Elliot Alderson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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you can get one of those dog watchers to come to your place. i'm just trying to save your pillows from being covered in shit all the time.
i know we both know what happens, but it's the principal of it. we can't watch only 1 and 3. all or nothing.
i know we both know what happens, but it's the principal of it. we can't watch only 1 and 3. all or nothing.
just hide all your stuff, i've heard some of those kids are little shits and will go trying to steal from you the moment you leave. a girl in my ballet class said they almost stole her dog
[That'd be pretty ironic, though, wouldn't it?]
i've already got my mind ready for it, i can't turn back now.
[That'd be pretty ironic, though, wouldn't it?]
i've already got my mind ready for it, i can't turn back now.
Never mind... I can take care of her by myself.
[Obviously, he was doing such a good job by himself.]
Download it.
[Obviously, he was doing such a good job by himself.]
Download it.
yeah, it looks like you're doing that really well. i guess if you like shit on your pillows, that's on you.
[Different strokes for different folks.]
It's not the same, we'd have to move the couch in front of your monitors and i really doubt you're going to want to do that.
[Different strokes for different folks.]
It's not the same, we'd have to move the couch in front of your monitors and i really doubt you're going to want to do that.
[Okay. He didn't really want to talk about Flipper and her bathroom habits anymore. The conversation was weird.]
I'll keep looking. You're sure we can't skip it?
I'll keep looking. You're sure we can't skip it?
The world is spinning. Round and round. Sometimes, I wonder how my feet stay on the ground, how it all doesn't tip over. Sometimes, the world does tip over. But right now, it's spinning normally, the way it's supposed to.
I'm trying to be normal. But everyone's talking, saying nothing. It's a droning buzz, buzz, buzz in my head.
There has to be more than empty people with empty words. I first saw videos of the Spider-Man online. Then he started getting on the news. It didn't take me very long before I was able to find enough information, Spider-Man's identity.
Peter Parker.
I can't decide if he wants to save the world or if he's overcompensating for the guilt he feels.
I don't feel much different from him.
"Peter," Elliot called, standing a few feet from Peter Parker, Spider-Man. It hadn't been hard to track which coffee shop he frequented and what times.
I'm trying to be normal. But everyone's talking, saying nothing. It's a droning buzz, buzz, buzz in my head.
There has to be more than empty people with empty words. I first saw videos of the Spider-Man online. Then he started getting on the news. It didn't take me very long before I was able to find enough information, Spider-Man's identity.
Peter Parker.
I can't decide if he wants to save the world or if he's overcompensating for the guilt he feels.
I don't feel much different from him.
"Peter," Elliot called, standing a few feet from Peter Parker, Spider-Man. It hadn't been hard to track which coffee shop he frequented and what times.
if we're going to skip any of them, it's gonna be the last one.
it's a little depressing that the idea of movie rental stores went out back in the early 2000's, one would be really fucking helpful now.
what about that guy who sells the $2 dvd's in the bus station?
[She has faith in your abilities, Elliot.]
it's a little depressing that the idea of movie rental stores went out back in the early 2000's, one would be really fucking helpful now.
what about that guy who sells the $2 dvd's in the bus station?
[She has faith in your abilities, Elliot.]
Peter hadn't wanted anything more than to get coffee and work on editing a few shots that he needed to turn into Mr. Jameson. He'd promised him newer, and better pictures of Spider-Man and the typically angry man was expecting him to deliver. Luckily, for Peter, he didn't have to put too much work into actually getting the shots -- a couple of well placed cameras in some of his favorite spots in the city, and snap! he had exclusive shots of the webcrawler himself. And all without anyone ever suspecting that the guy behind the red and blue suit was the same as the guy who was snapping the pictures. Peter constantly used the excuse that he was 'in the right place at the right time' and had a few 'high quality long distance lenses' that he often used.
His boss didn't know the finer mechanics of photography, nor did he care when he had better shots of Spider-Man than any other photographer in the city could have provided him with. Hell, Peter could have probably been risking his life to get them and J. Jonah Jameson wouldn't have cared in the least. He was a man who only cared about the end result; the amount of copies that he would ultimately sell and how much money that would put into his pocket.
Which ultimately added up to how much money Peter got into his pocket. It was win/win for everyone. Sorta.
Peter looked up at the sound of his name, a curious expression on his face as he turned his head in search of someone he might have known calling for him. He didn't immediately recognize the voice, but he was in a little bit of a daze looking at the small screen of his laptop and could have very well distorted it inside of his mind. But, when his eyes met Elliot's, the curious expression dropped to confused. Maybe he was some intern from the Bugle sent to come and find him for something, or maybe there happened to be another guy named Peter sitting right behind him (highly unlikely, because in all of his life he hadn't ever met another person named Peter.)
"Uh... Me?" He gave another quick glance around, as though someone else named Peter would have it stamped across their forehead and he could just pass this hooded guy off onto them.
His boss didn't know the finer mechanics of photography, nor did he care when he had better shots of Spider-Man than any other photographer in the city could have provided him with. Hell, Peter could have probably been risking his life to get them and J. Jonah Jameson wouldn't have cared in the least. He was a man who only cared about the end result; the amount of copies that he would ultimately sell and how much money that would put into his pocket.
Which ultimately added up to how much money Peter got into his pocket. It was win/win for everyone. Sorta.
Peter looked up at the sound of his name, a curious expression on his face as he turned his head in search of someone he might have known calling for him. He didn't immediately recognize the voice, but he was in a little bit of a daze looking at the small screen of his laptop and could have very well distorted it inside of his mind. But, when his eyes met Elliot's, the curious expression dropped to confused. Maybe he was some intern from the Bugle sent to come and find him for something, or maybe there happened to be another guy named Peter sitting right behind him (highly unlikely, because in all of his life he hadn't ever met another person named Peter.)
"Uh... Me?" He gave another quick glance around, as though someone else named Peter would have it stamped across their forehead and he could just pass this hooded guy off onto them.
see. i told you that you would.
i had faith in you the entire time.
i had faith in you the entire time.
Yeah. Of course you did.
Did you already get food?
Did you already get food?
if anyone ever has faith in you, it's always going to be me.
yeah, i have those street tacos still. should i get something else?
have you eaten yet today?
yeah, i have those street tacos still. should i get something else?
have you eaten yet today?
Edited 2016-08-11 21:28 (UTC)
I know.
Oh right. The tacos of Future Regret.
No.
Oh right. The tacos of Future Regret.
No.
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good name. i think the guy should rename his stand to that. carlos' tacos doesn't have as nice of a ring to it.
no you didn't eat? or no you don't want me to get something else?
good name. i think the guy should rename his stand to that. carlos' tacos doesn't have as nice of a ring to it.
no you didn't eat? or no you don't want me to get something else?
...
[Judging the emoticons. What do they even mean?]
Sure.
[He hadn't ate but sometimes he liked to look like he might be a functioning human.]
[Judging the emoticons. What do they even mean?]
Sure.
[He hadn't ate but sometimes he liked to look like he might be a functioning human.]
[That's how the young folks express their love and affection for one another in this new fangled age of technology. Duh.]
stop doing that thing where you are super avoidant to questions that you don't want to answer.
i'm gonna order pizza, you're gonna eat at least 3 slices of it and the tacos
stop doing that thing where you are super avoidant to questions that you don't want to answer.
i'm gonna order pizza, you're gonna eat at least 3 slices of it and the tacos
I don't know what you're talking about.
You really want to make Regret happen...
You really want to make Regret happen...
please. you know exactly what i'm talking about. you're doing it again.
i live on the wild side, join me.
i live on the wild side, join me.
I have no idea what you're talking. Really.
You are the wild side.
You are the wild side.
Okay. It's definitely him but now I'm not sure what to say. Should I just start with the truth?
There's a saying that 'honesty is the best policy' but I don't think that applies here.
"Hey," Elliot said, as if this were a completely normal situation. He sat down at the table across from Peter, pulling down his hood as he did. His hands rested on the flat surface as he stared at Peter as if he were trying to unravel some hidden code.
Say something. I need to say something else.
"I'm Elliot. I know you're Spider-man. I wanted to meet you."
Should I have said that much? Is he going to freak out right here in the middle of a coffee shop? I hope not. That wouldn't be good for him or me.
There's a saying that 'honesty is the best policy' but I don't think that applies here.
"Hey," Elliot said, as if this were a completely normal situation. He sat down at the table across from Peter, pulling down his hood as he did. His hands rested on the flat surface as he stared at Peter as if he were trying to unravel some hidden code.
Say something. I need to say something else.
"I'm Elliot. I know you're Spider-man. I wanted to meet you."
Should I have said that much? Is he going to freak out right here in the middle of a coffee shop? I hope not. That wouldn't be good for him or me.
Peter had two options:
1. He could get up and make a run for it. Which definitely wouldn't have at all seemed suspicious, or completely given away the fact that he was indeed Spider-Man. If this guy was smart enough to figure it out, then Peter's sudden escape might as well have been a neon sign that said 'Yes, I am, in fact, Spider-Man!'
2. He could deny the entire thing. He couldn't have been the only person in the entire city named Peter, right? It was New York, there had to be a Peter on every corner, he could pretend that this guy was just horribly mistaken.
"Nah, man, I think you've got it mixed up. I just take pictures of the guy." He shook his head, trying to remain as calm and inconspicuous as was possible -- after all, he'd made his boss believe that he was just really lucky when it came to getting good shots of Spider-Man, so why couldn't he convince Elliot too?
J. Jonah Jameson was an idiot, but Peter liked to think that he was just very convincing in his arguments.
"Met the guy a few times, but hasn't everybody in this city? He's a pretty personable superhero." Peter shrugged his shoulders, sipping from his coffee and briefly returning his attention to the photos that he'd been scrolling through on his laptop.
1. He could get up and make a run for it. Which definitely wouldn't have at all seemed suspicious, or completely given away the fact that he was indeed Spider-Man. If this guy was smart enough to figure it out, then Peter's sudden escape might as well have been a neon sign that said 'Yes, I am, in fact, Spider-Man!'
2. He could deny the entire thing. He couldn't have been the only person in the entire city named Peter, right? It was New York, there had to be a Peter on every corner, he could pretend that this guy was just horribly mistaken.
"Nah, man, I think you've got it mixed up. I just take pictures of the guy." He shook his head, trying to remain as calm and inconspicuous as was possible -- after all, he'd made his boss believe that he was just really lucky when it came to getting good shots of Spider-Man, so why couldn't he convince Elliot too?
J. Jonah Jameson was an idiot, but Peter liked to think that he was just very convincing in his arguments.
"Met the guy a few times, but hasn't everybody in this city? He's a pretty personable superhero." Peter shrugged his shoulders, sipping from his coffee and briefly returning his attention to the photos that he'd been scrolling through on his laptop.
Of course he denies it. They always do at first.
"I started noticing a pattern with the videos and photos that were being uploaded of Spider-man. It just didn't add up and was too easy. So it made my brain itch and that's when I decided to hack Spider-Man," Elliot's gaze seemed to stay on Peter while he talked though the facial muscles seemed to twitch and give an odd illusion that he wasn't actually looking at Peter the whole time.
His knee was bouncing under the table. He really hoped Peter didn't run. This was the best way to have this conversation and he'd really hate to have to figure out another way.
"You uploaded pictures and videos of Spider-Man regularly from your home IP address. This wasn't too weird at first given your occupation. You're a photographer. Your boss doesn't seem very good at what he does if he isn't catching on to you yet, by the way. You're smarter than him aren't you? You're probably smarter than a lot of people. So am I."
I should get to the point, I think he's going to try and run.
"But it's kind of strange how all of the high quality material only comes from you and all of your material is high quality. Don't you see how that's suspect? Yeah... so then, I kept digging, your search history, purchase history... You are Spider-Man, Peter Parker."
Elliot paused.
"You're really obsessed with Gwen Stacy."
"I started noticing a pattern with the videos and photos that were being uploaded of Spider-man. It just didn't add up and was too easy. So it made my brain itch and that's when I decided to hack Spider-Man," Elliot's gaze seemed to stay on Peter while he talked though the facial muscles seemed to twitch and give an odd illusion that he wasn't actually looking at Peter the whole time.
His knee was bouncing under the table. He really hoped Peter didn't run. This was the best way to have this conversation and he'd really hate to have to figure out another way.
"You uploaded pictures and videos of Spider-Man regularly from your home IP address. This wasn't too weird at first given your occupation. You're a photographer. Your boss doesn't seem very good at what he does if he isn't catching on to you yet, by the way. You're smarter than him aren't you? You're probably smarter than a lot of people. So am I."
I should get to the point, I think he's going to try and run.
"But it's kind of strange how all of the high quality material only comes from you and all of your material is high quality. Don't you see how that's suspect? Yeah... so then, I kept digging, your search history, purchase history... You are Spider-Man, Peter Parker."
Elliot paused.
"You're really obsessed with Gwen Stacy."
Edited 2016-08-15 09:16 (UTC)
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