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[GIANELLA12]

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There wasn't a manual or a guidebook to follow when this all started. No, he was flung into it without remorse. Lost, confused and damn near terrified. Suddenly, he wasn't just Eddie Brock, a journalist from San Francisco. He, now, was Eddie Brock, journalist from San Francisco and the current housing of a symbiote called Venom.
xxxVenom had turned his world upside down, ingested it and spit it back out in a thousand tiny, black gooey pieces. In other words, everything Eddie thought he knew? He wasn't even close to understanding.
xxxHorns blared angrily when he jogged across the walking lane to the other side of the street. Rain pelted the fabric of his hoodie but he only tugged it tighter against his head, shielding himself from the sting of droplets. Skipping away from the fast and narrow path of a hurrying group of people, Eddie found himself in a dark alleyway, momentarily given shelter by an overhang.
xxx"Eddie ..."
xxxThe groveling voice inside his head is hard to shut out but that doesn't stop Eddie from trying. He squeezes his eyes shut and prays it — he — will go away. And, for a moment, Venom listens. The presence that follows the symbiote has faded and is only a faint reminder in the back of his mind, like a light left on during the night. Except.. this wasn't a light.

Back at his apartment, Eddie eases the door closed behind him and faces yet more darkness. But this darkness is comforting and familiar. He steps further inside, reaching out to switch on a single lamp as he passes. Ironic.
xxxHe doesn't bother with dinner. He's not hungry; Venom had his playtime, and his meal earlier to much of Eddie's distaste. Instead, he makes a beeline for his bedroom and sleeps until morning.

Working as a journalist is an easy job compared to what Eddie -- Venom -- does. He's found that he frequently knows the details of news headlines before the companies do, making it even easier to grill them for more information. Inside information, at that. In this particular setting, he's being rejected straight out front by the CEO's secretary despite the many directions he has tried to turn the conversation in his favor.
xxx"Ma'am, if you'd just --"
xxx"He's not seeing anyone today, Mr. Brock. Now, I have to ask you to leave."
xxxThere isn't anything he can do now. Eddie knows that well enough from the years in this career. One hard no is all it takes to shut a reporter down, and in this case, he's submitting to defeat. He sighs, almost half-heartedly and straightens from leaning over the surface of the front desk. Okay, maybe next time, he thinks and turns to leave.
xxxVenom is usually quiet during his work hours and that, he supposes, is the brighter side of the job.


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[GIANELLA12]

Ｅｍｍａ Ｐｉｅｒｃｅ

[37, Female, Rookie Reporter]

Emma quietly settled a cup of coffee into Eddie's hand and walked him out quickly. Emma Pierce was just an ordinary girl living out her boring life. Except now that's boring life turned into passion the second she was assigned to help Mr. Eddie Brock. It was a pure chance she got assigned to him, a chance she won't forget and always remembers when she wakes up every morning. Brushing away the sudden abruptness, Emma turned to him and offered a small smile, "you sir, need a break. Eddie, I've timed you since you left the office this morning and no where on that timer was a lunch break. You're human." She responded before pushing her glasses up and fixing the lazy bun she managed to do.

"Don't want you heading off to the doctor's again." She murmured before turning and fixing herself, Emma had been assigned to help him with everything as much as possible. It was enough that their boss had given her, Eddie's spare keys in case he got sick for her to look after him. A man like him cannot fall ill in times like this, take care of him and make sure he's alive by the end of it. Emma kept those words in her head everyday, making sure Eddie arrived on time to work, ate, and left home, plus arrived home safely. She was reasonable with her every moves not wanting to become too invasive in his life, yet worrying about her idol in secret.

Emma was completely naive about the second person she was taking care of, but she never questioned when he asked her to order ten pizzas for just him. While Eddie was placed in charge of recent events, and reporting, Emma was in charge of super heroes and their abilities. Every save and every victory was documented by her hand, and at times while she was hanging upside down from a building holding back her screams of horror. A job is a job no matter where you are or what's going on, she would say to herself to try and make it reality. Sadly, it really wasn't working as the heights increased and the villains got stronger, not to mention annoying. She was on a safe role this month, with hardly any incidents where she needed to be saved. That was all she wanted anyway. "Mr. Brock, you have two more stories assigned for later this week. Would you like to try and get them done after you finish your coffee or do them now and get some food?"

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Eddie looks down at the paper cup of coffee his hand now formed around, unaware of such realities. He glances between the cup and the woman walking him out, pretending to listen to her many lectures on his neglectful living habits. Other things are preoccupying his mind than keeping a healthy nutritious style and reporting the latest stories. Other alien things.
xxxHe doesn't realize he's only staring into the dark liquid as they travel down the city street. Eddie isn't listening to Emma, his new human shadow, as she asks about his next formable plan of action considering his schedule. Instead, he's listening to someone else. Someone inside him.
xxxEddie... Hungry... The symbiote whines.
xxxIf Eddie concentrates enough, he'd swear its face is in the pool of coffee.
xxxNot pizza... No noodles... Meat, Eddie. Bloody. Warm.
xxxAnother Eddie? brought his attention around and his eyes to Emma. He had stopped walking without knowing it which seemed to leave the female reporter puzzled and concerned. He couldn't begin to explain his reasonings or what goes on in his -- their -- mind so the first thing he did was brush it off.
xxx"Let's get food. I'm starving." He feels a sense of digust and annoyance from the alien inhabiting his body; a smile, unknown to Emma as amusement, forms on his face. This is going to be a long day.


[ ❝ forty ] [ ❝ male ] [ ❝ role. venom ] [ ❝ words. 228 ]

[GIANELLA12]

Ｅｍｍａ Ｐｉｅｒｃｅ

[37, Female, Rookie Reporter]

Emma shakes her head and steps aside to order them food for the time being. She returns putting her phone away, "I ordered three regular pizzas, three unique flavored ones , and two extra-large ones for both of us. I hope this time, there is at least one slice I can eat." She teased lightly before sipping from her now cold coffee. What had happened last time was uncool, even for her.

The rookie had ordered a ton of pizzas to try out and enjoy with their unique flavors, she had invited Eddie to help sample them. When she stepped back into the apartment after grabbing some ice for the sodas, everything was finished. Emma was heartbroken and hungry all night, even if she had some spare food in the fridge, and whined for the rest of the night he was there. Since then, she's learned to always eat before even stepping out or turning around for a few seconds. If it's an emergency, Emma has learned to take her food with her in some way shape or form.

Emma signaled for Eddie to follow as she descended up the small railing to her nearby apartment. It was small, cold, but very neat and pretty much represented Emma. Pictures in all angles littered the walls as decorations, newspaper stacked off to the side for her to "study" and "improve". The masterpiece of the home was the picture they took of her getting the job as his assistant, the picture being hung up by the entrance as her way of showing off, "pizza should be here in a few, make yourself at home. We can discuss work in a bit." She chirped as she went to get the drinks and set up for their meal.

A faint blush appearing onto her cheeks as she thought of what it appeared like. Something she hadn't been on in a while, and with someone as respectable. A simple date.

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Emma steps away for a call; Eddie watching her from the sidelines as she talks to whoever it is on the other line. Once she returns though, he is told the amount of pizza she ordered, throwing in a light tease. He remembers the last time quite clearly, but it had been different for the both of them. Them, as him and his symbiote (who didn't take up with the woman as much as he had). Even now, there's a hint of jealousy Eddie chooses to ignore.
xxxShe leads them to her apartment, following her as they ascend the stairs. Eddie looks around as they step inside, lingering at the door for a moment to take it in. It isn't his first time here but he isn't familiar with it either. Pictures of all sorts hang on the wall - his gaze trailing to a particular one near the door - as the room itself is clean and neat. Emma is heard again but not replied to, rather focused on the faces pictured in the frames.
xxxDon't like this woman, Eddie. Come between us.
xxx"Don't be an idiot," he mutters, turning his eyes to other corners of the room, hearing Emma rummage around close by.
xxxEddie...
xxxThe alien's chatter is ignored. Eddie wandering the apartment until he finds the woman in the next room. He stops at the entrance to the kitchen, watching her prepare their drinks. "Have you read over the stories?" He asks, wondering what her opinion - and his chance of success at actually scoring one this time - is.


[ ❝ forty ] [ ❝ male ] [ ❝ role. venom ] [ ❝ words. 263 ]

[GIANELLA12]

Ｅｍｍａ Ｐｉｅｒｃｅ

[37, Female, Rookie Reporter]

"Verious times, and as you can see on the side I've taken out the needed information and tried to improve them." She chirped before stepping out into the living room with some water for both. "As for our stories, I know your next two. They will be a bit difficult, but I know you can score them easily." She settled the two large files in front of him. "One is on a recent hero..well, people call him a threat, black and looks like spiderman but is buff and less friendly." She chirped opening the file and showing him pictures. Unknowingly to her, it was of venom himself.

"As for the second story, they want you to cover a recent line of attacks from certain villains." She slid a key card and an invitation in front of him with the file. "Their next "meeting" is today around 7, we have about 6 hours to go before we can meet there and well do what we do best." She chirped before letting her hair down and laying back, "honesty sir, I dont know how you can keep up with so much. I cant tell what's real and what isn't anymore." She said dramatically in a teasing tone.

As soon as the pizzas arrived, Emma paid and went to settle them down as she handed them plates. "This should be enough to fuel us even after the meeting." She chirped removing her glasses to relax her eyes, "sir, I've helped you for about a month now, and it's really been something, so I plan on maybe doing my first article on you." She chirped innocently as she flicked her hair back. "What better than to write about the world's best reporter?"

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Eddie turns as she makes her way into the living room, following her after a few seconds. She's quick to retrieve the files, opening them to slide the them his way. He steps over to the couch and sits down, picking the Venom file to investigate. His eyes slowly trailing over the words, pausing at the picture pinned with a clip at the top corner.
xxxWe're heroes, Eddie! The symbiote cheers. He has learnt the feeling of happiness from other hosts before Eddie. He and Eddie are heroes, unlike the Spider Man. Trouble, he thinks. Keeps people who want to hurt us alive.
xxxEddie, despite their connection, can't hear what his symbiote is thinking but he can feel its emotions. Like he can feel when Eddie has nightmares. Feeling is something Eddie has done a lot lately, feeling a lot of bad things. Anger, mostly.
xxxEddie doesn’t correct his companion on society’s perspective of them. He knows they aren’t heroes, not to the outer eye.
xxx"What about you, what do you think he is?" Eddie knows he's behind on the current topic, but their curiosity has got the best of him. "This ..." He sits the file back on the table as he speaks. His eyes returning to Emma beside him. "... Venom, I mean." It's weird to have their name on his tongue, speaking of themselves like a stranger. If only she knew this hero had been in her presence all along.
xxxShe thinks we're a threat, Eddie.. The constant, chattery being in his head whispers, its voice almost smooth in its persuasive tone.


[ ❝ forty ] [ ❝ male ] [ ❝ role. venom ] [ ❝ words. 263 ]

[GIANELLA12]

Ｅｍｍａ Ｐｉｅｒｃｅ

[37, Female, Rookie Reporter]

"I've read it over thirty times and my conclusion is the same, Venom, as you call him is a hero." She chirped and looked up at him, "I know much of our society argues over what a hero counts as, or who can and who can't be a hero, but he really is one. Yeah he eats bad people, but as I said it's bad people not good people." Emma explained as much as she could and got a slice of one of the pizzas. "If I could, probably couldn't, I'd try to interview him. I'm sure once people know his intentions clearly and distract their view from the destruction left behind, they could see his personality. Then they would think of him in a better view." Emma explained before taking a small bite of her pizza, "its really simple, dont judge a book by its cover I always say." She chirped purring at the taste of the meal. Unique, but enough to keep her stomach quiet for the most part.

"What do you think sir? Is he a hero or a villain in your eyes?" She tilted her head and hoped his response was the same, Emma had experience with a lot of the heroes. Many she thought were friendly and ordinary, some stuck up and cold. Her reporting career began the day she was saved as a little girl by a one that was thought to be a villain. With all her power, she wrote of him and his heroic act to prove others wrong about their opinions. Sadly, it ended up with her being shut out of society and seen as nothing but an outcast for such "silly" ideas. Emma never regret what she did, but she did regret not being able to properly thank her hero in disguise. That chance meeting got her to where she was now, and she had no regrets.

Emma took another bite before she placed her plate down and looked at the many hero posters she had, "my mother told me to try and be a hero to those who have no voice. She said my writing can save them from things they cannot defend themselves against, and for those who object my words can be the true villains." She whispered mostly to herself as she remembered. One small article lead to smaller ones that either got her in trouble or got her thanked and rewarded. Two different views, just like the world of newspaper itself, one corrupted opinion and the other harsh cold truth. Both loved and both hated, but what could she do, she only had the power to create with what she witnessed or felt in the moment to appeal to her audience. Quickly snapping out of her daze, she smiled again and went to get more pizza to enjoy.