Lois Lane (i_report) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-05-12 12:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, clark kent, lois lane |
Questions (Clark)
"Why aren't you answering my questions?" Lois demanded, waving the slip of a note at the man sitting still so pleasantly behind the counter of the lobby. She didn't like it when people avoided her questions, especially when the answers were pertinent to information she needed to survive. Knowing she was irritated and being irrational, Lois sighed. Her free hand lifted and she pressed her palm against her forehead for a moment. She closed her eyes trying to regain herself.
A sharp breath, and her eyes eased open. The reporter offered the man a frown, placed the hand with the note in it against her hip and raked her other fingers through her dark hair. She recalled being in some Medieval-type world with Clark...she had been painting a portrait of Superman. And then she had woken up here in a room she didn't recognize. In a dress meant for strolling on the beach and lounging by the pool. Which, in itself, was confusing. Clark was on her mind but not important just then. Answers. She needed answers.
"Miss, if you're interested the buffet and bar area is quite delightful and it's just down the hallway," the man at the counter offered. His cheer was annoying and Lois shot him a look. "Thanks," Lois replied, trying not to snap. This wasn't the guys fault, she doubted he was the mastermind in all of this. He hadn't done this to her personally.
A huff of displeasure and Lois pulled her fingers from her hair and allowed her hand to drop the side appropriate. She needed to calm down and gather her thoughts.
Without a goodbye, Lois turned and marched down the hallway towards the buffet area. Curious, she pushed open the door and peered in to the area. It was vacant, which was what she expected. Of course it was empty. But now that she wasn't confronting the man at the desk, her mind finally did drift back to Clark. He wasn't her absolute favorite person but he was familiar. He resembled home and work...and maybe some form of hope and grounding. Her shoulders slumped some as she moved further into the area, brow creasing. There really wasnt anyone around to fire questions at, so the heat was beginning to diminish as quickly as it had come.