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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 12, 2013 13:06:10 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Spider-Man nodded at MJ, lightened by their exchange until the crack of bone and the final breath of life sent his senses spiraling. He could only react by pulling her closely and holding her ears, sparing her from that horrible noise. Peter had been ready to ensnare Normal in a stream of web, but he had miscalculated the Mad Dog. He tried not to trace her hair as he let go, but it fell lightly over his fingers so delicately, the only damn beautiful thing in this alley was her. He almost never wanted to look away. Peter silently moved to his feet, looking to Mary Jane with a solemn tone in his voice, "You should go, Red. I'm sorry you had to see that."
He cringed at even sound of clap, his heart stopping at every beat. To Peter, they might as well had been funeral bells.
He then made a slow walk towards Norman Mars, reverence tensing his posture. "You killed him..." Peter could barely get the words out, low and bristling. He could hear the man's neck snap (over and over again like an eerie echo in the alley), but he'd spent too much of his time playing the cavalier hero to notice, to bother, to react to Norman in time. He was always on the scene just in time, and yet he had been too late.
Peter had severely underestimated this man. He was not the run-of-the-mill alleyway thug at all. He was rabid. hungry for revenge. Norman Mars was practically like looking into a dark mirror of who he was- broken, angry, consumed by, ruled by his past, and everything he was saying.. was right. This was on him.
And Peter hated it.
Some part of him just assumed he would catch the bad guy and that would be that; Peter wasn't counting on this. He'd gotten too big for his own head, and then Norman surrendered. Peter didn't know how to react at first. He was sure in some alternate universe where he life actually worked that this sort of thing happened all of the time (maybe in Petunia's world, he drifted off briefly), but in this version of New York, the bad guys did not just give up. They fought back with teeth and claws, and damned anyone who go in their way. Other than your standard psychopath welcome kit, what was wrong with this man? There was something unnervingly unhinged about him, floating between pity and what Peter could only describe as fear, fear that Norman knew more about Peter than he knew.
Nothing will reverse time about 30 seconds ago so you can stop, don’t you get it? You set out to save lives tonight and you failed! You lose! And I? I win.
There was a lot Peter could not erase that he wished he could have changed. He had to remind himself constantly that this man was not talking about Ben, that none of this had to do with Captain Stacy or any of them. The Mad Dog was just a man who assumed he knew him. This man was speaking in generalities. He was lying. He was all talk-- Albatrosses be damned, he was right. Peter had failed, again. Everything felt heavy and he was rooted in place.
All he could do was disagree, drifting into a pause before he spoke again. "Hey guy. What's your name? Your real name. Not this Mad Dog stuff, I'm sure your parents didn't name you that." Peter stood himself between Norman and Mary Jane. Fists tensed at his sides, he determined to prove this man wrong.
☢ Tag: MJ! Norman! | Words: 500ish | Outfit: suit | Notes: I wrote this like four times over and over again. It took me a while to settle on one idea. [/style]
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Feb 14, 2013 20:17:04 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] That brief moment of lighthearted relief was ruined with a sickening snap as Mad Dog lunged forward and broke the man’s neck clean in two. The sound echoed against the narrow walls and out into the street. It made Mary-Jane’s insides clench and twist in horror and she shut her eyes as two soft hands covered her ears. Spider-man’s kindness and selflessness astounded her; the redhead had never had people put her first before, except perhaps her mother. She could feel the man underneath the costume, his heart beating fast and hard against his chest as he pulled her close. To the outside world he was this infamous hero, but to her he was just a man; a man trying to protect his identity and keep her from harm at the same time.
As Spider-man’s fingers lightly fell away from her hair, MJ felt a strange sense of loss. It had felt so natural for him to be there, holding her like that. Then again, that was part of the job, right? Making people feel at ease? She was hardly a special case. Spider-man was pulling himself to his feet now, looking at her gravely. "You should go, Red. I'm sorry you had to see that." [/i] Mary-Jane said nothing, the last bit of colour draining from her face as she tried to digest what had just happened. In a matter of seconds, everything had changed. A man had lost his life. Had he deserved it? Had what Mad Dog said been true? Did it even matter? Mars was taunting Spider-man now, staring between the two of them with a grim look of immense satisfaction. The actress could barely look him in the eye; he was that terrifying to her now. To see what he could do first-hand, so ruthlessly put everything into perspective. How could she possibly leave Spider-man alone, to deal with this man by himself? Who knows what would happen. ’I’m not going anywhere,’ she said forcefully to him. Mad Dog was clapping them now, as if they were responsible for what happened. Oh she knew what he was doing, she had seen this happen all too many times in her own house. Her father had never taken responsibility for anything, not even his own actions. Everything was someone else’s fault, never his. Then they’d all carry around this guilt, forever wondering if they could have done something different to change what happened. It made Mary-Jane’s skin crawl and her anger began to increase again. How dare he try and manipulate them, the dirty, filthy creep! ’Don’t you dare listen to him-!’ she blurted out desperately, but Spider-man had cut across her, his voice dangerously calm. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she fell silent at once. Her eyes followed him fearfully as he drew nearer to Mad Dog. “What's your name? Your real name. Not this Mad Dog stuff, I'm sure your parents didn't name you that."[/i] The redheaded beauty watched Spider-man standing there like some kind of human shield between her and Mad Dog, now prepared for any sudden movements. If there was one thing that night she felt responsible for, it was him. He was the reason she was down here in the first place, and if anything happened to him she’d ever forgive herself. ’Ya might as well tell him, ‘cause if ya don’t I got plenty of reasons to fill him in,’ she interjected, not sure why she was speaking but simply working on instinct. She wasn’t strong or tough, or skilful in a fight. But one thing Mary-Jane was good at was talking. She could be ruthless and dangerous with her way with words, and she was determined to help them get out of this mess any way she could – even if it meant yelling her way out. [/blockquote][/size] TAGGED: Norman Mars and Spider-man WORDS: 645 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Feb 16, 2013 17:28:42 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him tooHow could a situation that looked so dire turn end in such a satisfactory ending the likes of which exceed any and all expectation… Mad Dog looked up at the hero and the innocent trying desperately to contain his and prevent himself from laughing out loud with glee. There’s faces, The sheer horror painted on their collective faces. He really ought to pay to experience something like this. The electricity going though his veins was just unparalleled. Yet that soon gave way to confusion as instead of Spider man punching his lights out he hugged Mary Jane Watson close to him as if he she was the only real thing in the world. Mad Dog was tempted to point out that once again he turned his attention away from a foe, if Mad Dog felt so inclined he could have so easily jumped up and snapped the Spider’s neck before he could even register what was happening. Which would leave free Mars to play with his new red headed toy, and toys do have a annoying habit of breaking easily, he wondered how long it would take before she broke…So why didn’t he? Despite the voices telling him to do so, yet he found himself fascinated by the embrace between the two. It wasn’t just comfort, There was something more happening. Now, he really wished he was in jail, so he didn’t have to witness this sorry scene. This was sickening. He half expected the two, to take him out right here and now and screw right on his rotting corpse. Because there was no doubt in Mad Dog’s mind that’s that what they wanted to do. Even if they didn’t know it yet, and then the two suddenly broke off and the spider looking like a pale imitation of the man he once was. Though he tried to hide it Mad Dog could tell he was shaken by Mad Dog’s actions. Good. "Hey guy. What's your name? Your real name. Not this Mad Dog stuff, I'm sure your parents didn't name you that."Mad Dog’s brow furrowed in bemusement, how the fuck was that relevant? What different does that make? At first Mad Dog was tempted to tell the hero to go fuck himself, but then reconsidered: Why shouldn’t he tell them about himself? “…Norman…” Mars muttered the name that tasted foreign on his tongue “Norman Mars… or at least it was in my past life.” At the mention of his past, A change came over Mad Dog, His face became solemn and withdrawn. “You see, I was once like you. I used to believe in something, my father split, my mother was a cheap crack whore and didn’t give a damn about me and I was shit on my entire life…but I had faith in the goodness of mankind. You wanna know what happened to me? My heart and soul was ripped out of me, everything I ever knew was turned to knifes and razorblades I lost everything, my youth, my innocents…”Mars suddenly broke off mid sentence and turned his gaze towards MJ just for a moment. “…Rose.”As if it never happened Mars’s head snapped back up to the spider. “…It was then I realized the truth that people are genetically coded to hurt one and other, we’re all messed up. It’s human nature, and sooner or later you’ll find out the same, but to answer the question Who I am? Can’t you tell?” Mad Dog pauses for a moment to stare down at his hands, opening and closing them as if unsure how they work before spreading wide his arms as if giving the two permission to bask in his glory and looking back up at the spider with a wide eyed almost euphoric grin on his face. “I’m God…and I know, I JUST KNOW! You’re both thinking that’s just what a homicidal psychopath WOULD say. But …but.” Mad Dog suddenly screws up his face like he has a headache while waving his hands in a frantic manner, its clear that Mars was far gone by now, into his own head. He clearly wasn’t speaking anymore, he was vocalising his thought process. There’s not other reason why I’m still here. I don’t want money, and I don’t want world domination. All I want is the end, my end. Someone finally ENDING me and putting me out of my damn misery! Kill me, put me out of commission, damn well paralyze me, ANYTHING to finally rip me out of this mortal coil and end the years of suffering I've had to endure! That's what it's all been about, for someone tofinish me off. Give me the warrior's death that I DESERVE to have. I’ve been stabbed, shot, drowned, starved, crushed But what keeps happening... What keeps happening??? I just keep waking up, and the realization comes:Damn it! I'm still alive!! and it becomes clear to me that there now is not a single person in the WORLD who can bring an end to my destruction, to my rage and put a final end to me, period!! And yeah, that damn well pisses me off because I've wasted years of my bitter life scratching, clawing my way up to make sure I became public enemy number one and push all those buttons to make you and all those Super’s hate my guts and want to take me out. It all amounts to nothing. So now if I'm having to suffer in life? Now YOU are ALL going to SUFFER!! You're going to damn suffer every minute, every moment I'm still breathing and you'll feel all of my hate, all of my anger towards this life until you are all just as sick and tired of it as I am and you'll be begging, BEGGING! for someone to put you out of your misery just like I've been doing all this time."A snarl on his face as Mad Dpg continues to stare at Spider Man. He's as twisted as they come, trying to put the blame on his misery on everyone else, and claiming that if he has to suffer then he'lll make the rest of the world suffer with him. Because of what?? A few mentally unstable people did to him? Yet he's still saying he hates the world and wants to punish the rest of humanity?? How much hatred and ruthlessness must be inside this disgusting man's soul to be set out to punish everyone, anyone else just because he can? “…Did I cover everything you wanted to know?”
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Mar 2, 2013 0:17:28 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] "...I'm sorry." Those two simple words were all Peter could offer to Norman Mars after the man had shared his tale. I'm sorry. As though that blessedly simple apology would be enough to make up for the horrors done to him. Instead, Peter offered sympathy. It was small, genuinely felt, but it did not change the fact there was a dead man lying in the alleyway, or that Norman Mars was an entirely broken man. Peter couldn't change either of those things, just like he couldn't change that Norman had murdered a man, and had probably murdered many others.
Peter lifted his hands slightly, but they fell again and he turned his head away. "Norman Mars- I'm sorry..." he added his name this time, a grand total of seven words versus Norman's four-hundred-and-twenty-nine. Though one of those words stood out clearer than all of the others. A name. Isolated between all of his grievances, there was a name. Her name was Rose. Peter could only imagine what this woman had meant to him. Was she his family? His family? His friend? It didn't matter, but Peter understood the weight in the tone of a name of a deceased loved one. There was a heaviness to it, a pause, the name had to stand out, as though there was a ritualistic funeral in the silence that followed. Peter didn't know how many times he'd buried all of the names he carried in those silences. He'd lost count.
So he understood this man, even if it was in the smallest way. Perhaps the man whose blood was filling the alleyway deserved to die. Perhaps Norman deserved to die. Hey, maybe even Peter belonged six feet under as well, but that didn't change what was happening now. You could always control the present, and therefore, your future.
Peter turned back to Norman, reverently quiet for Rose. "But you're not any closer to God than I am, Norman. You're a man. Punishment, suffering- that's not your call to make....I'm sorry."
☢ Tag: MJ! Norman! | Words: 337 | Outfit: suit | Notes: he didn't feel like wisecracking today[/style]
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Mar 13, 2013 18:56:45 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] Mary-Jane watched Mad Dog’s expression change from concerted rage to complete bemusement. It confused her slightly, for it were hardly a foreign question to ask. On the contrary, the fact that he refused to use his true name was actually very poignant and knowing.
“…Norman…” Mars muttered at last, a distasteful look on his face. “Norman Mars… or at least it was in my past life.” Then his expression changed again; it was solemn and almost human as he began to open up about his old life.
As he described the awfulness of his childhood, Mary-Jane began to feel almost sorry for the guy. He was obviously troubled and it was little wonder he ended up like he did. If only someone had been there for him, had helped him through the darkness, he may have found his way out of this evil. It was then that Norman paused in his story and Mary-Jane felt her heart leap to her throat as his gaze rested on her.
”…Rose.” [/i] She gulped slightly, glancing nervously at Spider-man. Mars was staring at her as though she was someone else… Like she were Rose. It lasted only for a second but it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Averting his eyes, he then returned to his story as though that brief pause had never happened. Then he stared down into his hands, opening and closing them as if he were unsure how the move them before spreading his arms triumphantly, a manic grin on his face. “I’m God…and I know, I JUST KNOW! You’re both thinking that’s just what a homicidal psychopath WOULD say. But …but…” [/i] He had screwed up his face now, as if he were in unbearable pain and Mary-Jane could do nothing but stare at him in horror, her mouth open, at a complete loss at what to say. She was known as a witty smooth talker, but this… This was different. This was serious, and real and deep. And she was way out of her depth. The redhead wondered briefly whether to try and comfort Mars, despite all he had done, her heart feeling a peculiar mixture of pity and revulsion as he spoke of his longing to die. But then his tone changed and he vowed their suffering and torture and Mary-Jane gave a little gasp of terror, staring at Spider-man now and praying to the high heavens that he had a plan because her mind was blank. He went from one extreme to the next and it was impossible to gauge what to say or where to turn. “…Did I cover everything you wanted to know?”[/i] "...I'm sorry,"[/i] Spider-man said at last, his voice full of sadness. He lifted his arms a little, as though he were about to do something when they fell again and he turned away. "Norman Mars- I'm sorry..."[/i] Mary-Jane drooped her head, wiping a little tear away from the corner of her eyes. Norman Mars was truly the most broken man she’d ever met, and it seemed even the Spider-man was at a loss at what to say. She soon realised that despite everything, she pitied and empathised with this man, this murderer. On some level, she knew where he was coming from. The actress herself had come from a broken, abusive home. Still, that didn’t mean she excused what he’d done, what he wanted to do, especially tonight. Pulling herself up to full height again, Mary-Jane Watson realised that a hero couldn’t always do it alone. Perhaps if they did, they’d end up like Norman. "But you're not any closer to God than I am, Norman. You're a man. Punishment, suffering- that's not your call to make....I'm sorry."[/i] ’Nor-Norman?’ the redhead asked tentatively, taking a tiny step toward him. ’Why don’t you let us help you? We understand, at least partly, what you’ve been through, that pain you feel.’She glanced furtively at Spider-man, gently placing a hand on his arm as she took another step toward Mars. ’But… Please. Listen to me. You don’t have to do this anymore. Don’t you want this pain to stop? Don’t you want to be happy? Please, I’m begging you, if you let us help you, if you stop all this killing and evil, you’ll get through it, and you’ll find happiness again.” She paused for a moment wondering if she dared say her name. ’Is this what Rose would have wanted?’ She asked very quietly. [/blockquote][/size] TAGGED: Norman Mars and Spider-man WORDS: 842 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Mar 16, 2013 16:58:20 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too As soon as the words were out of Mad Dog he can tell the mood of the party severely darkened…He could tell that the jovial nature of the spider and the self confidents of Mary Jane Watson were all but gone. This fact pleased Mad Dog to no know, even though he was somewhat effected by re-telling his past. Mad Dog never liked to delve deep into his memories, every time he did he found only pain awaited him. It is that very pain that fuelled him with the hate that filled his very soul. Still on the ground, Mad dog observed with some measure of amusement Spider man’s seemingly being at a lost for words. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the fact that he had done what he imagined many had failed before him: He had somehow silenced Spiderman. Not quite as it turned out. "Norman Mars- I'm sorry..."…It took all of Mad Dog’s restraint to not leapt to his feet right there and rip out Spider man’s tongue out of his self righteous head. “Don’t.” Mad Dog snarled through gritted teeth defences now back up “You can kill me, insult me, cripple me…but don’t you dare look down at me on you’re mountain of false morality and give me you’re pity with hollow words like: “Your sorry” When you’re crippled lying there in a pool of you’re own blood and I make you watch as I crave my initials into the virgin flesh of everyone you love in this life…then you’ll be sorry.” But you're not any closer to God than I am, Norman. You're a man. Punishment, suffering- that's not your call to make....I'm sorry."If these words affected Mars in anyway he was doing a hell of a job hiding it, He merely spat bitterly on the ground quite frankly looking bored like he’s heard this same speech a million times before. color=FF0000]“Yeah? And who the hell gave you the authority to save these people? Who declared you the almighty saviour of the unwashed masses? Just because you can shoot web and wear tight spandex, doesn’t mean you have the right to decide who lives and who dies? You wanna know what I think? I think you get off on it. I think deep down in places you don’t want to go, you relish the mayhem and the chaos people like me spreads because you can satisfy your own inflamed ego or just to absolve yourself of past sins. So don’t act like you’re the moral compass of the planet, because we both know that if it wasn’t for the scum of the world, you’re nothing.”[/color][/b] Nor-Norman?’Mars looked back to MJ almost forgetting she was there, she seemed almost nervous like she was approaching a wild feral animal…which in a way she was. Why don’t you let us help you? We understand, at least partly, what you’ve been through, that pain you feel.’She glanced furtively at Spider-man, gently placing a hand on his arm as she took another step toward Mars. ’But… Please. Listen to me. You don’t have to do this anymore. Don’t you want this pain to stop? Don’t you want to be happy? Please, I’m begging you, if you let us help you, if you stop all this killing and evil, you’ll get through it, and you’ll find happiness again.” She paused for a moment wondering if she dared say her name. ’Is this what Rose would have wanted?’ She asked very quietly.
At the mention of Rose’s name, Mad Dog head rocked back like he was punched as a fresh wave of pain washed over him, The pain would never end. Of that he was certain of Yet… The look on Mary Jane’s seemed almost…kind? Like she legitimately wanted to help him…it was quite sometime since someone looked at him like that, and once again Mars was suddenly struck by how much she reminded him of Rose. The offer did see tempting, maybe there was a way to bring back Norman Mars. The one who wished to be accepted. The one who wished to be loved. She was offering to take him away from the voices, away from the monsters, away from the pain. To wipe his mind clear of those that didn’t accept him. They threw him out of his world and left him on the outskirts of the streets, left to rot, left to die, and die Norman Mars did. It was from his remains, it was from the bare chemicals of that corpse that Mad Dog had risen. It was from Norman Mars that Mad Dog had risen, and it was the Mad Dog that had the power, the strength to carve out his own world. Yet Norman had always wanted to him find it again. Let him find Norman Mars. Let him find himself, the part of him that wishes to return to their world. For the first time in a number of years Mars saw a way out of the neverending maze in his head. Was it time? Was it time to put an end to this war? he stood for so long, bearing arms against the realm that scorned me. I tried so hard to bring unto them the hell that he had crafted from his own anguish. It is here that they take him back? It’s just so unbelievable. Too good to be true. Should he… take the chance? Collar himself , shed the name. dream this dream. It’s becoming a reality. The wish has come to life. They will take you. They will accept you! Is it… truly time? Is it time to come home? Come home?Mad Dog stood frozen at the sound of the voice. It was the same one, the one he’d heard for so long, but her voice… this was different. Familiar, but different. The same, but different. Unlike before when he heard the voice of Rose. Unlike before, it was so much more vivid, so real, almost as if… almost as if Rose were standing directly behind him. He couldn’t move. Never had he been so petrified by the sound of a single voice. It was all he could hear now, the echoed words “come home”. The sounds of the external world all fell to a silent hush. Mad Dog studied the voice of Rose but there was something off about the pitch of her voice. Sickly sweet, as he remembered it was but there was something more.. the voice sounded like an angel that held within it malicious designs. It was… beautiful, melodic in nature, yet menacing, horrible, all at once. Mad Dog tightly closed his eyes. He wasn’t ready for this presence. “You’re actually considering this aren’t you?”Mad Dog could barely speak. What answers were there to give? Mad Dog’s lips quivered. This in itself could only be nothing but a bad omen. “You’re not real, you’re just a projection from my subconscious, you’re not-“Mad Dog froze once again, unable to even finish his sentence, all because of a chill on his shoulder.He was sure that if he peered over to his left, he would see the pale, ghastly hand of Rose, something that he was convinced he didn’t want to see. A freezing chill grazed his ear. There was a breath, an insanely cold breath next to his face that drew in the whispers of the specter in his ear. No… Shh… it’s all right. It’s all right. I know you’re scared. I know you’re frightened. It’s okay.You… you’re different somehow. Why? Why are you here? Are you here to punish me, or plant the seeds of doubt in my mind? or will I find another motive hidden in your appearance? Norm… look around you. These are the people who showed you warmth. These are the people who showed you passion and respect, and for a moment, I heard you’re thoughts. You were contemplating an integration back into their society, did you not?I… I did.There was no point denying it. I’ve come here to show you the folly of your dreams. I’ve come to remind you of what your current goals should be. Remember, although I speak on the contrary, Norman Mars died long ago, and his dreams along with him. You are Mad Dog. A different mind, with different motives, inside a different man.But… but if she accepts me..Does she? Come. Let me show you sometimesCold hands begin to grasp at his body, holding him in a tight bear hug from behind. And in a quick movement, he was whisked away, far into the depths of his infected mind. It was only a few seconds before he finds himself replying the events of just a few moments ago when Spider man jump in and attacked Mad Dog I want you to watch and observe very, very closely. Watch yourself, watch Spider Man, and especially, watch Mary Jane Watson.Mad Dog takes these words to heart as he gets attacked with Spider Man’s web which slammed him against the wall. Do you see it? Look very closely…The scene seems to begin again in slow motion. He could feel himself slowly beginning to be dragged back… he then noticed a strange type of change on the face Mary Jane…she was right behind himself and Spider man and with every slow frame, her face seemed to undergo some type of metamorphosis, until right at Mad Dog collision with the wall. it all just peeled away. Right at the point of impact where Mad Dog back hit the wall, Mad Dog saw it. Her face completed the change. her skin broke off like shattered glass, and what was left behind were some… unspeakable imagine. The innocent bystander seemingly shed her human image in a heartbeat, and what remained was the inner core that revealed a dark, grotesque images of twisted, macabre face. Each and every fan wore upon their face a demonic visage that seemed to rattle Mad Dog. Do you see it, Norm? Do you see it? Don’t look away. You had to be reminded, reminded of the true nature of humankind. These are the people who want to “help” you, the very same people who scorned you all those years ago. You cannot forget the pain, the misery they brought you. You cannot be allowed to forget. This is why I brought you here. This world must be purged. Have you forgotten?No… no… I haven’t.Good. Look again.[The memory was still playing in slow motion, with Spider man looking down at Mad Dog with Mary Jane at his side and Mad Dog began to see the same kind of change. He was beginning to undergo the same metamorphosis. The skin of his mask rippled and blurred , until Mad Dog saw it. Spider man’s mask shattered. The pieces crumbled off his head. All Mad Dog saw was a grotesquerie, evil form that had resembled the true Spider Man. And it was this very image itself that Rose had tried to show Mad Dog this visage that could possibly be likened to the face of Lucifer himself. Mad Dog had no words. All he could do was look on at the monster standing above him. He quivered. He feared. He froze. And Rose offered to save him from it all once again. Norm, have you had enough? Do you want it all to go away?Mad Dog nodded, and it all went away. No more monsters. No more boogeymen. No more ghosts and ghouls and ghastly images. This was the army of hell on earth. Mad Dog was in combat with the devil himself. But Rose was here to save him. She took everything away, all the fear, all the pain, just like she once did…and suddenly he found himself back in reality as if he had awoken from some type of trance. There. You’re safe. Safe, for now. But you know what you have to do. You know why I showed you this. And as suddenly as it appeared the voice was gone.Leaving Mad Dog to contemplate her words. Mad Dog sparred Spider man one more wild eyed look before leaping to his feet and pointing a trembling finger at both of them. “Don’t…don’t you dare speak her name, you whore. I see through your lies.I know who you really are. No… I’m not going back. I’m not going back into that hell. I need to stop it. I need to destroy it. I need to kill it. I need to see… it… all… dead. As for you Spider man? I see through you as well: You’re the prototype of the modern man. The perfected image of these disgusting monsters that parade themselves around as “human”. They must be put away. They must be thrown back into the depths of hell where they belong, and I’m the one whose going to do it.[/center] (OOC: Obviously Mad Dog wasn't transported back in time, he just had what experts would call a psychotic episode in reality he was talking to himself before coming out of his trance :p)
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Mar 28, 2013 19:15:48 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Maybe Peter was self-righteous. Maybe he was deluding himself, but damn it! Norman was starting to get to him. Norman Mars was proving to be more than just an everyday run-of-the-mill criminal. He'd gotten under Peter's skin, made him pity Norman, empathize with him, practically hate him- all in the span of a conversation. Just when Peter had begun to feel one way about the man, he did or said something to quickly reverse that. Peter couldn't gauge him; the man was proving to be largely unpredictable, but you could never quite predict what a mad man would do next.
For a second there Peter really thought Norman was going to take their offer. Mary Jane painted just so sincere; she had that quality about her. Charisma, honesty, what-have-you, terrestrially grounded in what Peter could only describe as safety. Comfort. He could only register for a moment what it was, watching her expression from the corner of his eye, and the rest of those moments were spent (rather wasted) on targeting Norman Mars, not in awing her.
He felt Norman begin to lose his grip on reality, something about his voice felt distant and haggered. This guy isn't going to listen... man I really wished you would have listened.. Peter then had to go back into a defensive posture, poised to protect MJ at any moment. If this guy was going to try anything, it sure as hell wasn't going to be against Mary Jane. Over his dead body.
"Mock me all you want, butleave her out of this. No one else is dying today, Norman. Not here."
☢ Tag: MJ! Norman! | Words: 280 | Outfit: suit | Notes: shortshort [/style]
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Apr 24, 2013 20:26:58 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] Mad Dog continued to abuse Spider-man, his words full of pain, anger and bitterness. Every negative emotion a human could possible possess seemed to be swirling round Norman like a storm. He ranted and raved, with barely a pause for breath and Mary-Jane and Spider-man could do nothing but stand there, trying not to let his words sink in, trying not to let them hurt or make them think there might be some truth to what he said…
As she spoke softly to him, Mad Dog had turned to her as if he’d only just realised she was there. The redhead came closer and spoke tentatively too him, her eyes full of compassion and fear. And for a moment, for one glorious moment it seemed like she would be able to help him. But then…Then something vanished behind his eyes and he was gone. Gone into a world of his own, where Norman spoke in a way that was abnormal and unlike his own. There was a fear behind his voice, and then a high pitched one. Back and forth his voice went, while he moved in a rigid kind of way in front of them.
For a moment Mary-Jane thought he might collapse in a heap and she glanced nervously at Spider-man, wondering what to do. She took another tentative step toward him when he suddenly spun round to face her, more furious and terrifying than ever. With a little gasp she jumped back, her hand clasping her chest in horror.
“Don’t…don’t you dare speak her name, you whore. I see through your lies.I know who you really are. No… I’m not going back. I’m not going back into that hell. I need to stop it. I need to destroy it. I need to kill it. I need to see… it… all… dead. As for you Spider man? I see through you as well: You’re the prototype of the modern man. The perfected image of these disgusting monsters that parade themselves around as “human”. They must be put away. They must be thrown back into the depths of hell where they belong, and I’m the one whose going to do it.”
Spider-man moved a little in front of her, his protection making the actress feeling both comforted and uneasy. A part of her wished to jump in front of him instead, in case Mad Dog tried to do anything to him. There was only one Spider-man after all right? But it was more than that… She felt protective over Spidey in a way she couldn’t quite understand. Mary-Jane had felt a connection the moment they’d met… She’d also had the strangest feeling they’d met before…
"Mock me all you want, butleave her out of this. No one else is dying today, Norman. Not here," Spider-man said after a moment, to which Mary-Jane stared at Mad Dog, tears beginning to leak from the corner of her eyes. ’Norman…’ she said weakly, ’Please…’
[/size] TAGGED: Norman Mars and Spider-man WORDS: 494 NOTES: I'm so sorry this is so late guys! Been meaning to reply for ages but been so busy! Hope this is okays <3 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Jun 19, 2013 7:43:02 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too "Mock me all you want, but leave her out of this. No one else is dying today, Norman. Not here."It was a nice attempt on the part of Spiderman to try and talk down Mars, but unfortunately at this point Mad Dog was too far gone, too lost in his own diseased mind to be able to have a reasonable conversation, after his psychotic episode Spider man’s voice has almost been drawn out by the constant wailings of voices in his head practically begging him to rip out The Spider’s heart and shove it in Mary Jane’s face, and the beat of his own heart. At Spider Man’s words Mad actually let out an unsettling giggle as he stood upright as if the very idea of Spider being able to stop him as ridiculous. “Ohh…Man, you really got off on this whole “good guy” Don’t you?! The strong whiter then vanilla hero protects the damsel in distress from the big nasty villain…the only way this could better to get any better for you if I was wearing a top hat, a monocle and a fucking handlebar moustache that I can twirl while tying her to some train tracks!. As he talks Mad Dog seems to grew as large mocking smirk on his face and his right hand extended out like he flicked the cigareete at Spider man. “So I you think you can stop me from doing what ever I damn well please but I’m stil…in the zone y’know? So you see the problem…and I’m sure you know the only way either you or the whore are going to leave this allay alive.With that the hardness in Mad Dog’s eyes returned as he runs his hands through his hair frantically before removing his jacket in one smooth movement and looked Spiderman dead in the eyes while getting in a fighting stance. “Well come on then. I haven’t got all day, I’ll even give you the first shot! Because I’ve heard stories about you, how you're such a badass. “Spider man, Spider man does what ever a Spider can!” Whatever the hell that means…but I want to know how bad you really are! I want to know what you got, I want to see if you can really take a punch and I want to know what your blood smells like. So come on bug boy! Take the shot! Norman, Please… Like before the pleading of Mary Jane seemed to have some kind of a effect on Mad Dog, almost as if it caused him pain somehow, God damn…Why the hell did she have to look so much like Rose? Why did she have to have the same eyes? For a instant Mad Dog winched in pain and clutched his forehead like he suddenly developed a migraine and began talking almost to himself You didn't have to involve yourself. You couldn't just left it alone and everybody would be happy. This would have been so simple being puddles of blood… All you had to do... Was keep your hands, feet, and nose to yourself. But you just- you couldn't do that, could ya? Are you happy now?! Are you having I’m about to rip off his stupid his mask and shove it down his throat?! I hope so.”[/font ]
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