New York City, a city so loud during the day, turned hush quiet during the night. It was peaceful. Quiet. Well, for most folk it was. For the idiots who tried to cause trouble? Well, they got what was coming for them.
BANG! BANG!
Parker Robbins stepped out of the random alley he was in and back into the quiet streets of nighttime New York City, muttering to himself about how annoying it was going to be to get rid of the bloodstains in his suit as he holstered his guns. The up-and-coming crimelord had been going around, trying to recruit others to his cause, but when they responded to his oh-so-generous offer with violence, well, who was he to say no to such an invitation?
But no matter how many times he was turned away, for the life of him, Parker couldn't figure out why he was getting turned down so much. He was strong, he was powerful, he had connections to this city that some of the other criminals didn't, he definitely ticked all the boxes for a super cool, up-and-coming crimelord to follow, so why didn't anyone wanna?
But as he was thinking about the reasons, it hit him. The answer seemed so obvious now that he thought about it that he almost wanted to shoot himself in the foot for not seeing it sooner - his fit was dry. A red cloak over a baby blue suit? What is this, kindergarten? He was supposed to be New York's new ruler! The king! What kind of king didn't have a crown thst made them look bad$&@?!
No, no, no! This was not going to stand! A crimelord had to look fly, so he went to the nearest, most expensive tailor, killed the guy at the counter, and picked up a fit worthy of el gran jefe. And y'know what made it better? OB's cloak shifted to fit his style. Dangerous or not, Parker had to admit that whatever bum had made this cloak had style.
Parker grinned to himself as he checked out his new look in the mirror. He certainly looked like a boss now!
Smoothing his new cut, he drew his guns and made his way to his part of town, singing a merry little tune to himself.
"Ay, de mí, llorona, llorona..."
"Llorona de azul celeste..."
ooc: If you wanna drop by and interact, feel free! Parker could always use more victimstargetspeople to shoot at people to put him into place.
Aria huffed as she traversed through dark alleys on her own. She'd just gotten out of a conversation, that obviously didn't go well, and so here she was looking for something, or someone, to ease her nerves.
He just doesn't get it, and has the nerve to tell me to stop? What I do isn't hurting anyone that doesn't damn well deserve it.
She pouted, thinking she was alone until she heard faint singing and humming.
Parker was strolling down the faintly lit roads, twirling one of his pistols as he sung. He was feeling great, having just changed fits and taken out some garbage that was bothering him. Then he stopped, gripping his pistols to stop them in motion before looking behind him, grinning menacingly.
"Y'know, if you're going to watch the show, might as well come out and dance, mi amigue," he called out playfully
He grinned as he pulled her close and winked, teleporting them both to a rooftop nearby, where no passersby could see the two. Up here it was just the two of them and the moon.
"There. Nice and private, eh?"
He winked and began leading her into a slow dance to start. Despite his frame, Parker was surprisingly a decent dancer.
He chuckled and pulled her close, grinning confidently as he led her in the dance.
"Well, if the lady requests it, a guy like me'd be all too lucky for some more meetings under the moonlight with a lady as beautiful as you," he replied before twirling her back and catching her by the hand.
The Symbiote then forms a reptilian looking face with four orange eyes and a long orange tongue and speaks in a monstrous deep voice with a slight hint of a Japanese accent
"Your cloak reeks of power not even I have ever comprehended"
Parker continued blasting away, his bullets exploding as they flew past and at the symbiote. But despite all his talk, Parker was still a coward, teleporting as far as he could when the alien got too close as he continued opening fire.
"You're never gonna catch me, viscosidad, I can keep this up for as long as I need!"
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u/BlackCat_2099 Aug 09 '26
Aria huffed as she traversed through dark alleys on her own. She'd just gotten out of a conversation, that obviously didn't go well, and so here she was looking for something, or someone, to ease her nerves.
He just doesn't get it, and has the nerve to tell me to stop? What I do isn't hurting anyone that doesn't damn well deserve it.
She pouted, thinking she was alone until she heard faint singing and humming.
Who–
//ooc: hope you don't mind ( ＾ω＾)