Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Apr 20, 2005 22:29:15 GMT -5
It was night when Lois found herself entering the outskirts of Smallville, Kansas. How different it was from her hometown was evident from the rolling fields and the lack of traffic. The headlights of her ’75 Impala washed over the faded double lines of the country road, and the sounds of Aimee Mann pumping though the speakers while she spoke into the cellular phone with increasing anger.
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is the third person I’ve been transferred to and all I want is an address. K-E-N-T. Kent. It's a farm. Do they even have addresses?”<br>She snapped the radio off with an annoyed huff, cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear as she dove for a map. The ruffle of paper and she multitasked like it was going out of style. “Mm-mm-mm. Look, the last super genius I had on the line told me to turn right on Route 31. Now I'm totally lost.” Her eyes took in her surroundings as she tried to translate English to the operator, “A landmark? Oh, how about a billion stalks of corn, does that about sum it up for you? Hello? … Hello?” She stared at the cell and the lack of signal, “great.”<br> Eyes scanned to the half crumpled pack of camels on the dashboard. Her urge to light a cigarette was increasing. ‘I don’t’ want to light one, I don’t want spend the rest of the night in knots because this stupid addiction won…’ she chided herself. Eyes went from the pack to the road as she tried to break the urge and just get where she was going. Just as she takes her eyes off the road, lightning strikes the ground right in front of her car causing a small explosion of sparks and a cloud of smoke. Lois swerves to the right to avoid the lightning.
The car veers off the road crazily spinning into the cornfield, as several more bolts rain down upon the earth. The car skids to a stop, amid the burning stalks, and after she recovers from the initial shock her hands make a desperate grab for the door handle. Shaken and with wide eyes the brunette from Metropolis takes in this freak lighting storm and the carnage it just wreaked. “My god…” she mutters, looking to where the headlights cut though the darkness. A naked man is lying on the ground…
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Post by Clark Kent on Apr 20, 2005 23:06:55 GMT -5
Body ached and he groaned. It felt like he’d been decked with a fist full of Kyrptonite, or the Green Meteor rocks that seemed to find their way to Smallville, Kansas. Throbbing pain was almost a rarity for the Kansas local. Well, psudo-local. He grew up there, but he wasn’t born there. He’d been born on a planet far away, one which no longer existed, one which destiny seemed to call him. Not to mention the will of his father Jor-El. Dark brows nitched together. That’s that last bit he remembered. Jor-El. Telling him who he was. Not, Clark Kent. But, Kal-El of Krypton. With the powers he had, it wasn’t hard to believe. Only hard to accept.
Nothing else came to mind, until the feeling of earth beneath him as body awakened. Muscles twitched perhaps in reaction to phantom pains, hell perhaps even real ones. Mentally he couldn’t explain what had happened to him. Even where he was. But he knew his name, that was it. With a cough a puff of fresh dirt flew away from his mouth, as cheek pressed into cleared ground. Lightning rips across the mid-west sky, striking the earth with as much force as he’d been thrown down upon it. Which was evident in the small crater where he lie. Slowly other senses began to awaken. Touch. Smell. Hearing.
Burning corn. Tries screeching. Screams of shock. The dead tone of a cell phone. Another ache rippled through his lower back and up to his shoulders. Small rocks and bits of earth pressing into bare flesh as he lie face down. Everything around him starts coming rushing in. Blue eyes open, to the sight of green stalks illuminated by the glow of fire. Hands shift against the ground, while muscles become taut. With a breath he pushes himself up to bare feet. Moving over loose rock and earth he moves forwards eyes watching the burning field, and black smoke rising into night sky before he becomes truly aware.
He wasn’t alone. Naked form turned slowly. Defined chin curved over broad shoulder to take in what was behind him. The glow of headlights shining into the field and upon him. A silhouette of someone standing there. A girl. Brows narrow as his eyes focus, a mess of dark hair falling against his forehead. Dry throat found his voice in question. “Who are you?”<br>
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Apr 20, 2005 23:32:26 GMT -5
Her mouth fell agape as she watched him move… actually stand up! From the looks of it his skin was smoking and it was HE that was struck by lightning. How in the world he was alive was beyond her reckoning. But what was more astounding was that he was stark naked, stark naked in the middle of a cornfield. “Are you… Can I get you a… she stammered, gesturing back to the car as she tried everything under the sun to avoid looking southward. She could feel her face beginning to glow red as he just stood there unabashed at his nudity.
Lois breathed a nervous sigh followed by a tentative smile. Teeth bit down upon her lower lip as she neared the boy. Given any other situation the sight of a naked guy, especially one as …stimulating… as this she’d have some poise, but at the moment the talkative and cynical Miss Lane was stuck without a punch line. “I’m Lois. Lois Lane…” she offered her smile finally breaking the surface. She thought it was good sign that he was curious, perhaps that meant that he was doing better than she could have hoped for.
“Let me get you a blanket from the car…” she offered. Still her voice was filled with wonder and astonishment at all of this, but he seemed unharmed, just very… nude. She leaned in though the door, grabbing up the fleece blanket she had on the backseat. “Here… it’s the best I can do on short notice…” Lois wrapped the cloth about Clark’s shoulders, her eyes rekindling the connection with his. “So, you got a name?” she prodded with a grin.
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Post by Clark Kent on Apr 21, 2005 0:02:26 GMT -5
Thoughts raced through his mind. Where. Who. What. How. When. Questions of curiosity, what caused his mind to think in that way, he wouldn’t have been able to give a straight answer. Though Kansas was known for having warm nights, there was a chill in the air this night. However bare flesh of his form would have felt hot to the touch. If not almost feverish. He couldn’t explain what he was doing there, nor how he came to be there. Blue eyes looked over the face before him. Something was telling him she wasn’t from around her. Maybe his intuition.
Once again he looked around before looking forwards again. Now instead of studying the girl his inquisitive stare found the car. Smoke pouring from the radiator. The guttural sounds of the engine idling. The low hiss of a tire deflating. And the smell picked out from burning corn and earth, of fresh skid marks on asphalt. “You’ve got a flat tire.”<br>He moved over uneasy ground, the arches of his feet finding rocks to curve over as the ball and heel of his foot dug into the dirt with each step he took. Un-phased and un-faltering. “I’m fine.”<br>His tone did’t hold any hostility, nor shakeyness. It almost came across more indifferent. As if he didn’t care. But he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t the Clark Kent most knew. Somehow he was different. Perhaps it had been because of the influences of Jor-El and his own alter ego.
Pausing for only a moment he stopped as the girl rushed to her car, rummaging for a moment before coming back a few steps in front of him. The wonder boy, hadn’t been aware of his nudity. Mentally he hadn’t even thought about it. Actions and reactions were made more on instinct and elements placed upon himself. Looking down at the blanket around him he looked back up before hands moved gripping the fleece. There was something about her though. This, Lois Lane. She was stunning in her own way. Not a Kansas way, more like a Big city type.
Shoulders rolled allowing the blanket to shift against his neck, while hands gripped it closed in front of his waist, covering things she shouldn’t be seeing. But he was taller than the blanket. And how it had been laid across his shoulders and back, it came even shorter. Knees and bare legs still shone from under the covering. He was about to answer when something else caught his attentions. Breaks. The slam of a door. Feet running over the smooth asphalt then hitting the gravel covered ground.
--- Martha Kent had been driving back home, when she saw lightning ripping across the rolling landscape of her home. She’d finished closing up the Talon for the night, and Jonathan was expecting her home shortly. As a mother she’d been upset. Her only son had gone missing because of who he was. Something that they couldn’t change. But Martha had never given up the hope that Clark would return. That she would have her son back. As the bend began to curve she saw the red glow of fire up a head.
Heart raced for a moment at the sight, before the old Chevy slowed even more. Tail lights stuck out from the tall stock along the road. It’s nose down into the small raven that lined either side of this stretch of highway. She hated to be a lookie-loo as she came upon the scene who knew maybe they could use some help. But mouth soon fell agape at the sight. Though the burning fire danced against his skin and the head lights of the car flooded the air. She could have sworn it was Clark. Slowing even more she strained her eyes to see if the naked as a Jay-bird was. The girl, perhaps the owner of the car rushed back and came back to him wrapping a blanket around him.
It was at this point Martha hit the breaks causing the truck to stop abruptly. The slam of the dirverside door followed as booted feet hit the ground and she went running over the two lane high-way. “Clark! Clark!”<br>Her voice caught in her throat as she neared. It was him. Her son. Rushing past the girl, trembling hands took ahold of his jaw line, while fingers rested against his cheeks. Near the edge of tears she cried out, wrapping her arms around him. “Are you ok? Where have you been. I’ve been so worried. I never gave up believing you’d come back Clark.”<br>
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Apr 21, 2005 13:21:02 GMT -5
Lois stepped back from him trying to see what exactly was wrong with him. Something definitely seemed off. The inflection of his voice, the deadpan expression it was almost like he wasn’t really there, as if someone else was pulling the strings and he was the marionette. Her eyes scanned the rock littered earth, the fire that made her eyes wince against the contrast of the night, and then back to the unidentified guy. Her head turned back to the car as he mentioned the flat and then she shook it returning her gaze. “Flat… right. Yeah well that doesn’t quite make the grade on my weird shit o-meter for the evening. But if you can explain the freak lightning on a cloudless sky and why exactly you’re wandering out here alone in without a stitch of clothing…” As if on cue her eyes looked him over again before she scolded herself, ‘Jeeze Lois you big perv, what are you doing? Look at his face… he probably feels uncomfortable enough…’ Her thoughts were bubbling over with questions about al of this. It was the reporter in her. She’d come here looking for answers, answers about her cousin Chloe and what the mysterious video tape she’d been sent was all about. Unfortunately it seemed that ‘Captain Birthday Suit’ wasn’t about to be bubbling over with answers.
Lois tried her best to smooth down her sun kissed locks of honey-brown, and wipe the disbelieving look from her face, as she turned to the sound of footfalls and a woman’s voice. Lois stepped aside and let the woman embrace the boy, trying her best to look innocuous. Fingers twitched and the craving to smoke seemed all the worse. What the hell had she managed to stumble into here? Chewing her lip, Lois shifted her weight to and fro hoping that this hysterical woman wasn’t about to point the finger of blame on her. ‘Wow what a corny name… Nothing quite said corn fed hometown living like the name, Clark.’ she thought. She fished though her purse for a piece of Nicorette, her thumb pushing a square though the foil, until seconds later the gears in her brain clicked. “Wait. Clark...? As in Clark Kent?” she blurted to the boy and his mother.#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Clark Kent on Apr 22, 2005 14:23:11 GMT -5
Martha studied her son. There was something different about him and she could tell it. He wasn't the Clark she knew. At the same he wasn't the Clark that had left either with the influences of who he truly was and his birth father. Hand guided him towards the street slowly before she left his side once more. Coming back with a pair of faded jeans and a flannel shirt. "Here, put these on. It's a good thing I didn't take the laundry out of the truck." She was trying to be upbeat, but something was still unsettling about it all.
Clark only watched silently what was going on. He couldn't say that he had memories of this woman, but he must have. She knew his name and she hugged him so tightly. There was so much emotion in her eyes. Still he said nothing. What could he have said even if he wanted too. He could feel Lois' eyes on him, watching him trying to study and figure him out. Rightfully so. A young man, naked in the middle of a burning corn field during a freak lightning storm. Who wouldn't have questions.
Blue eyes watched as his mother left alone to go to her truck for a moment. Coming back with a bit of clothing for him. Pulling the jeans on under the blanket then dropping the blanket all together, so he could pull on the flannel shirt. His eyes turned back to Lois as fingers worked buttons on the shirt. "It's nature." Was his simple response to the lightning. In the Mid-West weather was often weird. After all in Tornado Alley, they hit with out much of a warning. Light sky would become black as pitch before the natural phenomenon started.
"Come on Clark." Martha took a hold of his forearm before stopping. The fleece blanket was scooped up and handed back to the young woman who'd found her son. She was sure she had questions, but the Kansas local wasn't sure if she had answers to give. "Thank you for you help. Maybe my husband can come back and get you out of this ditch." It was the least she could do for the girl. Stranded in the small back highways of Kansas at night wasn't any place to be, and a girl like that, Martha figured she had some place to go. The words however that came next drew up her eyebrows. She'd never met the girl before. But if she was one of Clark's friends, wouldn't she have already recognized him? Pausing from guiding Clark, Martha turned around to look at Lois. "Kent. Yes, I'm Martha Kent, Clark's mother. I'm sorry. It's been a long day... Clark needs some rest." It was the only way she knew how to protect her son. People always had questions about him or for him. Odd sometimes, others worried her. She worried people would figure out his secret, would take him away, and he'd never have even the slightest bit of a normal life if that happened. With a nod to Lois, she lead Clark to the truck. But she watched as her Son's eyes studied over the young woman again.
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Apr 27, 2005 12:40:13 GMT -5
“Nature. Right.” She retorted with disbelief. Then as Martha returned and spoke of pulling her out of the ditch she smirked, “That might be a good idea, with all this loose rock and stuff I think I’d need more solid ground before I can even consider laying the jack down.” She nodded her head in the direction of the deflated tire. “But really it’s no biggie… If you just wanna let me use your phone, my cell lost signal a few miles back, so I can get a tow truck out here so I can find a hotel for the night. From the looks of it, this is turning out to be a great big whopper of a mistake on my end… I was just coming out here for my cousin’s funeral and…”
Lois sported a look of pure surprise. “This is the guy I’ve been looking for!” she blurted stepping toward Martha and her son eagerly. Her eyes were wild and the hundreds of questions she had regarding Chloe were all brimming to the surface. But could she really trust his mother to ask about all of the stuff she’d seen on the videotape? She hesitated, offering a scrap of safer info before blurting out anything that might get her into too much trouble. “I’m Lois Lane, Chloe’s cousin. We used to talk all the time… She mentioned that Clark was one guy she could trust. I just… wanted to know if she said anything, you know before she…” Her hands worked though her somewhat tangled hair as weight shifted. This was starting to sound like a wild tangent; she could tell already from the look on Martha’s face that she was at a loss for how to gauge Lois’ big-city-high-speed-rambles. Lois stole another glance at Clark and then at his mother. “…yeah but from the looks of this I don’t really think NOW is the best time…”
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on May 1, 2005 22:48:25 GMT -5
‘…But unlike every other person in Metropolis I’ve come to know, Mrs. Kent did not just leave me to fend for myself. No, instead, after a series of unexplained mishaps, she invited me into her home to stay in their guest room. It seemed that she and Mr. Kent didn’t take too kindly to my father’s recipe of “tough love”. Try as I might to worm my way out of this Norman Rockwell painting come to life, complete with a dog who just KNOWS to hone in on the one allergic person, it seems that Smallville is my new home away from home. Don’t get me wrong, the thought is appreciated, but I can’t wait to get out from under paying my way at this coffee shop and back at a college dorm where I truly belong…’
The voice in Lois’ head began to talk to her, as it often did when she was doing a menial task. Her imagination had made her re-live the events of the past few months in the blink of an eye, yet with such stunning clarity, she often wondered if this was the genetic element that Chloe shared that gave her such an edge to pick apart her news stories. So yes, a part of her was beginning to enjoy re-living her senior year of high school and her extra credit with the school paper “The Torch”; not that she’d ever admit it.
Lois Lane grabbed the pen with her left hand and quickly worked out the total of the register’s tally, as she helped Mrs. Kent finish up closing the Talon. “Thanks Lois, I can finish up the rest. You go on home I’ll just be a few minutes.” Martha Kent tossed the damp rag into the sink as smiled warmly to the latest addition to her home. “Alright, I’ll see you later at home. I’m off to the library.”<br>So not exactly the truth, but she did have a book to return. Grabbing her things, the future journalist exited the Talon and made her way to her denim blue ’75 Impala. #nosmileys
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Post by Linda Lee Danvers on May 3, 2005 13:34:48 GMT -5
Smallville Kansas. That was her destination. Her name was Kara Zor-El. She from the Argo City on the great planet Krypton. But that true name had died so long ago, or well was put aside. At the early age of ten she was sent to Earth by her mother and father, Allura and Zor-El, in hopes that their daughter would live a life full of love and normality. A life that was just that, Life. Now, she was Linda Lee Danvers, the proud daughter of two parents who gave her so much love and ambition.
When she arrived on earth she was placed into an Orphanage, and within two years she was adopted Fred and Edna Danvers. But she retained her former memories, and the secrets she had to keep.
Early in her life she lived like any child would, happy, and with parents who knew exactly how to make their daughter that. They loved her, and she loved them and together they were the white picket fence family that everyone dreams of. But inside Kara felt always alone, and always hopeful that one day she would reunite with her true parents, a pair she never forgot.
Around the age of puberty and Junior high, it was difficult for any teen but most especially for Linda. She found that she had some extraordinary talents that had begun to manifest. And with each growing day she grew aware of more hidden abilities. And with each day it was not always pleasent. And that is what brought her here, to Kansas.
Her parents had to spend a few months out of the country, and when they returned they wondered about moving along with Linda to Kansas. There for now she was to visit her grandmother, a woman who was most generous and jovial.
Alot of things had come into Linda's mind lately, alot about her new found gifts. How they didn't react in such a way on Krypton. Her mind was a wandering mess, and thanks to a destraction, she was in over her head. She settled with her grandmother quickly enough and was out taking a ride to get used to this different lifestyle and area. With its less-than-fast pace compared anywhere else she had been. Along the road she spotted a sight, and she pulled the car over. Just around the bend there was a doe and her fawn grazing on the sweet grass, and Linda wanted a picture. She brought the camera to her eye, shut the other and knew that if she stepped to far back she would just fall into some corn stalks so she didn't have much caution. Not thinking anyone was coming her way and not hearing anyone, she felt it safe to move along the road. Taking the picture with a click, she stepped back. Another click and another step. A few more followed until she stood in the center lane of the dusty road. Perhaps another step back?
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Wally West
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You see I'm greedy for speed, and normal means nothing to me.
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Post by Wally West on May 3, 2005 14:11:17 GMT -5
So he wasn’t the worlds best teenager, well he was just being a teenager and for most that was getting into some kind of trouble. For him it was usually even more and with some of the ties that he’d gotten mixed up with in the past were now looking for him after he gave it all up, sorta. Wally wasn’t a normal teenager, he had special talents and gifts and in all of his life time he’d only met one other person that could come close to knowing what that felt like and that was Clark Kent.
Though Metropolis was his home trouble kept looking for him, and not that he hadn’t had his hand in some of it, but he needed another change to protect himself. That’s why he packed what little he had and shoved clothing into a backpack on his back and took off running. It wasn’t the metaphorical type of running either it was actually running, fast than anyone could, well except for the Flash, and not even Clark could keep up with Wally, let alone people being able to see him, maybe just a blur. He watched the land changing before him as it became rolling fields of cornstalk he knew he was getting close.
Rushing down the small roads of Kansas the Smallville city limit sign swayed with the strong breeze as he passed, that’s right he was going back to Smallville. As he raced down the road he came up passing a 75 Impala and slowed slightly so he could check out the girl driving inside, he smirked before he was gone in a blur again as she turned to look out the driver side window, then there was another car that pulled over to the side. By the time he’d reached Kent farm he hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Clark, yo, Clark!” He dropped his belongings at the front screen covered door of the house before a quick look around the farm, and no Kent, he didn’t want to wait, he hated waiting…it’s a downfall to being a speed demon, he always wanted everything to go fast. Smallville was going to be a change, but he could always take off for a few hours and be back and no one would ever know.
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on May 3, 2005 16:28:51 GMT -5
The door wrenched open on a rusty hinge, screaming in protest as metal grated against metal. The car, like Miss Lane, lacked a certain charm, but for the most part was pretty reliable. Today was, unfortunately, one of those moments when it…wasn’t. As she tried and failed to get the thing to turn over again, she thought for a half a second she saw someone standing by her window. Her head tossed to the side seeing only the mostly vacant street-side and so once again her hand twisted the key. “Come on you piece of shi-”<br> Already she could hear the drill sergeant of her father in her head yelling at her that she wasn’t responsible enough to drive if she was going to continue to lug this hunk of metal around… that she should have sent it in for inspection over a month ago, and that it serves her right for not fixing the head gasket. The voice was right, three-star general or not she just knew this was the kind of inner monologue that was a nagging voice of reason. Today it just happened to take the persona of her father.
Grumbling, she snapped the key back and eased her foot off the brake. ‘If only I weren’t in Kansas... I’d just pop the clutch on a hill and that would be that, but no, not you Lois, no, you had to move to the flattest state in the US. Her head lolled back against the seat, as she sighed. For a moment or two she just sat there wallowing in her misery until her eyes snapped open and she sat up to grab her cell phone.
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Post by Linda Lee Danvers on May 3, 2005 17:26:41 GMT -5
Linda's head lifted for just a second from the camera as she thought she heard something coming. From the sounds it seemed like footsteps, but they were to rapid, to quick to be real right? No one could move that fast, at least no one she knew of on Earth. And just as she had thought she heard someone and image of a blur zoomed right by. She blinked slowly, and thought she was going crazy and that she must have been hallucinating. The deer on the other hand seemed almost too skiddish now and with a sudden bolt they began to take off back into the forest. " Damn...that could have been a great shot" her voice was soft and she laughed gently at the thought. Ok, so she got a great amount of shots to do something with right, so why did she need that last one?
Forgetting about it, she glanced to the sky and at the odd sun in it. It was yellow, well to most it was normal but to her it was different, exotic still and it held a sort of empowerment feeling to it. It energized her right up, like she was some solar disk and she loved that feeling. Letting the camera fall to her chest, she began to walk back across the road. Her eyes still on the sun and the bright rays it shone down on her. Time to get back to Grandma before she began to worry. But something wasn't right, something was diffedently not right.
She heard a sudden noise coming her way and it caused her to lower her head in shock. Her eyes grew wide at the sight about to take place, a car which she could not tell its make was just inches from her frozen form. And in the blink of an eye it hit her. Like some nightmarish dream, she was thrown a good forty feet and the car itself ran into the bunches of corn stalks before coming to a steaming halt. Linda didn't move, she didn't want to move, not yet anyways. There was so much pain in her mind as she laid somewhat concious on the ground below her. She heard the person get out of the car, good he/she was alright. She heard the shock in the voice. " Holy shit.." the car looked like it hit a deer, or worse another car. Its front end was smashed right to the tires and the front window was smashed. The person was lucky to still be alive really, to still be able to move. But Kara, she layed motionless on the ground. A bit of blood running from the corner of her lips and above her brow. Her shirt was ripped from the slide she had endured along the pavement, her jeans were the same, mangled. And her hair and face were a complete mess. If only she could get up to clean herself off.
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Richard White
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Sometimes I wonder about you Lois...
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Post by Richard White on May 3, 2005 22:48:53 GMT -5
His mind was running. Why was he going there? Why wouldn’t he just stay at home and work at the DP like he was supposed to… like a good son. No. He was too infatuated with this girl. Too much… oh I dunno, in love. His dad was still grieving the loss of his son, Jerry White Jr…. So this just seemed like the perfect time to leave, let his dad and mom figure and sort stuff out.
However, there was some guilt in Richard about leaving… he felt as if he was being selfish… and he was, he knew it. Yet, he had to see her again. He had to find Lois… and well, he had to get more closure than ‘I just can’t take it here in Metropolis… I have to go’. That wasn’t the ending he wanted he needed more.
Sighing as he drove, he just felt like shit, plus, he wanted to be with the one girl that he knew would help him through the loss of his brother. The only person would be was Lois Lane. She was always there for him when he was forgotten at most family events. She was always there for him… maybe he wasn’t there enough for her, to see she was unhappy.
Sighing once more before calming himself and slowing to a stop. To the right of his silver Mustang GT, his eyes rested on the old beat up 75 Impala. “Well… isn’t this a slap in the face for surprises today…” he sighed slightly before pulling up next to the beat up car and stepping out of his own. His walk was casual, even though he was in a dress shirt and pants. Eyes slowly turned down to the driverside door. He was right.
Knocking gently, he leaned closer in to see the beautiful woman inside. “Having some car troubles Miss?” Her form turned before letting out a scream. He jumped back as the door opened and she eyed him with a glare that could burn even the hottest of things.
“What the hell are you doing here Richard?”<br> “Well, that’s a great hello, Lois. I was just driving in to see you… and well, here I am. You need help?”<br> “You can just go away, I don’t need your shit right now, OBVIOUSLY I have my own crap to deal with.” Her body turned around to try to get reception on her phone.
“Damnit Lois, I’m here to talk to you, and despite what you have heard, I am NOT brooding about our breakup. I just wanted to tell you a few things… like… well damnit, Jerry died, and I felt you were the only one who would understand. But you know what, if you want to stay here, go ahead, I’ll just head back.” His body turned as he headed back to the car, only to feel a soft hand on his shoulder.
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Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on May 3, 2005 23:14:40 GMT -5
All jokes, past turmoil and relationship arguments were set aside as Lois placed her hand on his shoulder. She felt his figure relax to her touch and her own breath even out. It was hard not to fall into something this familiar, let someone back into your life after a nasty breakup. As she walked around him she wrapped her arms about him, the regret in her voice apparent. “I’m really sorry Richard I didn’t know…”
She felt herself weaken, the want for tears was there, but she wasn’t much of a crier. After her mother’s bout with cancer and her death there were rules and faces of strength to maintain in the Lane household, tears just weren’t a part of that. “…come on…” she said pulling away before she missed the smell of him too much, before the ache of what they had bore away all of her defenses. “You can drive me home.”<br> It was hard to maintain eye-contact with her old flame, and seeing him like this wasn’t something she was used to. The less-than-appreciated son of the editor in chief Perry White was usually the veneer of self confidence. Something that was like an invisible blanket of protection, but now he was so vulnerable. Alright so perhaps it was a wrong thing for her to leave a few days after Richard had dropped the “I love you” bomb, but picking up and moving always was her best defense.
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Richard White
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Sometimes I wonder about you Lois...
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Post by Richard White on May 3, 2005 23:50:36 GMT -5
Her hand on his shoulder made his body tense for only a moment, before he felt weak at her sudden embrace. “Lois, I don’t know how to feel about this… honestly…” Should he tell her its been nearly a month? She he tell her that he felt responsible… what should he say?
“Alright, I’ll drive you home…” she should be home with him, but instead she was here. In Kansas. Why on Gods Green Earth would she be here? Well, she needed a change. And damnit, this was good enough. He was there for her when everything with her mother went down-and he needed her now.
He felt her pull away, and his form sighed back a want for a longer hug. A longer embrace with the only person he knew that cared about him. “…Lois, what about your car?” He wanted to say more, he wanted to be with her… but he couldn’t. He was here to inform her about Jerry, and that was all… and a vacation from his family.
Climbing into the mustang, he cracked his neck. “Mother says hello, and that she misses you…” he couldn’t say anything about his father, after all, his father never talked to him. He glanced towards her once more before driving off, following the signs that led him straight to Smallville… however, on the way there, his eyes caught something in the road. “Holy shit…” his foot slamming on the breaks.
“Lois… is that a girl in the middle of the street?” before she could answer, he was unbuckling himself to go check on her. Last thing he wanted was someone to feel the way he did-loosing a sibling.
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