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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-14 03:56 pm
heyunderoos) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-14 03:56 pm
Log: I'm Real, I'm real!
Who: Peter Parker & You!
When: March 13th mid evening, March 14th the morning
Where: Around ADI building
Summary: Peter arrives to the ADI confused, alarmed and injured.
Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia, descriptions of injuries
A. Illusions - OTA
He sucks in another sharp panicky breath as he curls a hand tightly against his chest. Pain radiates its way through Peter as he staggers out of a supply closet into very plain hallways.
It isn't the dark dim hallways Mysterio projected before, but Peter isn't sure what else Beck actually is capable of. What else can he do? Does he have any other kinds of weaponry on him? Are they even still in that warehouse?
Is Beck just making him walk in circles?
Peter's hands shake as they curl into fists. A frustrated growl escaping him as he picks a direction to stalk down. The adrenaline from earlier is starting to drop. He can feel every bump and bruise he's taken. Even with the padding in his suit protecting him, he can still feel where he's been shot.
"Just stop this! Right now!" He shouts at the quiet hallways. The lack of response does nothing to make Peter feel any better.
Why isn't Quentin Beck just killing him? The man was leading up to that earlier.
Those who encounter Peter will see the teenager pacing the halls, eyes wide and wild. He's glad in an all black tactical suit, a mask with white big lenses on the front that moves with his eyes blinking.
Others could see him ducking into an open office, trying to climb a wall only to slide right off onto the floor. He keeps trying to go up walls and getting more frustrated by the minute.
B. Truths- OTA
After his frankly kind of embarrassing outburst upon arrival, Peter is doing his best to kind of lay low. As low as anyone else just arriving can anyway.
He had been calmed down and shown the ropes, and well. He feels kind of dumb now. A night of sleep also helped a lot. He still feels incredibly sore. He just needs to take it easy. Keep icing his bruises. Normally he heals way faster than this, but he guesses he took a bit of a beating this time.
The fact he's still in costume the next day probably makes it hard to miss him, but he's kind of low on choices right now. Taking the mask off actually helps it be less weird at least. The bruises blossoming on his face likely are hard to miss, but, he can't really do much about those.
Peter is tucked away in a corner of the canteen, picking over some microwave food. It isn't great, but he's starving, and trying to just inhale all of it. He doesn't want to choke on the food. He's already kind of made enough of a scene as it is.
At someone else's approach, he sits up a bit stiffly, but manages an embarrassed thin smile. "Sorry, did I take your table-?"
He scoots one of the plastic colorful chairs back. "I can find another table."
When: March 13th mid evening, March 14th the morning
Where: Around ADI building
Summary: Peter arrives to the ADI confused, alarmed and injured.
Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia, descriptions of injuries
A. Illusions - OTA
He sucks in another sharp panicky breath as he curls a hand tightly against his chest. Pain radiates its way through Peter as he staggers out of a supply closet into very plain hallways.
It isn't the dark dim hallways Mysterio projected before, but Peter isn't sure what else Beck actually is capable of. What else can he do? Does he have any other kinds of weaponry on him? Are they even still in that warehouse?
Is Beck just making him walk in circles?
Peter's hands shake as they curl into fists. A frustrated growl escaping him as he picks a direction to stalk down. The adrenaline from earlier is starting to drop. He can feel every bump and bruise he's taken. Even with the padding in his suit protecting him, he can still feel where he's been shot.
"Just stop this! Right now!" He shouts at the quiet hallways. The lack of response does nothing to make Peter feel any better.
Why isn't Quentin Beck just killing him? The man was leading up to that earlier.
Those who encounter Peter will see the teenager pacing the halls, eyes wide and wild. He's glad in an all black tactical suit, a mask with white big lenses on the front that moves with his eyes blinking.
Others could see him ducking into an open office, trying to climb a wall only to slide right off onto the floor. He keeps trying to go up walls and getting more frustrated by the minute.
B. Truths- OTA
After his frankly kind of embarrassing outburst upon arrival, Peter is doing his best to kind of lay low. As low as anyone else just arriving can anyway.
He had been calmed down and shown the ropes, and well. He feels kind of dumb now. A night of sleep also helped a lot. He still feels incredibly sore. He just needs to take it easy. Keep icing his bruises. Normally he heals way faster than this, but he guesses he took a bit of a beating this time.
The fact he's still in costume the next day probably makes it hard to miss him, but he's kind of low on choices right now. Taking the mask off actually helps it be less weird at least. The bruises blossoming on his face likely are hard to miss, but, he can't really do much about those.
Peter is tucked away in a corner of the canteen, picking over some microwave food. It isn't great, but he's starving, and trying to just inhale all of it. He doesn't want to choke on the food. He's already kind of made enough of a scene as it is.
At someone else's approach, he sits up a bit stiffly, but manages an embarrassed thin smile. "Sorry, did I take your table-?"
He scoots one of the plastic colorful chairs back. "I can find another table."