Summary:Mary Jane attracts the wrong kind of attention from a fan. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Shooting wrapped close to 1am; for at least thirty minutes of that was spent in the little dressing rooms that were on that particular set. The deal was, Looker was to be shot in New York for most of their daily scenes, with scenes that ran in the early morning, sets made in warehouses off the beaten path, then a flight out of the country to Vancouver or Italy, the permits haven't come in due to the slacking of the assistant. Either way, clothes were changed and showers were had. Finally, MJ emerged from her room, worn out and tired, bag slung upon her shoulder and her hair still wet from the shower. "Ready to go, Flash?" She says wearily, then heaving a sigh due to not wanting to wait for an answer. "I sooo want to go to bed."
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Flash hasn't been up this late in a long time. Practices are early mornings, generally, so he's typically in bed about three hours ago, at least. Thankfully, there was coffee, which managed to keep him perked up enough to make it until this ungodly hour of night. There was a time he'd be pulling all-nighters and not bat an eye, and it's not like he got -old- or anything, but it's still a bit of a shock to his system. As such, he's a bit wired, having pushed through the tired to get here. He had spent most of the evening since his arrival watching the scenes as they were shot, and staying out of the way, though he was able to make himself useful moving things around as needed, grabbing coffee for the star of the show, that kind of thing. He's leaning against the wall just outside the door to MJ's room, looking at something on his phone when she opens the door, but he quickly pockets it and leans up again. "I'm all set," he says, offering the young lady his arm in preparation for their departure. "My bed. She misses me."
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The arm was thankfully taken, MJ yawns widely as she begins to lead him out of the area into the path that most of them take. Their shared flat wasn't too far from where they were shooting, so no cars necessary, but the nightly wind that blows through on such a day like today was a welcome wake-me-up during their stroll. "This is so much different than television, or just having a small role." She blearly says. "All the hours, the makeup, the changes, the shouting, the putting more into it.." She sighs sadly. "Are you sure you want to direct? He -was- interested in you and asked to be introduced." She lays her head against Flash's shoulder, nearly wanting to ask for him to carry her home. God she was beat.
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"I'm not afraid hard work, Emjay. And neither are you. It's how we got to where we are, right? That and talent." Flash might have changed a lot in the last few years, but one thing he didn't develop was a whole lot of modesty. He walks arm in arm with the young woman, happily letting her lean on him. If she wants to be carried, she need only ask; as tired as he is, MJ is tiny and he's easily strong enough to pick her up and haul her back to their apartment. "You'll feel better after a good night's sleep. I don't have practice tomorrow, so I'll go to set with you again. Maybe talk to that director, see what he had in mind."
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"Ooh, I can't impose that on you Flash. Eddie will be there tomorrow. Unless you two want to hang out around set.." All the while they walk, footsteps were at least a block behind. Seeing how cozy MJ was with Flash, they only seem to get angrier and angrier. Suddenly, the rather large man takes off at a run, aiming for the back of Flash which would put MJ in the crossfire! "Get your hands Offa her!". He screams, aiming for a powerful body check that could possibly send MJ, and Flash flying!
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"You wouldn't be trying to interfere with my burgeoning film career, would you Miss Watson? You'll be hearing from my lawyer," Flash jokes. The footfalls behind them weren't noticed by Flash until it was too late, and only then when they were accompanied by the shout. He turns just too late, tries to move himself to take the brunt of the body check, and is knocked off balance by it, stumbling to the ground. He looks up to see where MJ landed, and where their attacker got to. First priority is keeping MJ safe what this lunatic fan. "Leave her alone, asshole! Come on, hit me again, I dare you!" Draw the attention, maybe give MJ a chance to make a run for it.
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The hit was hard, even if it was shielded by Flash's body. As he falls, she falls head first, knocking her head against the bottom of the mailbox with a loud THUNG, stunned and dazed, hand and arm hurting due to bracing herself from the fall. She could tell immediately nothing was broken, she didn't feel a snatch.. but goddamn her arm was burning! "FL..flash.." MJ squeaks out, and as the attacker hears her, he immediately goes into protective mode. "Mary Jane! I'm so sorry!" The attacker says. "That guy had his hands on you and NO ONE touches my girl!" For someone to be worried about her, he had his face covered still. The stocky man wore nothing but black, a bandanna around his face, baseball cap shifted to the back and gloves. It was an omnious look. As he quickly tries to approach MJ, grabbing her arm, she lets out a squeal in pain and tries to fight him away. "LET ME HE.." But then he was goaded. Goaded by Flash, in which the man turns to him after shoving MJ back to the ground. "Stay there MJ, I got this.." He says confidently, slowly walking towards Flash. "You think you can protect her like I can? Mister Star Football player?! You're nothing but a piece of shit!" The man rears up, drawing his foot back to try to kick Flash while he was down!
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Okay, so psycho fan boy really is Psycho Fan Boy. Flash is barely up when he's kicked again. This time he's a little more ready for it, and manages to block the kick from hitting anything too sensitive, but there's gonna be bruises tomorrow. Even so, Flash manages to get to his feet and return a blow of his own, aiming to punch the asshole hard in the ribs. He doesn't want to kill the guy. Well, maybe on some level he does, but just showing him that you don't mess with Flash Thompson, or Emjay, will suffice. "Jesus Christ kid, you read a John Hinkley biography or something recently? That didn't end well for him, man." It sinks in that MJ is hurt, which just makes Flash angrier. "You better get the fuck out of here, before I fucking kill you," he seethes. Say what you will about Flash at any age, but hurting someone he cares about has always been a surefire way to turn his self-loathing bullying nature into outright rage; he'd have been expelled for fighting more than once if it weren't for his importance to the team back in high school. He'll move to try to stand between Psycho Fan Boy and MJ, hoping that if nothing else at least he can keep her from getting hurt again.
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MJ wasn't dumb enough to stay still. She was already slowly crawling away, her hands shuffling to her pocket as she reaches the corner of the building, disappearing into the partial alleyway. Her head was hurting, and she was close to the point of throwing up. She could -barely- see the phone as she tries to dial 911. Her hands were bloody, and shaking. But the man wouldn't let up. That solid punch to the ribs knocks the wind out of him, and he tries to return one to his side in kind. They were nearly evenly matched, especially if the Fan Boy wasn't constantly sitting at the computer and stalking MJ and Flash. "Fuck you guy!" He screams out, bum-rushing him, hands upon Flash's collar! He was directing him towards the car, hoping to pin him against it so he could lay a few body shots of his own.
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Regular crazies were bad enough, but add the possibility of superhuman crazies? Because in Flash's mind, he'd have to be to match shots with him. Of course, Flash is just a guy, so it's not unreasonable that some other regular guy could be just as strong or fast. He takes the returning blows with a wince, but can't hold the fan back from pushing him down against the car. "Emjay, get out of here," Flash calls over to her. He's doing his part keeping him distracted, now it's her turn to get to safety!
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The call to MJ only riles the fan boy up! So much so that he draws his foot back to give Flash one hell of a kick against the leg. It was a minor frenzy, he was aiming for the face, chest, stomach, ribs and side, he didn't care. "SHES MINE!" Yes, dude has problems. Very big problems. So does MJ! "Hello? Help! I.. we're being attacked! He's hurting my friend!" MJ sobs into the phone, slowly pressing her hurt hand against the ground to peer around the corner. She shrieks as she sees the man attacking Flash so furiously, then back to the phone again. "Please help! He's killing him!" The phone was dropped as she tries to crawl out of her space. Flash told her to run, but she couldn't! She could barely put one knee in front of the other, that's how afraid she was!
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Flash is tough, but even he can only take so much. He's giving it back as best he can, and adrenaline is a great motivator, but he's still only human. Between blows he grunts out, "She's. Not. Yours," to the man. He's bruised and bleeding in a couple places, but not willing to give up. He grabs the man by his own collar, and with every ounce of his strength, pulls him forward and drives his own head forward in time, aiming to bash his thick skull against the attacker's face. It'll hurt like hell, but hopefully put this asshole down for the count.
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The man was only human, hopped up on adrenaline and jealousy and possession. The blows that were equally returned made him falter enough to be grabbed by the collar and knocked out with a well placed headbutt that broke his nose. He crumples to the ground in a daze, unable to keep conscious any longer. The blow shook and rattled him to the core. MJ was still worse for wear, she didn't know whether to crawl forward or back. She was frozen in fright, hyperventilating and crying, then tucking herself back into a corner to crawl into a little ball to make herself small. "Flash!" She cries out, keeping her head buried which was killing her. The siren's in the distance didn't help any better, the far away noises sounded so close and too loud for her to even concentrate on what was going on.
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Flash shouts as his head connects with the man's face, and pushes him backward off himself, not really caring about how the asshole lands. He takes a moment to be sure that the jerk isn't get up again, and limps forward to where MJ is cowering. It'll take him a moment or two to get there, but when he does he kneels down, and puts an arm around her, pulling her close again. "You're okay, Emjay," he says softly, trying to sound reassuring. In actual fact, he doesn't know how injured she is. Or how injured he is. His leg really hurts. It might actually be broken, from that kick, and he's just covering the pain with adrenaline. Probably some bruised ribs, a developing black eye, and a concussion from the head-butt. All in all, his team doctors are going to murder him. "You did good, Emjay.. I'm sorry I couldn't stop him fast enough.." Where the hell is Spider-Man when you really need him?
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