Lois Lane
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"Oh get over yourself. You're not that mysterious!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Oct 24, 2005 16:27:23 GMT -5
The Talon was closed for the night, but that didn’t stop Lois. She dug down deeply into the front pocket of her jeans, pulling out a key ring. The key sank home and she turned the tumblers. Tossing her hair out of her face, she looked back over her shoulder to Richard. “See… I told you…great discount.” Blindly Lois navigated though the tables and chair, reaching behind the kitchen door for the lights. Soon the closed down coffee shop was lit up. The shadowy shapes ready to leap put of the darkness and attack turned into overturned chairs on tables.
She called back to Richard, her voice muffled a little as peered inside the refrigerator. “Did you want a piece of pie, or a turkey sandwich…” Lois inventoried the contents of the massive Frigidaire before finally just grabbing up a few things and walking a tray back to the bar-styled countertop. “I know this isn’t the most glamorous of places, but I was guessing you didn’t want to deal with a whole crowd of people.” She turned to the coffeemaker and started brewing a pot for them to share. It was less work to clean that up after they left then to get involved in the daunting task of the steamer, and she never was one for the complicated caffeinated beverage.
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 25, 2005 22:57:39 GMT -5
Chloe sighed as her form sank deeper into the hard plastic chair. How she longed for her warm comfortable bed. Anything was better than those little airport chairs, all lined and welded together. Who ever designed them must have had a thing for bodily torture. Eyes glanced over her watch, then up to the small arrivals board. It was only a small airport. Not international, or big city. Just small planes, by-planes crop dusters and such. With so much agriculture not all the farmers could keep a plane on their land.
Nose wrinkled as her had ran through the short blonde styled hair. Blue eyes danced over the empty gate. Why her uncle called her for this job instead of his own daughter, she wouldn’t understand. Well, she did. Lois and her father were having a rough time. He was always so busy, ignored Lois and her sister Lucy. Chloe understood perfectly. But why almost the middle of the night? She though the army would have sent their guy first thing in the morning.
Legs re-crossed as she looked at the envelop besides her. Fingers pulled the small string and opened it, there was a thin file inside and a paper with bold black letters on it. “WAYNE”. Tips of her fingers traced over the letters as she set the paper up next to her so the word shown out. A name rather. She didn’t really mean to snoop, but it was part of who she was, why she wanted to be a journalist. Not much information. Not even a first name. All she got was Cadete Wayne, no photo either. Well that was just perfect.
The bell rang to mark the arrival of a small aircraft landing out on the tarmack. Folding up the file she lay it back down looking up. ‘Great here I am, it this all but dead airport waiting for some, buzz cut, jarhead, army brat…’ she stopped her internal complaining as the doors were opened by a pair of flight attendants. There was one couple that came off the plane, the co-pilot then the pilot and nothing. Her lips pursed as she stood. It didn’t seem like anyone else was coming. “Well, that’s just perfect…” She muttered as she turned around gathering the things she had brought with her. Her Uncle had probably changed the flight and failed to mention it to her. With a huffed breath she blew her bangs away from her forehead. Crouching over to pick up the sign that said “Wayne” on it which now lie on the floor.
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 26, 2005 13:39:13 GMT -5
“Tower, this is F-14 Tango Charlie, height 8000 feet, 5 miles inbound, three down and locked, request a varsity play for the deck.” “Roger that Tomcat you are cleared for runway two.” Bruce’s privately owned fighter jet made its way to the non-commerical flight deck, the landing gear down. After a squeal of rubber, some smoking tires and a taxi into the open bay, Bruce Wayne unhooked the chest harness. He snapped a few switches on the control board before reestablishing a COM link to the control tower. “Tower, I have cleared the runway and taxied into landing bunker B. Thank you for the assist, over.” “Roger that Mr. Wayne. Welcome to Smallville.”
He unzipped the flight suit, tossing it alongside the helmet into the cockpit, running a few digits though his dark hair before making his way to the main building. He unzipped the Black IAF flyer jacket, and neared the waiting area. It was pretty obvious who he was waiting for, he recognized Chloe at once from the research he’d done on her. Likely she was expecting a uniform-donned straight-lacer. He was used to the stereotyping. “You must be Chloe Sullivan,” he prodded. “I apologize if I’m a little late I was hawk circling for a while there before I got my clearance.”
He stood before her wearing somewhat lax attire; a black flight jacket, white t-shirt and jeans and a pair of worker boots. His hair was slightly damp from perspiration, and slightly longer than it had been during his years in military school. Now that he was doing post-grad work he didn’t have to abide by the strict code of dress. He held his hand out for the young lady, as a greeting and to help her back into a vertical stance. “Bruce Wayne,” he offered his name, hoping it would clear the confusion.
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Post by Clark Kent on Oct 26, 2005 21:56:59 GMT -5
“Thanks for dinner mom. Here, Wally and I will clean up.” “Don’t worry about it Clark. I can handle it. Or make you’re father clean it up. Hm, Jonathan.” Martha Kent smiled. She was a good woman with a warm heart. Of course she also knew her son. Knew his secrets and the ones of the young boy who’d joined them. Clark just smiled as the trio of them were shooed out of the kitchen and dining area. “Clark man, can I use your phone?” “Go ahead Wally.”
Clark tried not to ease drop, but with super-hearing sometimes it was hard to turn it off. Most of the time he heard everything. It sounded like something was up with Wally. Back home. A few moments later he came back out with everything packed, one look and Clark knew. He was leaving. “Thanks for dinner Mrs. K. I’ll see you guys around.” “I’ll be right back, Linda. Mom.” When Wally got going it was hard for even him to catch up. By land Wally was the fastest, in the water, Clark had a new acquaintance by the name of A.C. or Arthur Curry. By air, it was him. But Catching Wally West was a tough act. “Wally, what’s going on.” “ Clark, not like I wouldn’t stay if I could. All the lovely girls that seem to flock around you…I have to go. You understand. Won’t be long. Nothing ever is. Catch you later.”
Clark sighed as he let the wooden and screen door close behind him. Martha was finishing up drying her hands on a dish towel when she looked up to her son. Wally was gone once again. They boy couldn’t seem to stay any one place for a long period of time. But maybe when you move so fast it was hard too. Leaning against the counter Martha paused a moment. “Clark, I think I left some of my paperwork at the Talon. Would you be a dear and go pick them up. Should be in the back room. And maybe you could give Linda here a lift home. It was very nice to meet you dear.”
--- The blue truck was driving down the empty streets of Smallville towards the center of town. Where most things were. A place like Kansas, with a town like Smallville the sidewalks usually rolled up pretty early. His mind raced with questions. But how was he going to ask them. How could he. Without reveling his secret. Without knowing really who she was. Was she someone out to get him? They were all the things mulling in his mind. Just a few more blocks and they’d be at the Talon. “Thanks for letting my stop by here first, Linda. So how long have you been in Smallville. I don’t think we’ve met before. Where are you originally from?”
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 26, 2005 22:34:54 GMT -5
Chloe rolled her eyes as she shoved the paper under her arm. If this was her uncles idea of a joke, it wasn’t very funny. The only arrival gate open was now closed. It was empty, cold even. With a sigh she paused, there were a pair of shoes next to her. Perhaps one of the security guards. “Don’t worry. I’m leaving…” “You must be Chloe Sullivan. I apologize if I’m a little late I was hawk circling for a while there before I got my clearance.” She stopped tucking the paper file under her arm as blue eyes scanned up now from the shoes to the face of the young man now standing besides her. There was a conscious though on her part to make sure her mouth didn’t fall open.
Another man came walking down his sneakers squeaking as he walked. Catching up to the man now in front of her. “Sorry about that wait. Nice flying though. It’s just not every day we get a jet like that into Smallville.” “Jet?” She could feel her eyebrows arch with the acquisition. While the other man departed on his way. Was that a sheepish look she caught on his face. Chloe was beginning to think that her Uncle Sam hadn’t told her nearly enough. Of course had she know earlier she would have done her homework.
“Yes, I’m Chloe.” She took his hand as she stood straight up looking him now in the face, rather than the angle she had before. He was defiantly not what she was expecting, when her Uncle had called her up. “Nice to meet you Bruce. Wait. Bruce Wayne? As in the Gotham City, Waynes?” Chloe had spent sometime in Metropolis working at the Daily Planet. And she loved the ability to go and read back issues of news papers. Finding interesting things. Like her wall of weird. One story had struck out to her. A double murder in Gotham. Billionaire family. The Waynes. Responsible for a lot of good in Gotham, which was a dark city by most peoples standards. Now for once, she was at a loss of words.
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 26, 2005 23:26:33 GMT -5
“Jet?”
“I guess your uncle didn’t tell you that I’m doing my post-grad work in flight school. Though the Tomcat is really just an old relic I resurrected. Flying always has been a passion of mine, ever since my father took me up in his Sandpiper. Mom was never crazy about the hobby. I think she just worried too much. Dad was a bit unconventional.”
Bruce could read the expression on her face. She was awestruck at the tidal wave of news; First that of him flying in on his own, and then the realization of exactly who he was. He offered a sheepish grin.
“Nice to meet you Bruce. Wait. Bruce Wayne? As in the Gotham City, Waynes?”
“The one and only - although it has been along time since I’ve been back to Gotham. Boarding school and my extracurricular actives has me a bit homesick. – Not that I begrudge being here in Smallville… it just…”
Bruce looked to the ground feeling a bit embarrassed. “Did you want to talk about all of this over some room service? If General Lane neglected to tell you I was flying in personally and exactly who I am, I’m sure that you’re in need of a full debriefing…” He offered his arm to the intrepid young reporter, his eyes of piercing blue peering into her soft doe-like eyes without a hint of malice. In fact if there was any look in his eyes it was that of inquisitiveness. "I must admit. You're not what I expected. And I find that very refreshing."
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 26, 2005 23:58:24 GMT -5
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only did he fly in alone on his own jet. It was a classic, ones that weren’t seen anywhere but Air force Museums, and the like. Now it really took some effort for her jaw not to drop open in the gaping gawk she wanted to have. Then a smile pulled against her lips. “And here I thought my Uncle was playing a joke on me.”
Her expression softened as she shifted her weight. Listening to him talk about home. Not having been back. She could have stayed in Metropolis, one day she might even go back, but for now Smallville was home. “Not that I begrudge being here in Smallville…it’s just…” “Not home. Must be rough though. The memories. Seeing your parents murdered… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, it’s just…I read those articles when I was in Metropolis interning at the Daily Planet.” Chloe bit her bottom lip. Barely a few minutes with her and she went on one of her spouting off information at him. Information he already knew. She looked away as Bruce looked to the ground.
Her eyes danced up for a moment to met his. Yes, he was defiantly not what she was expecting to walk into this airport. Did you want to talk about all of this over some room service? If General Lane neglected to tell you I was fling in personally and exactly who I am, I’m sure that you’re in need of a full debriefing…” “I think there’s a lot my Uncle didn’t debrief me on.” A smile grew once again on her lips as long bangs brushed against her forehead. Her gaze was perhaps just as inquisitive as his was. “So, they teach you how to talk fast and read people? Or does that come naturally?” With the folder her uncle had sent her tucked under her left arm, her right looped into the crook of his bent arm as she looked up to him. “Well, let’s go. My car is just outside. Any luggage?”
As the pair started to walk she turned her face his direction. "I must admit. You're not what I expected. And I find that very refreshing." Her shoulder bumped into is and she smiled once again. "Well, since were being honest here. You're not at all what I was expecting. I'll let you in on a little secret too, I'm glad you're not what I was expecting." Her other hand dug some into the pocket of her jeans for the keys and the automatic clicker for the red convertable she was currently sharing with Lois.
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 27, 2005 0:34:50 GMT -5
Seeing your parents murdered…
The phrase always made him remember.
Pearls. That was what his mind’s eyes latched onto first. The Waynes fell like the broken string of pearls around his mother's neck. Young Bruce's eyes were twin pools of darkness that night. He remembered how warm her hand had felt in his, safe despite the shadows that grew near. As they lay dying in that alley Bruce had watched as the beads spilled across the street.
Chloe’s voice regained his attention and he swallowed the memory down under the mask of what people expected of Bruce Wayne.
“So, they teach you how to talk fast and read people? Or does that come naturally? Well, let’s go. My car is just outside. Any luggage?”
“The curse of a perpetual student. I never do know when to stop pushing for answers.” Bruce walked with her to the parking lot, pausing at the door as she questioned about luggage. “Oh if I know Alfred I’m sure my hotel room has more than what I’ll need for my stay here in Smallville. Try as I might to keep that old codger from overtaxing himself. I don’t know what I’d do with out him. And I know that old bat would have a heart attack if he thought I’d forgotten that sometimes I’m required to actually pass for a Wayne.”
The got in a rode in silence for a while, Bruce seemingly content to ride in Chloe’s commonplace vehicle regardless of his pampered upbringing. The hotel wasn’t anything to write home about, but it offered everything that Bruce was after. Before long he and Miss Sullivan were walking into his room and he wasn’t wrong. Alfred had already taken the liberty of setting up a few things, along with a few bouquets and a rolling tray of dinner that looked as though it had arrived minutes before them.
“And here I thought I was making a good impression.” Bruce sighed. He knew just how this looked. Bringing a beautiful girl up to his room, a romantic dinner already set for two… candles and flowers. Internally he winced. He wasn’t exactly the best with girls and although he knew Alfred had the best of intentions he knew that this scenario screamed that he was playing her.
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Post by Chloe Sullivan on Oct 27, 2005 1:25:00 GMT -5
Instantly after she’d said it, she regretted it. It was like saying the wrong thing about Lana Lang to Clark Kent. Internally she was reprimanding herself for it. That journalist instinct of trying to find the answers. Sometimes it worked like a charm, other put her in situations that a normal un-nosy person would never have had to face. If she hadn’t found out as much as she did. She wouldn’t have had to fake a death. Go into hiding. Which brought Lois to Smallville in the first place. “Bruce, I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a little carried away.”
Finally she was over the initial shock. Rather than getting a normal army brat, she got a well educated, good looking billionaire. Then she had spent time around Lex Luthor, but she was already making the distinctions between both men. So when Bruce started talking about his butler having everything set up for him, she wasn’t much surprised. Of course she half expected something like that. Well, now at least. “Are you kidding? He sounds completely sweet. Cares a lot too, if he goes though that much trouble for you. Lets face it. Most of us stop getting that treatment when we start becoming independent.”
Chloe knew exactly where he was staying. She was sure he’d stayed in much more in his life, but for a place like Smallville it was nice. Then again the most extravagant place in the whole town was Luthors. Idly she wondered if the men had ever met, knowing Lex as she did, it wouldn't be hard to put the two men together. The majority of the ride was in silence as the gravel of the parking lot ground under the car tires as it came to a stop. Closing the door Chloe ran a hand through her short bobbed hair. Moments later they entered his room.
“I have to say I’m impressed.” Eyes scanned the room. Flowers. Candles. Dinner. Any girl would have swooned with such a notion. She caught a glance of Bruce as he moved in further into the room. It was hard to read for a moment. Almost if he felt awkward about it. She moved up behind him and gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. “Like I said, he seems sweet. Don’t worry too much about it. I won’t hold anything against you for actions of a gallivanting butler.” Chloe set down the file and the small purse on a chair and started to removed her jacket. It wasn’t like trying to get feelings from a farm boy. She’d had such a thing for Clark. Maybe it was the whole boy-next door thing. Nothing much came of it, and she moved on. Now she was one of privileged few who knew his secret and she was fine with that. Bruce seemed different, she just hadn’t quite pin pointed it yet.
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Bruce Wayne
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My anger outweighs my guilt.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 27, 2005 14:03:37 GMT -5
Being a multibillionaire had its perks; the jet being just one of the many. He wasn’t kidding when he confessed that Alfred really did have the best of intentions. But it was hard to have anyone see him as anything but a rich kid who exploited his parent’s legacy. Smallville was a refreshing change to the backbreaking load he’d put on himself. Ever since Bruce started his life as a perpetual student he was sure about one thing. Life certainly did not have him looking in the direction of his father’s company.
“I have to say I’m impressed.”
“I just… heh…” he rubbed the nape of his neck, “didn’t want you to think that I.” he sighed tossing the jacket onto the bed. “This is getting awkward.”
“Like I said, he seems sweet. Don’t worry too much about it. I won’t hold anything against you for actions of a gallivanting butler.”
Immediately Bruce was glad that he’d been paired up with Chloe instead of her cousin Lois. She was easygoing, soft on the eyes and completely empathetic to Bruce’s overzealous butler. He pulled out a chair for her, waiting until she was seated before widening his eyes in mild self-conscious exasperation. “Well now that you’ve seen me royally put my foot in my mouth. Let’s see what we can do about rectifying my reputation. I’m not here as a representative of the US military, most of my post-grad work is finished and I have a few months to work on my dissertation on Geological Science. What really has me intrigued with Smallville is the 2nd meteor shower. They say lightning never strikes the same place twice and I find this abnormality to be unfathomable. When your uncle found out I was writing my thesis on the possible risk of prolonged exposure, he said you were something of a local authority on the topic.”
Bruce removed the metal lid on his plate, glad that Alfred had at least done one thing to his liking. It wasn’t the grandiose meal that he had been apprehensive to force Chloe to suffer though for sake of politeness. Out of respect for his company, Bruce did not eat as per his usual methods. Normally he was so ingrained to the militant lifestyle he would soundlessly, in an almost mechanical fashion take bite after bite barely tasting the food; just knowing he needed the protein. He could hear Alfred’s voice in his head. ‘Do not cut up more than three bites at a time. Napkin folded in half in your lap, not in your shirt. Elbows off the table... Master Bruce, really you know better then that… Soup should be spooned away from you!’
He smiled, looking over to Chloe. From under the dark locks of shadowed brown, Bruce Wayne was handsome enough to give any girl butterflies in her stomach. As he smiled and looked down for a second, his dimpled revealing a boyish charm he normally kept hidden. “I’m sorry I’m rambling on and on and I’ve managed to overshadow something very important.” He paused, securing his gaze on her. “Would you like something to drink?”
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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 Oct 27, 2005 14:50:08 GMT -5
Richard pulled off to the side of the road as Lois had told him to do. "So this is the place..." he smirked a bit before pulling the seat belt off and begining to get out of the car. Eyes glanced through the dark windows of the Talon and his brows rose "Closed..."
He spoke too soon as it was Lois with the key in her hand and they were in. "I always seem to talk too soon when it came to you LoLa..." his personal nickname for Lois Lane sliped out and for a moment he felt her eyes on hm. Scratching his neck he felt odd and a bit unwanted, but then the lights turned on and he felt at home in this cozy diner.
"Huh... turkey is fine... and coffee sounds great." he settled at the bar and sighed softly. He felt so out of place yet so at home at the same time... thats how he knew he was the outcast of his family. "Great discount indeed..."
“I know this isn’t the most glamorous of places, but I was guessing you didn’t want to deal with a whole crowd of people.” she knew him way too well... waay tooo well.
"Yeah crowds have been everywhere lately... afterall the Whites lost their heir right?" he sighed slightly before cracking his neck. "Lois... I miss him..." everyone knew how close he and his brother was, but no one knew they were best friends-no one knew Richard felt only loved by his older brother... Jerry... and now he was gone.
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Post by Linda Lee Danvers on Oct 27, 2005 18:42:56 GMT -5
Everything was well and cooked and they all sat at the table. This was so refreshing really, the whole atmosphere of everyone. It made her miss home, made her miss her parents. All of them. She glanced about every once in a while as she ate. The conversation was friendly and inviting enough. Innocent to say the least. There was a few laughs, especially thanks to this Wally guy. And when dinner was done it wasn't the last of the feelings either. It was magical really.
"Thank you so much for dinner Mrs. Kent. It was really delicious." Linda smiled at the woman who thanked her for the compliment as well and before long Clark was offering that Wally and himself clean up. But that was to no avail as the woman laughed so brightly in her own warm way and shooed all three of them from the room. She followed the other two boys whom seemed to know eachother very much more than she knew any of them. It probably would have made a girl feel like a third wheel in a way, the outcast out, but it was different from that. Very different. Suddenly Wally needed the phone and Clark was after him.
She had concentrated her own little talents away from anything that might have been said on the phone or to the other boy, there was alot of talk going on in the kitchen between the Kents. Something odd about the way they talked about Clark, so cautious in a way but that all changed to a sudden romantically friendly feel and it put a smile on Linda's face really. Her dad and mom weren't like that anymore, no they were slightly a little more fryed apart thanks to recent events. A thought that made her a bit down, but thats why she was here with Grams right. She was going to let them have their space so they can refind themselves. Hopefully they did and hopefully they liked it here too, because the atmosphere in the small little town of Smallville Kanses was great to Linda, it reminded her of alot of good things from the past.
Linda sat calmly at the kitchen table when she walked back into the room. The Kent's of course greeting her as warmly as ever. They were so very nice, Linda found herself growing fond of them. "So Linda...how are you enjoying the summer vacation so far?" Linda smirked at the question as she pressed some of her blonde tresses from her face. "Oh it has been great thank you for asking Mr. Kent. I really like Smallville, it's a really nice place. And it's nice to see my Grams again. I hope my parents like it here and decide to stay. You folk are so very nice." " I hope so to darling." came the warm sound of Martha Kent's voice before Clark reentered the room. "Clark, I think I left some of my paperwork at the Talon. Would you be a dear and go pick them up. Should be in the back room. And maybe you could give Linda here a lift home. It was very nice to meet you dear." "Oh no it's alright.I mean I can call my Grams to pick me up..I don't want to be a bother." " Oh nonesense dear." Linda just couldn't argue with Martha Kent at all, and she figured not many could either. Clark and Linda exited the house but not without her saying a most thankful good bye and hoping to see them again soon.
The blue pick up that housed the two was making its way towards the city and this Talon place. She remembered it sort of, she drove by it for a moment and only remembered that it was a diner. It looked quaint enough. The drive unfortunatly was a bit tense, it seemed they both had alot on their minds. More so towards eachother anyways, and Linda sat silently just watching out the window. Not as much in an open posture as usual. There was just something so familiar about Clark that she had on her mind. Why did he resemble Jor-El so much? Could Kal have survived? No that was nonesense Kara. Utter nonesense.
Clark was the first to open up the doors to conversation with a pretty normal and simple question really. "Thanks for letting my stop by here first, Linda." When he spke Linda was pulled from her trance and she turned her head to allow her to look at him. A smile in well place as he spoke and she answered as well normal as she could. " Of course. I have some time before my Grams really starts worrying and well this will give me a chance to get a good look at the town." but the next question made her hesistate a bit in her answers. She had to think carefully, at least for now. "So how long have you been in Smallville. I don’t think we’ve met before. Where are you originally from" What to say? She couldn't tell him where originally originally, she didn't know him well enough and he might think she was crazy. She had to keep her secrets for now, she couldn't tell him just yet about Argo City, or Krypton. "I've only been here for well, actually I just got in today. I'm visitng with my grandmother for now, though I'm not sure how long that is going to be for. My parents are on some retreat in Canada trying to reconnect with eachother. It's nice to see a new place though. I'm actually originally.." don't pause to long Kara! " from a little town not far from like this own. Midvale in Idaho. What uh..about you? Have you lived here all your life?"
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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 Oct 27, 2005 19:10:16 GMT -5
“So how are you holding up? I know that it must be terrible for you… Really if I can do anything. Life doesn’t move that fast here in Smallville, so I think I f\can fit you into my schedule.” Lois winked, grabbing up another fold of turkey just as the front door opened. “I’m sorry, but we’re closed. I was just-” She started to explain but the sheriff cut off her words. “Did you two arrive in the car that is parked outside registered to a Mister White?” “Yes..?” Lois cut in, “What is this about?” “Mr. White… I’m afraid I have to place both of you under arrest.” “What I don’t understand..?” “Miss Lane,” the cop said, recognizing her, “As a friend of the Kents I’m going to offer some advice. Don’t say another word until you talk to your lawyer.”
Lois turned to Richard, with a shocked look on her face. “Richard?” The cops came around the counter, claming her hands behind her back. The handcuffs clinched tighter Lois was dragged roughly toward the door. A million things ran though her mind. Who was going to lock up the Talon? What this was all about? And lastly, why Clark Kent was pulling up to the curb. “Clark!” she called out to him as the truck came to a halt. “This isn’t what it looks like you mom said I was allowed to-” Lois was under the impression that she was being arrested for breaking and entering. It wasn’t until her eyes caught sight of the car being hefted into the tow truck that she saw the giant dent, the splash of blood, shattered windshield, and …gods was that brain-matter?! Her eyes widened into twin orbs of shock as to what twilight zone she’d fallen into.
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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 Oct 27, 2005 20:28:03 GMT -5
It had been a month and he had finally raised enough courage to come and tell her. Now he was in the middle of all this drama, he had only been here for a few hours! Eyes rested on the sandwich before him, however as he went to speak, the door was opened.
"Sorry we're clos-" but Lois was shut down before anything could even really come out of her mouth. She started to explain but the sheriff cut off her words.
“Did you two arrive in the car that is parked outside registered to a Mister White?”
“Yes..?” Lois and Richard cut in but Lois continued, “What is this about?”
“Mr. White… I’m afraid I have to place both of you under arrest.” Richard instantly stood, however his body was tackled from behind and suddenly he felt a forearm putting pressure on the back of his neck. Great, he'll be in jail-though it wasn't like his parents would notice anyway, he doubted they even knew he was gone.
"What the hell!" Richard instantly faught before feeling a club to the back of his head, his body went limp as he was handcuffed and pulled up by two deputies. The men snorting about his weight.
“Clark!” Lois called out to him as the truck came to a halt. “This isn’t what it looks like you mom said I was allowed to-” yet Richard could only hear all this in the distance. He was paying attention to the fact he was being dragged towards a police vehicle.
"Wha-what's going on...?" he questioned softly as the deputy snorted again.
"You city types, thinking you can get away with anything, even murder out here cause we're a small town..." Richard's limp body was thrown in the back of a squad car, his eyes closing as his head hit the opposite door. He was so confused, and ready to cry, yet he held it in. First Jerry, now this.
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Livewire
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You're on air with Leslie at night!
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Post by Livewire on Oct 27, 2005 23:13:09 GMT -5
After a good night's rest, her eyes rolled slightly as her hand hit the alarm hard in the motel she was staying at. The snooze went off after another five minutes and her hand grabbed the entire clock and threw it against the wall. Standing slowly Leslie scratched her head and headed to the shower.
All she could think about at night was about the fact there might be superhumans here. How weird. She shuddered at the thought as she entered the bathroom. However, as she stripped slowly, she couldn't help but think someone was still watching her.
Later that day, Leslie and her camera man had done a lot of editing on her protest from the previous day. Finally it was ready to go, yet it was way past dinner time. "Damn... this shit takes forever..." Will groaned as he stretched, the stomachs of both growling slightly. "What the hell... go out to dinner Les?"
Her head shook, she needed to find a reason to stay here longer. "I wanna listen to the police scanner... see what's going on." Leslie stretched herself as she slowly stood. Her stomach growled once more before she finally gave, not to mention the puppy dog eyes she was getting from Will helped to change her mind. "Fine... we can listen to the scanner on the way..."
Together they took off towards the innards of the city... looking and listening for anything. It wasn't until 10:20pm that she heard the police on the walkie talkie. "All points bulletin out on a Mister Richard White, driving a new Silver Mustang GT, license place RWhite8. If found be very cautious, suspected of murder." What her luck! A big time city guy here in SmallVille and with something like that as well. "Roger that, this is outfit 680 we found the mustang, seems to have broken into the Talon and is helping himself to some goods... we need backup."
"We're heading to the Talon!" Leslie grinned as she started to climb into the back of the big van and get tape into the camera and her microphone working. The van stopped right outside of the Talon as police officers blocked everything off, the mustang being towed as they exited the van.
Looking into the camera, Leslie put her hand to her ear. "This is Leslie Willis, channel 7 news. We are outside a small diner in Smallville, where the Animal Testing Protest had just taken place just a day before. It seems the only surviving Heir to the White Fortune from Metropolis is being arrested for murder." Leslie glanced at the store just as Will zoomed closer. Just at that moment, Richard was tackled. "It seems young Mr. White isn't taking this easily and is going with a good fight. Cops just brought the multimillionaire son, of his own doing, down with force." Turning back to the camera, the ever-energetic Leslie cocked her head. "It seems Smallville wasn't small enough for this killer to hide in."
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