Endless Epitaph

Xander had a map of the city on his tackboard. Marked was spots that Joker had hit in red pins and blue pins marked every place Xander could think of that the Joker could possibly hide out.

Closed amusement parks mostly.

Xander paced back and forth looking at the the possible locations. Trying to figure out where he could be.

He wished to be smarter. Like Sherlock Holmes or some other genius detective. They'd look at the board and have it linked and figured out in no time. But it was being figured out by Xander. So the process would be a lot slower.

"Alright Xander...close your eyes and take a breath."

He did it and looked at the board carefully.

"If I were a homicidal clown...where would I go?"

One blue was surrounded by red. On the other side, a blue with very little blue pins.

He did a search on the property where there were few pins. Instinct would say go with the most pinned area. Xander decied on the opposite. Why? Because it'd be the last place a cop would look.

"Yahtzee," Xander said as he found a popular amusement park that had been shut down for a while due to renovations.

Xander got into his gear and gathered some supplies as he waited, hoping Lois would arrive soon. Looking at his watch, he decided to give her about an hour before heading off on his own. Because the clock was ticking.

The Players : Lois and Clark
Where : Metropolis, KS
When : February 3rd, 2009
Rating : Its Clark.
Notes : A talk. Its needed right?

Clark was focused on the police blog as Lois was on the phone, but that didnt mean he couldn't hear what she was saying. He wasn't eavesdropping because he'd never use his powers like that. But on this end of the conversation the guy she met in Chicago was asking her to come back to help her with something.

And it involved the Joker. Which made him worry about Lois.

The last time she was in the vacinity of the Joker, Clark had to blur his way over to Chicago to save her. Odds are he'd have to do that again. He didnt want anything bad to happen to Lois. But her suddenly leaving put thier already delayed talk on hold.

They were supposed to meet the night before but Lois got called out on a story and Clark had to do some rescues. So, they both agreed to wait until after work tonight. But with her leaving, Clark decided to take some initiative. He still had no clue what he felt or was going to say. But he knew he wanted to talk to her before she left.

Clark gave her time to get home before going over to her place. He just hoped they could talk before she had to get to the airport.

Taking a deep breath Clark knocked on Lois' apartment door.

The Players : Xander
Where : Chicago, IL
When : February 3rd, 2009.
Rating : PG-13, but could go higher. Depends on what goes down.
Notes : Forget notes, just give me some cowbell.

The day started out fine.

Xander had a good breakfast, worked out for a bit. He was starting his new job at The Tool Box, a local hardware store and home decour place, in a few days.

After the death of his boss from the bar, it was closed by his family who had no interest in owning a bar. So he and his friends were out of a job. It was just as well, Xander mostly worked there for a lack of anything else available at the time.

But when he got home from the grocery store, that’s when things took a turn.

He placed the bags on the counter and turned the police scanner on, he often listened to it, just in case anything sounded supernatural.

Wished it were this time. But it wasn’t.

The scanner went off with a loud siren sound. And it only took one sentence to give him pause.

“Attention all units, attention all units. We have a 187 at Hailey’s Comics. Suspect is a male, green hair. Believed to be the Joker and his accomplice Harley Quinn. All units be advised…suspect is armed and very dangerous. Proceed with caution”

187…Xander raced through some of the police codes he had written down so he’d recogonize them. He stopped cold when he realized 187 was a murder.

“Alli…” Xander whispered to no one but with fear in his voice.

He dropped the eggs he had been holding to the ground as he raced out of the apartment and headed to the comic book shop. It was about a mile away from his place. No way would he get near that place fast with all the commotion that would be surrounding the place.

It took about ten minutes, but he got there. Crowds were gathered around the barricades trying to see what was going on. Whispering to each other what they heard.

( Read more... )

The Players : Chloe; somewhat opened to other SV characters and stuff. See note below.
Where : Chloe's apartment above the Talon
When : Um... In the middle of the day? Nothing specific here.
Rating : PG-13, at most.
Notes : I guess this is really meant to be a narrative, but I thought it might be kind of neat if she checked her answering machine and has messages from her friends or something, wondering if her and Jimmy are okay. So... feel free to comment to this post with a message from your kid to Chloe. :)


( After at least a few weeks, Chloe Sullivan-Olsen was finally home. )

The Players : Lois Lane, Xander Harris. (Closed)
Where : Chicago, Illinois.
When : January 25, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R for language.
Notes : So, yeah, Lois Lane is in Chicago. Go, Lois! Or something to that effect.

“Chloe…” Lois Lane sighed as she listened to her cousin complain about one of the nurses that was watching over her new husband. “I know she’s a bit nuts, but she means well. Remember, I put up with her while you were,” Lois hesitated, unsure how discuss Chloe’s kidnapping from some kind of beast at her own wedding, “away. But she’s not that bad. Really. I’m sure you and Jimmy can survive Nurse Netty Nightmare.” She paused and heard Chloe’s sigh in resignation. Finally. Lois was pretty sure Chloe just wanted to vent in general and the nurse was a good target. Lois was thanking god Chloe was in Star City with her new husband and she wasn’t. She hadn’t minded being there for her new cousin-in-law, but she knew it was Chloe that needed to be there, not her.

A few minutes later and Lois was finally allowed to end the conversation and was left alone in her hotel room and staring at her cell phone that now sat on the nightstand. After everything that had happened, and didn’t happen, at Chloe’s wedding to Jimmy Olsen, Lois was a bit relieved to have been given the chance to go to Chicago on assignment. Jimmy had nearly died but the doctors in Star City had saved the newlywed so he’d at least been alive when Chloe had escaped from the clutches of her mysterious and monstrous kidnapper. To think, that was just the most important part of the night besides the wedding itself.

Lois shook her head with a scowl. “Snap out of it, Lane. He’s not going to call.” Of course not, why would he? There wasn’t any point. It was just a fluke. After all, it wasn’t as if she and Clark had actually kissed. Sure, there had been a moment where she thought- She’d been so sure… And then the moment was shattered. But even then she’d allowed Oliver to get her hopes up. But then more disaster struck and after she’d left from Jimmy she hadn’t heard from Clark Kent since. Not call, no messages, not a text. Figured. “Hot fudge and halibut.” She muttered. It could never work anyway. She’d just be a placeholder or second place and Lois Lane was no one’s second choice. When she got back to the Daily Planet she’d just be sure to make it clear. They were just friends and coworkers. That was it.

Thinking of work, Lois realized she had to finish her article if she ever intended to do anything fun later. She was in Chicago doing a fluff piece on some archeology discovery that had made it’s début in the states in the Windy City. It wasn’t all that interesting to her, but it kept her from going back to Metropolis and at the moment that was fine in her book. She gave her phone one last wistful look before getting to work. After this she was so heading out as Lois was pretty sure she deserved a drink for her troubles.

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It hadn’t taken long for Lois to decide where to go that night. There was a bar not far from where she was staying and it had looked decent enough, and as long as they served something decent, Lois would be fine.

She walked into the bar and after a subtle look around the room she headed for the bar and took a seat. She was dressed casually, hoping that no one decided that she would be their choice for a quick pick up. Lois just wasn’t in the mood for it. She wasn’t wallowing in self pity; she just didn’t want to deal with the hassle of shooting some drunk down.

“I can’t believe the bus just hit him like that!”

The reporter’s attention was caught for a moment as a couple of people were talking nearby. Lois attempted to look nonchalant as she eavesdropped on their conversation.

“I know, I swear the bus practically came out of nowhere. The guy was a dick though. He kind of deserved it.”

“Still, it was pretty gross. I hear they’re still scraping him off the pavement. You think that chick he was with needs a shoulder to cry on?”

Well, that was disgusting, Lois thought. Even at her worst she was pretty sure she wasn’t that tactless. Not while sober anyway. Speaking of which, she lifted her hand to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, can I get some service here?”