||[Apr. 29th, 2006|02:12 am]
Swinging high over the city, Peter Parker is lost in thought, even as he reflexively executes aerial maneuvers that would terrify the greatest trapeze artists.
It's a bit quiet today.. I mean, not that I'm looking for a runaway bus full of nuns, or a bank robbery..
On the street below, an alarm sounds, accompanied by a loud crunch as the storefront of the Second National Bank erupts outward in a hail of concrete and glass.
Hey, a bank robbery! Maybe today's Spidey-wish-fulfillment day..
"I wish I had my cosmic powers back.."
Not waiting for the universe to respond to that one, he angles his way down towards the bank, alighting horizontally over the breach. Below, a grey shambling figure emerges from the hole, crushing the rubble underfoot as he stomps towards the street, bags of money in-hand.
Smirking beneath the mask, he pipes up in an imitation Southern drawl. "Well, as ah do declayah, if'n it ain't the Rhino." He drops the accent. "Let me guess, you've put on a few pounds and you couldn't fit through the door?"
The Rhino whirls - slowly - and drops the bags, glaring up at the wall-crawler. "Spider-Man! I've been looking to flatten you.."
Leaping over the Rhino, he executes a flip in the air, firing a stream from his web-shooters at the behemoth's face. "You'll have to look a little harder, tubby." His legs lift him from the ground once more, as he springs back to the storefront across the street - a Plinko's Copy Shop, closed at this hour. As the Rhino growls, pawing at the webbing on his face, Spidey calls out again.
"You know, we could save some time here, and you could go directly to jail. I'll pay for the bus pass." A beat. "Two, if you need the extra seat."
The Rhino snarls again, unable to respond plainly because of the webbing, and charges blindly towards the sound of Spider-Man's voice. Yeesh, is this guy predictable or what? Spidey leaps as the Rhino nears, allowing him to plunge straight through the plate glass window of the Plinko's, crashing headfirst into a massive copying machine.
"You know, buddy, if you're going to use one of those things for the usual joke, you're supposed to copy the other end.. but in your case, I doubt anyone will notice."
The Rhino struggles to lift his head, but the awkward position, combined with the weight of the machine, his horn, and the webbing.. make it difficult.
Spidey whistles as he adds layers of webbing to envelop his enemy.
"And they say this place charges too much for binding.."