A spine without a nervous system.
Who: EDWARD NYGMA and YOU.
When: 2/19-2/20, all night hours to the wee morning.
Where: In the City.
Summary: Need an interrogation? Conversation? A little more action? He's a slippery guy, but sometimes things catch up to him.
Warnings: Unlikely, but that's always apt to change.
Format: Whatever you tag in with I'll match, just name the place and time.
Despite the uneasy thaw, the winter chill still blistered down his neck. Creeping and cold, invasive and clawed. Controlling. It was a sharp mixture, cooled with paranoia and icy frustration -- the effects of Eddie's own business gone afoul. The loose ends of his endeavors began to tangle with each other, threatening to weave into some unintended puzzle, some riddled and problematic hydra. Katurian and Norman. Karla.
Everything boiled back to a matter of control, Eddie knew this. He needed to manipulate matters into his own hands once more, the solution was a logical one. It was an obvious oversight, his own self-assurance calming his vigilance a moment too soon -- toppling Norman Osborn wasn't enough. Eddie had to ensure that the dog stayed down, else Osborn would crawl his way into some modicum of power.
He just needed to unravel more control.
Eddie stole a second under a warm streetlight, catching the time. He reasoned the merit of a nightcap, perhaps enjoy the atmosphere of a few bars. Anything to numb that increasing anxiety down his spine.
When: 2/19-2/20, all night hours to the wee morning.
Where: In the City.
Summary: Need an interrogation? Conversation? A little more action? He's a slippery guy, but sometimes things catch up to him.
Warnings: Unlikely, but that's always apt to change.
Format: Whatever you tag in with I'll match, just name the place and time.
Despite the uneasy thaw, the winter chill still blistered down his neck. Creeping and cold, invasive and clawed. Controlling. It was a sharp mixture, cooled with paranoia and icy frustration -- the effects of Eddie's own business gone afoul. The loose ends of his endeavors began to tangle with each other, threatening to weave into some unintended puzzle, some riddled and problematic hydra. Katurian and Norman. Karla.
Everything boiled back to a matter of control, Eddie knew this. He needed to manipulate matters into his own hands once more, the solution was a logical one. It was an obvious oversight, his own self-assurance calming his vigilance a moment too soon -- toppling Norman Osborn wasn't enough. Eddie had to ensure that the dog stayed down, else Osborn would crawl his way into some modicum of power.
He just needed to unravel more control.
Eddie stole a second under a warm streetlight, catching the time. He reasoned the merit of a nightcap, perhaps enjoy the atmosphere of a few bars. Anything to numb that increasing anxiety down his spine.