C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A LS I L K
"Silk, as in a spider's silk? Please don't call me Spider-Woman..."
C I N D Y M O O N ♦ S T U D E N T ♦ C H I N A T O W N , N E W Y O R K
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"Remember that spider that ate a genetically modified silkworm that went on to bite Peter Parker? Yeah, I got bit by the same one. It is the same but different, I swear..."
So cleared with Hound55, but I will play Cindy Moon without the weird bunker and later, pheromone thing. She'll be starting in roughly the same place as Peter but there will be differences and that will be the fun part of the challenge. How can I make her story different? To start with, Cindy has a stable upbringing. She lives with her biological parents, Albert and Nari Moon. She has a younger brother, Albert Jr. The goal is that she lacks the initial push that Peter has to be selfless because she has more to lose.
And in true Spider-Man trauma fashion, she will lose.
There will be a catalyst to make her realize that she could have prevented a tragedy. That, indeed, with great power comes great responsibility is worth living by. Peter should be happy, he won't have to go long looking after New York City all alone!
Cindy threw her head down. The dull thud of her forehead's impact was louder than she had intended, but her opened AP Chemistry book was not one to offer much cushion. "Ow." She muttered with a monotone sarcasm. Her head was in pain but not from smashing her forehead into her book, but the four hours of consecutive study she's been on. Maybe she had another hour, but she could feel her mind rotting away where practice problems seem to take five minutes for the first attempt, ten minutes to figure out what she did wrong. At this rate her hour would be stretched out to two or three.
She needed a break.
Scrapping her head off of her book, she leaned back into her chair and tossed her pencil aside. She didn't care where it went, only that it vanished from her sight. Turning to glance at the clock above her desk, it was a quarter past ten. Her parents were probably asleep or just about to drift off. Her mother had been relentless following her recovery from last week's illness. A bite to the ankle as she watched them take Peter Parker away on stretcher. The rest of the class left immediately after, but Cindy hardly remembered a thing, drifting in and out of a feverish sleep. She went home sick as soon as she could but that evening, she was fine. Well mostly fine because in her mother's mind, missing school was a sickness all on its own. As if the half day she missed would result in precious knowledge lost.
Whatever.
Her mother would normally play sentry, trapping Cindy in her room until it became too late to do anything. Thankfully, this was New York City. She cocked a scheming grin as she slipped quietly up to her feet and checked her door. It was locked. Tiptoeing back over to the closet, she grabbed a pair of sicks and her trainers. She spared a glance over to the balled up silk she still had in there. She’d have to find a way to get rid of that at some point before her mother found it. Doubt, she’d take the explanation of ‘Oh, I just produce silk from my fingers ever since I got sick last week.’. She still wasn’t sure how she did it, only that if she messed with her fingers too much she’d produce silk. Another day’s problem, for sure, because she just wanted to breathe that Friday night air.
Cindy grew excited as she fitted into her shoes and grabbed whatever allowance she had, stuffing it into her pocket before heading to her window. She opened it letting the sounds of New York’s nightlife flood in, the smells both rank and savory of the chinatown restaurants out on the street.. All inviting her out.
Leaning out, she glanced down at the four story drop that separated her from the alley below. Cindy bit her lip and tried to muster up the courage again. This was still rather new, but to the eldest child of a strict household, this was a godsend.
Turning around, she climbed slowly out of her window, her shoes sliding and failing to grip the masoned brick, dropping to instead hang from her hands that gripped the windowsill. Before that bite, she couldn’t even do double digits worth of push-ups but now, she casually hung with one arm as the other reached down and planted its five fingers into the brick. Her other hand released and she hung there by the mere five fingers as she lowered her other hand.
Down she climbed, making quick work of the four story climb. Cindy pushed off the wall for the last ten feet and landed gently on her feet, turning to glance up at the brickface she just effortlessly scaled.
A face was in the window next to hers. Her brother. Albert hastened to open the window causing Cindy to sigh as she threw her head back. She knew what he was going to ask.
“Can I come with?” Albert hollered causing Cindy to duck her head and wave her hands.
“Shut up! Do you want to get me in trouble?” She hastened in response, trying to keep her volume loud enough to call back.
“Oh, sorry.” He lowered his voice and climbed out of their living room window onto the fire escape. He closed the window and turned back. “You said last time you’d let me come with you.” Albert bashfully muttered at a lower volume. He had caught her earlier this week, sneaking out. He wanted to tag along since, a small cost to him keeping her sneaking out a secret, but right now she didn’t want to babysit her younger brother. She wanted to be free from it all for just a few hours.
“Tomorrow, Junior. I’ll help you get down from the fire escape and we can go out.” She waved an arm, shooing him back inside. “Now go back inside and cover for me. I’ll get you mochi or something tonight. Okay?”
“Boba tea. Pick a flavor I like, not one you always get.” He seemed placated, smiling. He was only two years younger, but still, she wasn’t about to let him slow her down tonight.
“Fine, fine.” She didn’t want to waste time. She still had an hour of studying left tonight but she could enjoy a few hours wandering the city and spend whatever money she had. Hurrying out of the alley, she ran off to let her stomach carry her to her first stop… whatever smelled best!
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