just_muse_me :: 24.2.4 Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
[ooc: Clone = perfectreplica. BRB, playing mad scientist.]
That son of a bitch.
She thought she'd destroyed the only clone Lex had ever made of her, but here she was, staring at herself. Sure, maybe there was a chance she had a look-a-like out there that she didn't know about, but here, in Metropolis? What were the odds?
Lana watched the woman from the safety of her car. It was like looking back in time. She wore her hair long like she had for most of her life. She seemed so carefree, her smile bright and a bounce in her step. If this was her clone, she must not have a different set of memories. After all that had happened to her, Lana could never be that innocent again. It was almost sad to think about.
The sound of a horn brought her out of her thoughts. Right, Lana, you're still in the street. And having coffee at a nearby cafe apparently.
Looked like she'd be busy after lunch.
That son of a bitch.
She thought she'd destroyed the only clone Lex had ever made of her, but here she was, staring at herself. Sure, maybe there was a chance she had a look-a-like out there that she didn't know about, but here, in Metropolis? What were the odds?
Lana watched the woman from the safety of her car. It was like looking back in time. She wore her hair long like she had for most of her life. She seemed so carefree, her smile bright and a bounce in her step. If this was her clone, she must not have a different set of memories. After all that had happened to her, Lana could never be that innocent again. It was almost sad to think about.
The sound of a horn brought her out of her thoughts. Right, Lana, you're still in the street. And having coffee at a nearby cafe apparently.
Looked like she'd be busy after lunch.