I don't own anything Spiderman. All outside characters used in this fiction are mine...MINE... O.O
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Kenzie woke up with a splitting headache that reached from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She tried to open her eyes, but every time she did, some blinding light just made her slam them shut again.
"No...more...alcohol..." she said bitterly as she turned her aching head face-first into the worn pillow. Last night just happened to be her twenty-first birthday, and she did what any other college student would do.
She got fucking shitfaced.
Kenzie couldn't remember how many drinks she had before her vision went black, and frankly, she didn't care. All she cared about right now was silence, and darkness; the only two things keeping her brain from splitting open like a damned walnut.
Sadly, her phone wasn't at all sympathetic, and it rang loud and clear through her ears as greeting to this wonderful morning full of-
"Work...dammit..." she groped her nightstand, eyes still closed, until she felt the infernal cellular device and snatched it up. Barely opening one eye, she peeked at the number. "Jameson, you sick, twisted bastard, you..." she muttered. She knew he would yell at her, his voice muffled by the cigar that he would surely have in his big mouth. Gritting her teeth, she pressed the little green key and waited for the booming calls of war against hippies in the town square or greedy politicians not responding properly to his questions.
"Marks! Where the hell are you? We got a story, here!" Kenzie kept the phone at a distance as he continued his rant about some event somewhere sometime last night. She wasn't paying attention, really, until he said the name Spiderman.
She blinked when he finished.
"Wait, Jonah, Spiderman is Parker's job, not mine. I handle the science crap." she said, confused. His exasperated sigh of utter annoyance followed her statement.
"Parker is out sick for the day! Some crap about a cold or something!" he said. "Anyway, get down here to the bugle so we can do a run-over on this story in person. I wanna make sure you're listening when I'm talking to you!" he hung up. Kenzie stared as the phone showed on it's screen 'call ended'.
"Peter Parker, I am going to kill the crap out of you, so help me God..." she said. Her headache became worse at the thought of his name and she groaned in aggravation. Why did the only Spidey photographer in New York have to be sick when Spidey is crawling around and doing spider stuff. Kenzie shivered; she hated spiders, and the thought of a humanoid one just creeped her out to the extreme.
For about five seconds, she lay still, enjoying every last moment she was spending in her comfy bed. After that, she got up and looked painfully around for her dresser.
"Should probably shower first..." she muttered, and smiled at the thought of warm water hitting her pained skull. It would be great.
Ten minutes later, she was drying her long, ash-colored hair with her blow dryer. Even blow-dried, her hair still curled into long ringlets. She was doomed to look like an emo Shirly Temple for her entire miserable life. She leaned over and checked her face for anything weird. Only some slightly dark circles shadowed under her bright green eyes, and the usual light freckles dusted over her cheeks.
After applying some makeup, black eyeshadow and red lipstick, she walked naked into her room to change into clean clothing. A few moments of rummaging through her dresser, and she pulled out a black tank-top and some tattered grey skinny jeans.
"Perfect." she smiled to herself. She was only a photographer. All the stupid business attire crap was for the office people, which she was more than happy to not be a part of. She laughed inwardly as she remembered what Eddie Brock liked to say about office people; 'Turtles too obsessed with their shells of an office to get out and enjoy life'. "Maybe I'll go visit him at the lab today..." she said. He hadn't talked to her at all yesterday or last night to wish her happy birthday, at least she didn't remember talking to him. Hmm...
"He's been 'off' lately..." she said, and frowned, remembering how distant he had been for the past few weeks. Peter was distant, to, a little while before Eddie was. "Maybe it's that cold that Jonah was talking about..." she muttered when she was finished dressing. She grabbed her phone and looked at her contacts with half a mind to call Eddie and ask if he was sick. She then looked at the clock. 7:30 a.m..
Yeah, she would call him later.
Grabbing a jacket and placing her phone in one of its pockets, Kenzie left for work, headache still intact. She would listen to Jonah yell and gripe about some thing Spiderman was involved with, and then she would have to go out and get some pictures of the supposed wreckage he supposedly caused and didn't help at all with.
Lovely.
"I have a feeling today will be interesting..."
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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but it's just to introduce the character. Next ones will be longer, I promise. :D Review please. I like comments and opinions on my work.