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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Does whatever a spider can
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Apr 2, 2013 0:25:22 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;] Peter couldn't believe it. Spider-Man bested by a copier. That would certainly read as a killer headline for Jameson. All Peter had to do was make a few copies of some blueprint specs for the engineering team. Simple enough, but it soon proved to be a task easier said than done, as were all slapstick office shenanigans once the schmucks realized they were slap-stick'd with a problem bigger than they could chew.
Today's mishap wasn't in the form of a paper jam or a bug. No, the machine decided to go kamikazi on him and rapid fire tens of dozens of papers straight out into the room. Peter would later describe as it being akin to the scene in the first Harry Potter film where Harry was grabbing at the flying envelopes, except with a considerable less amount of magic. It didn't help that Peter himself was just a freaking mess. He scrambled out of bed that morning to get to work, and bolted out the door with cereal and inside of a ziplock bag and his shoes draped around his neck. He didn't even have time to take the subway like a normal human being. Peter had to sprint to Stark Tower and hop over buildings with a paper bag over his head (courtesy of Shangri-La chinese takeout) so no ace with a camera would snag a shot of the flying monkeysuit. In the last block, Peter had to hoof it of course. No one was supposed to see Spider-Man sneaking into a 9th floor Stark Tower window because he was late for work. No sirree, Peter Parker had to use the door like all the rest of world.
He also discovered he had a cold, further muddling his inner rhythm.
At this point it was practically snowing in the copy room. The sneaky devil of a copy machine had documented Peter's mad dash to stop it from spewing out masses of papers (much of the snapshots ranging from awkward, unflattering, to downright painful). At the sound of the door Peter froze, his arms still up in position from snatching at speeding sheets of paper and entirely covered in them. He looked like the snow-beast of 9x11 inch post-its. Looking at the doorway, Peter squeaked pitifully, "Help." and then sneezed.
Today was not his day.
☢ Tag: Amber! | Words: 405 | Outfit: this! without the hat and beard | Notes: The colds kinda making his powers go out of tune too~[/style]
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Post by Amber Lee on Apr 11, 2013 18:49:21 GMT -5
The file that had been given to her by her new boss was held tightly in her arms as Amber continued to make her way through the corridors of Stark Tower, side stepping the odd person here and there to avoid any kind of collision as her dark eyes focused on the path ahead. Pepper had some meeting or other that required her attention that morning, but it did not require Amber to be present, and so she had been requested to deal with the photocopying of the file that would be needed for the meeting the following day, at which point she would be present. It was just another one of those little perks that she got with her new job title as the personal assistant to the CEO of Stark Industries, the invisible person that most would not recognize or even acknowledge if she was present. But there was a major benefit to not being looked at too closely, and Amber was more than happy to exploit that point in order to do her job. It would give her time to look around and observe, taking note of all the people present as well as their actions, their bodily responses to things. And it also gave her a bit of an in when it came to dealing with some of the things that would be re-routed to the Avengers.
The girl was still rather anxious to prove her worth to SHIELD, hoping that she might gain enough notoriety with Tony to be mentioned in passing, which would then in turn cause Nick Fury to point his gaze at her as well. It was all a process, a rather slow one, but a process nonetheless. And for the time being she needed to keep her head above the water here in the tower so that someone else didn't try to elbow their way into her job. She'd seen the looks that people had given her when first she had arrived, asking to be directed to the office of Pepper Potts. She'd also heard them speaking as she moved about the office space to do what was required of her. People did not believe that she was capable of handling the position at such a public and well respected company, noting that her age was a huge factor in the way that people looked down upon her. Either they were absolutely stupid or they just didn't care about being overheard...
Regardless, Amber knew that she had a job to do and set about doing it without the social interaction that she saw the others partake in during their breaks. On a normal day she spoke only to Pepper, perhaps to Happy if he happened to wander by, and never to Tony. On the rare occasion that she did see him, the genius superhero would catch her eye for just a moment before he would continue on his way, perhaps in his efforts to keep her identity a secret. She'd made it rather clear to Tony that she did not wish for people to know who she really was, not that it would mean anything to most people. The name Phil Coulson wasn't exactly a household name, after all. Still, she appreciated the fact that he hadn't appeared to say anything to Pepper, who treated her just as she had when they had met for the very first time. Tony Stark, Nick Fury and Clint Barton were the only people who knew who she was in all of New York City, and she hoped to keep it that way.
As she approached the photocopying room, Amber reached out to grasp the handle of the door and suddenly stopped, her brow furrowing a little as she listened to the sounds that came from the other side. The machine was being used, she could hear it running in the background...but what else was she hearing? A little confused by the whole affair she slowly pushed the door aside and peaked around the corner, finding a disaster waiting just out of view. Papers were flying everywhere, the machine somehow still running despite the amount of white she saw on the floor and hovering around in the air, not to mention the pile that seemed to have grown on the only other occupant of the room, who gave a pitiful cry for help when she opened the door. Hoping to contain the mess inside, Amber shut the door and stepped quickly to the plug on the wall, giving it a firm yank until the two had been disconnected and the photocopier stopped spitting out whatever it was the poor boy had been trying to copy. "Wow...first time using a photocopier?" she asked as she held the file a little tighter to her chest, raising a brow in his direction. "You've made quite the mess in here."
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on May 18, 2013 1:27:38 GMT -5
"My savior~" he cheered quietly, though his honest enthusiasm was dulled by his stuffed nose. He wanted to hug his sudden rescuer. He shifted, the stray papers fluttering along with him like the tissue paper scales of a piñata.
Peter couldn't even manage to finish a whole sentence now. "No, that things-achoo! Just-achoo! ...Evil. AH- no, wait.. I'm good- CHOO!" He shivered, sending the papers covering his body shaking with him, like leaves on a tree trembling through a breeze.
"I used a photocopier before." he managed finally, with a nasally sort of miserably congested quality to his voice. "I'll pick it up don't worry. Just don't tell anyone...Youuu sawww nothingg~" There was mock-hypnotist tone in voice. It worked for Obi Wan when he jedi-mind-trick'd those storm troopers over on in Tataouine.
Just pick one off the ground, Harry..
"Hey, do you where the shredder is under all of this. The paper one. Not the samurai arch nemesis of the teenage mutant ninja turtles..." he turned around and did an entire rotation to try and find the aforementioned paper shredder. The papers chattered on with him. "These photos aren't exactly the most flattering.." he winced at the copier's acute artist eye at chronicling his embarrassment. In some shots he was mid-sneeze while in others the photographs just insisted to capture his most unflattering true-to-life expressions. About his adhesive 'tar-and-feathered' state, Peter decided to comment. "Somebody must have charged the copy machine with sticker paper," he said casually. "Weird. Huh."
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Post by Amber Lee on May 26, 2013 12:38:02 GMT -5
The copyroom was in such a state of disarray that it was almost impossible for Amber to find where the source of the sound came from when she managed to plug the machine, looking around her to try and pinpoint his location. His sneezes saved her the trouble, scattering papers a little further over the room as he stood there in his newfound disguise. She couldn't help but smile sympathetically at him, suppressing the urge to laugh at his plight when she reached forward to remove one of the papers from his face, noting just how sick he really seemed to be. Poor soul, she thought. "No," she told him, offering a small smile. "Just a silly assistant who happened to walk in at the right time."
The very idea of being someone's saviour was almost funny to Amber, who had never been addressed in such a manner before. After all, she'd merely saved him from the photocopier, not from the coming apocalypse or anything close to that sort of thing. Setting her own paperwork down in a safe spot not covered by other pages, she bent down and began to collect a few of the pieces, finding that they stuck to her fingers and caused a look of confusion to cross her features. "What on earth?" Giving her hand a bit of a shake, she found that they were indeed stuck to her skin, causing her to give the boy a nod in agreement as he said something about the paper being replaced with a sticky type paper. "Who did that, I wonder?"
There was such a mess around them that Amber wondered how it was that this poor boy planned on cleaning it all up before someone else wandered in, especially since he didn't sound like he was overly healthy. But she didn't even know who he was, let alone what he was doing in the copy room to begin with. "Wow," she said, giving her head a bit of a shake. "I'm sorry...I'm Amber, by the way, Miss Potts' new assistant." She felt a little odd, having walked in on him like that without some kind of introduction, but she supposed it was excusable considering what kind of situation she had walked into. After all, she doubted that disasters like this one were common in a place like Stark Tower.
Still, she had to wonder how it was that he was going to be able to clean up such a mess like this, knowing now that the papers had an adhesive layer on the one side. It was certainly going to make things a little more complicated in terms of collecting them all off the floor, walls and machine itself. The papers were absolutely everywhere, creating such a mess that Amber didn't know if they would ever get it cleaned up, even between the two of them. But the last thing they needed was for someone else to wander inside and see the state of the room, because she knew that there were a number of people who were not thrilled with the eighteen year old girl who had landed the job of Pepper's assistant when they were so much older and more qualified...
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