((I mean heads up kiddos there's gonna be Far From Home spoilers up in here))
ARRIVAL Hey there, Demons. It's me. Ya boi.
[So, fun story. One minute Peter was perched up on a light pole or something, right? He doesn't remember what he was perched on, but he does remember yelling "WHAT THE FU-" at the news very loudly, because, y'know. Reasons. And the next minute? Peter's laying in a strange bed in a creepy room, staring at the ceiling in utter disbelief. Oh, and also a big flood of horrible memories from the last time he woke up in a weird place come-a... y'know, flooding in, and that's... horrible? He'll unpack that one later, just as soon as his head stops throbbing.
After taking a few minutes to sort of assess his situation, he's decided that this totally isn't real. He isn't sure how, but obviously this is just another one of "Mysterio's" illusions. Somehow. Maybe? He ends up flipping everything in the room over trying to find some signs of... of like, drones? Or something? But nope, just a bed and some furniture. He's got nothing, man. He's got nothing and this is starting to feel less and less like a holographic illusion situation and more like another one of those "welcome to Bullshitland" situations. He is not a fan.
Remembering his time in the last fun shithole he was stuck is probably the only thing keeping him from straight up panicking. But just like barely, though. For a moment he wonders if he's somehow been transported back there, which honestly pisses him off more than anything. This cut on his hand and this mysterious blood-note that he finally snatches up to read aren't really helping him be less pissed, but when he realizes that this "blood-note" is actually a "blood-list of all of his horrible sins including that one really really bad one oh God", he kind of chills out a bit. Not really so much in a calming down sort of way as it is a frozen in horror oh God what have I done probably in shock sort of way. On the plus side, at least he's stopped tossing the furniture around?
It maybe takes a while, but after successfully staving off a straight up panic attack, Peter shoves his list into his pocket, tosses the crap he finds in the room into his new duffel bag, rolls his eyes at the dinosaur phone this place has apparently provided him, and makes his way down to the lobby to harass the bored front desk demon.
Which is. Where our journey actually begins, I guess. ]
So. Hell, huh? That's-- that's a thing. That sure is... cool. Um. Super cool. So uh, how do I leave? You guys got some kinda demon subway I can hop on? Any Uber of the Damned apps I can download?
[The desk demon replies by. Not replying. Just kind of staring at Peter in a way that more or less translates into "please god why is this little weirdo talking at me so much whyyyy". Peter doesn't really find this surprising at all. He just sighs, kind of nods and hoists the strap of the duffel bag up a little higher on his shoulder.]
...Not big on chatting, huh. That's, y'know, that's fine. Just uh, toss me a key and I'll get out of your hair, I guess? Thanks, man.
[Once he has acquired said key, he perhaps too calmly pockets it and turns to make his way to his new room, where he will most certainly freak the fuck out and have an absolute panic over a lot of things. Naturally, this is where the classic "distracted dude blindly stumbles into another person" hook comes into play, but this one's special.
Well, okay, it isn't. But he does look like he's about two seconds from upchucking all over the floor if that makes it more uh. Fffffun?]
Reach Up High: Prompt I
[Okay, so, trying to force the door open isn't working, trying to kick it down has proven to be equally useless and has only resulted in a sore ankle for this doofus. Sooo, guess now there's just a couple of weirdos stuck in a creepy torture room with some knives. This isn't really how Peter had planned to spend his day, but then he hadn't really planned on ending up in Hell in the first place. But hey, sometimes you just gotta learn to roll with the bullshit that life throws at you, y'know? It's just that the bullshit this time is a little more fucked up than Peter's used to dealing with, but the instructions were pretty simple, at least. Carve some words into each other and you can leave the room! Not super hard, right?
Except that the idea of hurting another person on purpose is kind of horrible, and Peter doesn't seem too jazzed about having to do so. He doesn't seem too jazzed about sharing his entire list of sins either, so he's snatched his up, and is now awkwardly fiddling with one of the knives while he glances between his list and the other person in the room. ]
...I mean, I don't really wanna do this? But I'm also not too eager to find out what this uh, "encouragement" is gonna be, sooo... I mean, up to you? I can take being cut up a little, but uh...
[But awkward shrugging time, he's not so sure he can bring himself to carve into someone else? Maybe if they're a total douche. We'll see.]
Wildcard
(Y'know, where shit gets wild. Toss me whatever and I'll roll with it, PM this account if you wanna idk ask a thing or plan a shit. Character is under 18 just FYI. Go bananas my dudes.)
Peter Parker | MCU + crau | OTA
ARRIVAL Hey there, Demons. It's me. Ya boi.
[So, fun story. One minute Peter was perched up on a light pole or something, right? He doesn't remember what he was perched on, but he does remember yelling "WHAT THE FU-" at the news very loudly, because, y'know. Reasons. And the next minute? Peter's laying in a strange bed in a creepy room, staring at the ceiling in utter disbelief. Oh, and also a big flood of horrible memories from the last time he woke up in a weird place come-a... y'know, flooding in, and that's... horrible? He'll unpack that one later, just as soon as his head stops throbbing.
After taking a few minutes to sort of assess his situation, he's decided that this totally isn't real. He isn't sure how, but obviously this is just another one of "Mysterio's" illusions. Somehow. Maybe? He ends up flipping everything in the room over trying to find some signs of... of like, drones? Or something? But nope, just a bed and some furniture. He's got nothing, man. He's got nothing and this is starting to feel less and less like a holographic illusion situation and more like another one of those "welcome to Bullshitland" situations. He is not a fan.
Remembering his time in the last fun shithole he was stuck is probably the only thing keeping him from straight up panicking. But just like barely, though. For a moment he wonders if he's somehow been transported back there, which honestly pisses him off more than anything. This cut on his hand and this mysterious blood-note that he finally snatches up to read aren't really helping him be less pissed, but when he realizes that this "blood-note" is actually a "blood-list of all of his horrible sins including that one really really bad one oh God", he kind of chills out a bit. Not really so much in a calming down sort of way as it is a frozen in horror oh God what have I done probably in shock sort of way. On the plus side, at least he's stopped tossing the furniture around?
It maybe takes a while, but after successfully staving off a straight up panic attack, Peter shoves his list into his pocket, tosses the crap he finds in the room into his new duffel bag, rolls his eyes at the dinosaur phone this place has apparently provided him, and makes his way down to the lobby to harass the bored front desk demon.
Which is. Where our journey actually begins, I guess. ]
So. Hell, huh? That's-- that's a thing. That sure is... cool. Um. Super cool. So uh, how do I leave? You guys got some kinda demon subway I can hop on? Any Uber of the Damned apps I can download?
[The desk demon replies by. Not replying. Just kind of staring at Peter in a way that more or less translates into "please god why is this little weirdo talking at me so much whyyyy". Peter doesn't really find this surprising at all. He just sighs, kind of nods and hoists the strap of the duffel bag up a little higher on his shoulder.]
...Not big on chatting, huh. That's, y'know, that's fine. Just uh, toss me a key and I'll get out of your hair, I guess? Thanks, man.
[Once he has acquired said key, he perhaps too calmly pockets it and turns to make his way to his new room, where he will most certainly freak the fuck out and have an absolute panic over a lot of things. Naturally, this is where the classic "distracted dude blindly stumbles into another person" hook comes into play, but this one's special.
Well, okay, it isn't. But he does look like he's about two seconds from upchucking all over the floor if that makes it more uh. Fffffun?]
Reach Up High: Prompt I
[Okay, so, trying to force the door open isn't working, trying to kick it down has proven to be equally useless and has only resulted in a sore ankle for this doofus. Sooo, guess now there's just a couple of weirdos stuck in a creepy torture room with some knives. This isn't really how Peter had planned to spend his day, but then he hadn't really planned on ending up in Hell in the first place. But hey, sometimes you just gotta learn to roll with the bullshit that life throws at you, y'know? It's just that the bullshit this time is a little more fucked up than Peter's used to dealing with, but the instructions were pretty simple, at least. Carve some words into each other and you can leave the room! Not super hard, right?
Except that the idea of hurting another person on purpose is kind of horrible, and Peter doesn't seem too jazzed about having to do so. He doesn't seem too jazzed about sharing his entire list of sins either, so he's snatched his up, and is now awkwardly fiddling with one of the knives while he glances between his list and the other person in the room. ]
...I mean, I don't really wanna do this? But I'm also not too eager to find out what this uh, "encouragement" is gonna be, sooo... I mean, up to you? I can take being cut up a little, but uh...
[But awkward shrugging time, he's not so sure he can bring himself to carve into someone else? Maybe if they're a total douche. We'll see.]
Wildcard
(Y'know, where shit gets wild. Toss me whatever and I'll roll with it, PM this account if you wanna idk ask a thing or plan a shit. Character is under 18 just FYI. Go bananas my dudes.)