alive in the superunknown
WHO || Lois Lane (loisfuckinglane ), Dean Winchester (obiwanning ), Chloe Sullivan (herohag ), and Sam Winchester (tearsandtildes )
WHAT || As promised, Lois goes to rendezvous with that guy she met... in jail. Chloe disapproves of her cousin's classy life choices, while... Sam does the same re: Dean.
WHERE || Shady Pines Motel / The Talon
WHEN || A little after 5:30pm After this.
Chloe might think her taste in men was a little bit skewed, but her cousin's inability to see the angles was something that was always going to separate them. There was a potential story in this, Lois told herself as she adjusted her lipgloss in her rearview mirror - a little too quickly, requiring her to rub some vigorously off her front tooth with her tongue. She gave herself another once over in the reflection of her driver's side window when she climbed out, satisfied that she looked, well, less like a hooker cowgirl at least.
Though considering this guy's attitude, he might count that as a definite step down.
She rolled her eyes to herself as she walked at a clipped pace towards the doors of the motel, but a tiny secret smile cut up the corner of her lip. She appreciated his verbal jousting, that was all, and she knew that where there were a pair of guys coming into Smallville and getting arrested within the day, there was potential for something juicy for any reporter willing to dive into the fold.
She marched straight up to room 112's door and rapped on it a few times loudly.
MEANWHILE
Sam pulled the crumpled list out of his pocket, glancing up and down the main street of Smallville. As far as small towns went, it looked like any other, really. A lot of the businesses were closing up by now, but he'd managed to make the rounds during business hours, playing the FBI agent game at the places where some of these missing folks had worked. Now he'd have to start hitting houses, talking to families, that kind of thing. He wondered how Dean was doing on his half of the list - he'd practically kicked him out of the motel earlier, which really didn't bode well. He frowned, and tried to veer his thoughts off from whatever - or whoever, more likely - Dean was doing right now.
For now, he wanted to at least write down some notes about what he'd heard so far, hoping to find some kind of pattern in the stories he'd been given. So far, the only thing extraordinary was how little was out of the ordinary about any of these people. He decided to park in a coffee shop, given that it was one of the few places that would stay open past 6 around these parts. He took a seat at a table off to the side, drawing out his laptop from his briefcase, and ignoring the looks he got for being dressed in a suit in a small town diner. People had probably already been talking about the FBI making the rounds. That kind of talk tended to travel fast in a place like this.
WHAT || As promised, Lois goes to rendezvous with that guy she met... in jail. Chloe disapproves of her cousin's classy life choices, while... Sam does the same re: Dean.
WHERE || Shady Pines Motel / The Talon
WHEN || A little after 5:30pm After this.
Chloe might think her taste in men was a little bit skewed, but her cousin's inability to see the angles was something that was always going to separate them. There was a potential story in this, Lois told herself as she adjusted her lipgloss in her rearview mirror - a little too quickly, requiring her to rub some vigorously off her front tooth with her tongue. She gave herself another once over in the reflection of her driver's side window when she climbed out, satisfied that she looked, well, less like a hooker cowgirl at least.
Though considering this guy's attitude, he might count that as a definite step down.
She rolled her eyes to herself as she walked at a clipped pace towards the doors of the motel, but a tiny secret smile cut up the corner of her lip. She appreciated his verbal jousting, that was all, and she knew that where there were a pair of guys coming into Smallville and getting arrested within the day, there was potential for something juicy for any reporter willing to dive into the fold.
She marched straight up to room 112's door and rapped on it a few times loudly.
MEANWHILE
Sam pulled the crumpled list out of his pocket, glancing up and down the main street of Smallville. As far as small towns went, it looked like any other, really. A lot of the businesses were closing up by now, but he'd managed to make the rounds during business hours, playing the FBI agent game at the places where some of these missing folks had worked. Now he'd have to start hitting houses, talking to families, that kind of thing. He wondered how Dean was doing on his half of the list - he'd practically kicked him out of the motel earlier, which really didn't bode well. He frowned, and tried to veer his thoughts off from whatever - or whoever, more likely - Dean was doing right now.
For now, he wanted to at least write down some notes about what he'd heard so far, hoping to find some kind of pattern in the stories he'd been given. So far, the only thing extraordinary was how little was out of the ordinary about any of these people. He decided to park in a coffee shop, given that it was one of the few places that would stay open past 6 around these parts. He took a seat at a table off to the side, drawing out his laptop from his briefcase, and ignoring the looks he got for being dressed in a suit in a small town diner. People had probably already been talking about the FBI making the rounds. That kind of talk tended to travel fast in a place like this.