Chloe Sullivan is hacking your email (watch_tower) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-08 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), anna, chloe sullivan |
Who: Chloe Sullivan and Anna
Where: In Chloe's Housecar
When: Sarturday night, shortly after her arrival.
What: Anna reassuring Chloe she isn't crazy.
Warnings: Maybe swearing?
Status: Closed, Ongoing.
Her head was still spinning, one second she had been standing at the Watchtower, being accused by Clark of kidnapping her own cousin, and the next her heels were digging into dirt. Before she could really take a good look around some guy who introduced himself as Art, who looked and sounded like a scumbag, was talking to her about her healing powers and then she stopped listening because the guy said something about her being in 1935. Not only did he somehow know about her meteor infection, but he seemed to think she had been teleported to the wrong century. Even as she was handed things and shown around, Chloe kept trying to figure out if she had, somehow hit her head or touched some kind of kryptonian crystal that she wasn't aware of. She had paid attention to enough of what the man had said to realize she was in some kind of circus, though, and that she was supposedly one of the acts. Well, he was obviously insane. She might have been through a lot of weird things in her life before, might have dealt with aliens and monsters, even ghosts. But there was absolutely no way she was in 1935. Whoever got Lois must have gotten her too, they must have gotten in her head somehow, drugged her with a toxin that was causing her to hallucinate. This, right now, was the little sanity she had left before this thing pulled her in completely. Before they managed to get her wherever they wanted her to be, probably something Zod wanted to do. Or worse, Tess. She had to fight it, no matter what and as much as she hated it, if she was stuck in some underground LuthorCorp lab, there was only one person that could hear her. She looked around the filthy housecar that was supposed to be her 'cozy home' in 1935 that was filled with all kinds of scraps and junk and dropped the clothes and items the man had handed her along with her tabled that she was still holding, on top of something that looked like what was left of an exploded cannon. With a shake of her head, she closed her eyes and tried not to focus on her surroundings, no matter how real they looked, she knew they weren't and she couldn't let herself believe they were or she would slip and that was what they wanted. Once she managed to calm herself down some, she took a long, deep breath, filling her lungs to full capacity before yelling, "CLARK!" as loud as she could. She hated having to resort to him, especially right after arguing with him, but if Lois' life was in danger, she knew it wouldn't mater. |