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It was just what every business woman wanted: a killer view, a well furnished office, the finest alcohol and, of course, the most obvious thing -- an escape hatch for when you needed that extra quick escape from the authorities. Lucky for Lois that she’d been interrogated here and not the supply closet; Lois doubted Tess was so well prepared that she’d hidden a secret escape route behind the copier. Or maybe she did. It was hard to tell with Tess.
“I have got to get the name of her custom closet guy,” Lois muttered as she dropped the control on Tess’s desk and strode over to the- oh, shoot- chute. There were some things that Lois could deal with -- alien invasions, creepy kidnappers, Smallville’s unending dedication to plaid -- but there was one thing that she couldn’t deal with. One really, stupid little thing. “It’s just a slide, you love slides, Lois.”
Lois glanced down into the darkness, then looked skyward before she grabbed hold of the bar and swung her legs up on and over. She might hate it but there was no way she was backing down now. She had to do this to protect Clark.
“I hate slides,” Lois muttered before letting go and dropping down into the dark abyss. She managed to stop herself from squeaking as she slid quickly down the slide. Really Lane, damsel in distress much? Keeping her eyes open Lois felt the slide open up, revealing glimpses of lush, green trees and bright blue skies instead of the familiar, dark interior of the Daily Planet. “What the hell?”
Turning her head, Lois was so absorbed by her new surroundings that she had forgotten the one important thing about slides -- the fact that they had ends. Coming to an abrupt stop, Lois’s heel caught on the edge of the wooden slide sending her flying into the solid, warm shape of someone. Landing with a soft oof on top of her attacker (kidnapper, saviour, inquiring reporters needed to know), Lois groaned and struggled to get up onto her feet. What had the General always said? Oh yeah, time to go to work, Lane.
Brushing her hair out of her eyes, Lois glared down at the poor passerby and poked her finger into their chest. “Listen, buddy, I’m having a bad enough day as it is without being kidnapped. So, why don’t you just save the monologue and tell me where the hell am I?”
(OOC: Lois has just crash landed on your pup and on the island. Yay! It'll be traditional debut style and ST/LT is as always peachy keen!)
“I have got to get the name of her custom closet guy,” Lois muttered as she dropped the control on Tess’s desk and strode over to the- oh, shoot- chute. There were some things that Lois could deal with -- alien invasions, creepy kidnappers, Smallville’s unending dedication to plaid -- but there was one thing that she couldn’t deal with. One really, stupid little thing. “It’s just a slide, you love slides, Lois.”
Lois glanced down into the darkness, then looked skyward before she grabbed hold of the bar and swung her legs up on and over. She might hate it but there was no way she was backing down now. She had to do this to protect Clark.
“I hate slides,” Lois muttered before letting go and dropping down into the dark abyss. She managed to stop herself from squeaking as she slid quickly down the slide. Really Lane, damsel in distress much? Keeping her eyes open Lois felt the slide open up, revealing glimpses of lush, green trees and bright blue skies instead of the familiar, dark interior of the Daily Planet. “What the hell?”
Turning her head, Lois was so absorbed by her new surroundings that she had forgotten the one important thing about slides -- the fact that they had ends. Coming to an abrupt stop, Lois’s heel caught on the edge of the wooden slide sending her flying into the solid, warm shape of someone. Landing with a soft oof on top of her attacker (kidnapper, saviour, inquiring reporters needed to know), Lois groaned and struggled to get up onto her feet. What had the General always said? Oh yeah, time to go to work, Lane.
Brushing her hair out of her eyes, Lois glared down at the poor passerby and poked her finger into their chest. “Listen, buddy, I’m having a bad enough day as it is without being kidnapped. So, why don’t you just save the monologue and tell me where the hell am I?”
(OOC: Lois has just crash landed on your pup and on the island. Yay! It'll be traditional debut style and ST/LT is as always peachy keen!)