Dr Hal Emmerich (itsaliiiiiive) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-03 19:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent (comic), dr. hal emmerich |
who; Clark Kent & Dr. Hal Emmerich.
where; The Daily Press.
when; Uhh.. say morning-ish.
summary; Oh Clark, I'm sorry. You have no idea what kind of lunatic you have on your hands, now.
rating; Probably PG at best.
status; In progress.
edit; Yeah, so, last time Exxie posts something while trying to vacuum.. lol!
Even given Hal's usual absent-mindedness, it really wasn't hard to find the Daily Press building. A cab driver had been nice enough to give him directions, even if he'd been irked afterward that Hal wasn't using his services. .. That was all right; he'd try to make it up to the cab drivers of Los Angeles some other time. But really, he was trying not to use any of the money he'd, er, borrowed from some little government agency that would never notice it was missing. He didn't like taking things that didn't belong to him, even if it was for a good reason.
The clerk at the front desk didn't look too impressed with him, but then.. Hal wasn't a very impressive figure. Standing at just above five-and-a-half-feet, thin in a way that meant he forgot to eat and sleep and take basic care of himself, and dressed in wrinkled slacks and several shirts, a hoodie, and a jacket to fight the cold, with messy brown waves of hair that were going gray, he looked mousy and intellectual and perhaps a bit mad. His glasses, which he kept pushing up with a finger, and his clumsy, somewhat uncoordinated, overly expressive gestures didn't help the image. He was carrying a laptop bag, several folders, and a cup of coffee that had gone cold by now and he'd simply forgotten to put down when he'd left to come meet Clark.
He was trying to explain the mathematical equation which had allowed the Music of the Spheres to become a reality when the other man arrived to meet him, and the poor clerk whipped her head around to plead silently with Clark to take this madman off her hands. --Hal didn't notice the look, thankfully, or he might've wondered what it was about. As it was, he recognised Clark immediately, and approached, shifting his folders and coffee cup to shake the taller man's hand enthusiastically. "Mr Kent!" he greeted cheerfully, smiling, "It's so nice to meet you in person! Thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this."