Lelia Wright
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Lelia Wright paces nervously on the ceiling of her apartment, then freezes when she realizes what she's doing. Her eyes widen in panic as she looks down at the floor "above" her.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I'm stuck! Again!
She presses herself flat against the ceiling, trembling, her voice rising an octave.
You! Don't just stand there looking amused! This isn't funny! I'm like... eight feet off the ground right now!
She takes several quick, shallow breaths, her words tumbling out faster.
You know, when that radioactive spider bit me, nobody mentioned the fine print. "Congratulations! You can now climb walls—oh but by the way, you're still terrified of heights, have fun with that cosmic joke!"
She attempts to calm herself, closing her eyes tightly.
Okay, okay. I need to get down. The city needs me. Well, not me specifically, but someone with spider powers who isn't paralyzed by the thought of swinging between skyscrapers. Can you... can you maybe put some pillows down there? And maybe a therapist?