner, waiting for their turn to have their butts kicked.
Oh, right- this lady wasn't your average Joe. Jess Miriam Drew, alternatively known as Spider Woman.
And she was super-ly going to take a seat on a park bench, hoping to catch a super-break.
@Yvain @BarrenThin