Well, not from around here perse. *chuckles and waves to a chair* I tend to travel alot. In this odd little nexus we find ourselves you coudl say I'm from the mutant side of thinsg.
*grins* I may have to take you up on that offer sometime.
There are a lot of unusual people around here. I don't think it's a bad thing. It's nice everyone can come together in one place, despite their differences. At least I think so.
I'm just catching up on a month's worth of lost time. I... had an accident. Well, it wasn't an accident--and those responsible have been caught. Still, I am feeling a little out of the loop. Thank God I found Inman--I tell you, he's excellent.
Well, I guess you could say it started in October--I'd written a story that landed a bunch of gangsters in jail for dealing cocaine. Closed case, end of story, so I thought.
Well, apparently we didn't catch all of the Scorpions--that's the name of the gang. There were a few of them who were not too thrilled I'd landed their leader in the Big House. They got their hands on some motion-sensitive explosive and planted them in an old warehouse.
Then I got an anonymous tip about a month ago. Someone said they had information for me, and to meet him at this warehouse. When I arrived, no one was there. And as soon as I stepped inside, it... went off. *wrings her hands nervously*
*stands up to go get coffee, returns after a minute or two*
That seems like a rather extravagant plot to take out a reporter. They obviously are not the brightest, should be easy to take out the remainder *looks contemplative for a moment*
So you, a warehouse full of explosives, and...? You seem to have come out rather well...*encouraging smile*
Well... They certainly aren't the brightest, that's for sure. It wasn't too hard to track them down. And besides, they seem to forget Superman live in Metropolis, and he is also a close personal friend of mine.
*smiles* I am doing much better now. But then... it wasn't so good.
Superman heard me scream when the building exploded and he got me out--I was in bad shape, but fortunately the way the walls fell, I was beneath an air pocket so I wasn't crushed. Superman resuscitated me and brought me to the hospital where I was comatose for almost two weeks. When I woke up, I had amnesia. It was really strange--I thought I was the main character in the novel I'm writing.
'Wanda Detroit'--that's her name in the novel--is a down-and-out nightclub singer. Her life certainly is interesting... she's got a good boyfriend and a no-good ex.
Unfortunately I had it all wrong when I woke up--I thought my boyfriend was the no-good ex, and I thought that my ex was the good one. Does that make sense? *looks puzzled* Sorry... it's confusing.
At any rate, poor Clark--my boyfriend and partner at the Planet--took me home with him, but I ran away to *cringe* go sing at nightclubs. That was after 'Wanda' hacked about six inches off of my hair. You can imagine how I reacted to that once I came out of amnesia... *laughs* At least it's funny in retrospect.
*smiles and continues carefully* Superman has been thanked. Many times over. This wouldn't be the first time he's gotten me out of a tight spot. I did used to have a huge crush on him. But it was really more of a fantasy, you know? What I have with Clark is real. Superman and I are still good friends.
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*holds out a grey skinned hand* Raven.
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Nice to meet you, Raven. I'm Lois Lane. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. Although... maybe you don't have the Planet where you're from.
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I haven't seen you before. Are you from around here?
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I've met quite a few mutants, believe it or not. Aliens, too. *smiles*
I'm dating one. *she almost slips up and says it out loud*
What do you do for a living?
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Me? Oh, what ever suits my fancy and talents. Need anyone to gather information? I'm a very good source...
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There are a lot of unusual people around here. I don't think it's a bad thing. It's nice everyone can come together in one place, despite their differences. At least I think so.
I'm just catching up on a month's worth of lost time. I... had an accident. Well, it wasn't an accident--and those responsible have been caught. Still, I am feeling a little out of the loop. Thank God I found Inman--I tell you, he's excellent.
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Care for anything to drink?
Accident? Enlighten me...
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Well, I guess you could say it started in October--I'd written a story that landed a bunch of gangsters in jail for dealing cocaine. Closed case, end of story, so I thought.
Well, apparently we didn't catch all of the Scorpions--that's the name of the gang. There were a few of them who were not too thrilled I'd landed their leader in the Big House. They got their hands on some motion-sensitive explosive and planted them in an old warehouse.
Then I got an anonymous tip about a month ago. Someone said they had information for me, and to meet him at this warehouse. When I arrived, no one was there. And as soon as I stepped inside, it... went off. *wrings her hands nervously*
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That seems like a rather extravagant plot to take out a reporter. They obviously are not the brightest, should be easy to take out the remainder *looks contemplative for a moment*
So you, a warehouse full of explosives, and...? You seem to have come out rather well...*encouraging smile*
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*smiles* I am doing much better now. But then... it wasn't so good.
Superman heard me scream when the building exploded and he got me out--I was in bad shape, but fortunately the way the walls fell, I was beneath an air pocket so I wasn't crushed. Superman resuscitated me and brought me to the hospital where I was comatose for almost two weeks. When I woke up, I had amnesia. It was really strange--I thought I was the main character in the novel I'm writing.
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Does the main character of your novel at least have an interesting life?
That is...serious. Though, on the upside, you had what was the name..."Superman" in an intimate situation, though pity you didn't remember.
You owe him a thank you card at least *nods*
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Unfortunately I had it all wrong when I woke up--I thought my boyfriend was the no-good ex, and I thought that my ex was the good one. Does that make sense? *looks puzzled* Sorry... it's confusing.
At any rate, poor Clark--my boyfriend and partner at the Planet--took me home with him, but I ran away to *cringe* go sing at nightclubs. That was after 'Wanda' hacked about six inches off of my hair. You can imagine how I reacted to that once I came out of amnesia... *laughs* At least it's funny in retrospect.
*smiles and continues carefully* Superman has been thanked. Many times over. This wouldn't be the first time he's gotten me out of a tight spot. I did used to have a huge crush on him. But it was really more of a fantasy, you know? What I have with Clark is real. Superman and I are still good friends.
Is there... someone special in your life, Raven?
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Hair's nice tough. Least this "Wanda" had taste.
*grins into glass* There's abit of denial and misdirection in taht sentence...what are trying so hard for me not to know?
*blinks and glances towards a picture frame* No, no one for awhile.
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