Post by Lois Lane on Aug 14, 2015 23:12:09 GMT
Lois drank the final dregs of her coffee and dumped the cup into her metal mesh bin where it rested on the dozen cups already there. Returning her focus back to her computer, Lois resumed typing.
Lois frowned and stopped typing. 'Another tale of woe in a City of seemingly constant sorrow'?? Lois pushed the backspace button down hard. No. No. No. No. Checking her wrist watch she saw that it was well after midnight. Perry would just have to wait. There was no way this article was getting written before she'd slept. Lois picked up her lucky pencil and it assumed the position of being chewed. Her desk lamp was the only light on in the office. She was working in the Gotham Gazette building whilst she was staying in Gotham. The plan had been for her to only stay for two weeks yet due to everything happening in Gotham, Perry had forced her to stay longer. Lois dropped the pencil on the desk and stood up from the rickety chair. Her temporary office was tiny. It had just enough space for her desk, chair, bin, coat stand and a large, almost dead, potted plant.
Lois pulled up the blinds on the office window and let the moonlight in. Lois didn't like Gotham City but had to admit...it really was beautiful. It felt as though every building had gargoyles on each rooftop corner. The rain seemed to never stop but it somehow suited the foreboding nature of the City. It wasn't like her home City of Metropolis where the sun was always shining. Checking her phone, Lois felt even more homesick. Jimmy had sent her a snapchat of Cat Grant tripping on a power chord and dropping her protein shake down herself. Lois snorted with laughter and rolled her eyes. She also saw that Smallville had sent her a text. Lois couldn't help but smile. It was a simple message stating how she was missed. Simple yet effective.
A noise in the office broke her moment of quiet bliss. Lois stepped out her small section and into the main hub of the news floor. Bud Furillo had stumbled out of the lift. Lois groaned to herself. Bud Furillo was a waste of a desk. He was the worst reporter Lois had ever encountered. Bud seemed pretty frantic as he scrambled to his desk. He noticed Lois as he pulled a remote from his desk drawer.
No matter what you may think of Gotham City, you cannot dispute the fact that the past month has been one of it's most dramatic in recent years. Since terrorists almost consumed the City three years ago, the people of Gotham have been rebuilding their City. This month saw them hold their annual 'Grey Knight' Festival. During this event, tragedy struck with the deaths of John and Mary Grayson. A young boy was left without his parents and it seemed as though he would become yet another tale of woe in a City of seemingly constant sorrow. However, it would appear that he has been given a lifeline in the form of a not so dead Billionaire. The news that has rather swept the sadness of the deceased circus performers under the rug, is that of the return of Bruce Wayne.
Lois frowned and stopped typing. 'Another tale of woe in a City of seemingly constant sorrow'?? Lois pushed the backspace button down hard. No. No. No. No. Checking her wrist watch she saw that it was well after midnight. Perry would just have to wait. There was no way this article was getting written before she'd slept. Lois picked up her lucky pencil and it assumed the position of being chewed. Her desk lamp was the only light on in the office. She was working in the Gotham Gazette building whilst she was staying in Gotham. The plan had been for her to only stay for two weeks yet due to everything happening in Gotham, Perry had forced her to stay longer. Lois dropped the pencil on the desk and stood up from the rickety chair. Her temporary office was tiny. It had just enough space for her desk, chair, bin, coat stand and a large, almost dead, potted plant.
Lois pulled up the blinds on the office window and let the moonlight in. Lois didn't like Gotham City but had to admit...it really was beautiful. It felt as though every building had gargoyles on each rooftop corner. The rain seemed to never stop but it somehow suited the foreboding nature of the City. It wasn't like her home City of Metropolis where the sun was always shining. Checking her phone, Lois felt even more homesick. Jimmy had sent her a snapchat of Cat Grant tripping on a power chord and dropping her protein shake down herself. Lois snorted with laughter and rolled her eyes. She also saw that Smallville had sent her a text. Lois couldn't help but smile. It was a simple message stating how she was missed. Simple yet effective.
A noise in the office broke her moment of quiet bliss. Lois stepped out her small section and into the main hub of the news floor. Bud Furillo had stumbled out of the lift. Lois groaned to herself. Bud Furillo was a waste of a desk. He was the worst reporter Lois had ever encountered. Bud seemed pretty frantic as he scrambled to his desk. He noticed Lois as he pulled a remote from his desk drawer.
"Lane!? Haven't you seen the news?"
Bud switched on one of the large TV screens that hung from the ceiling. The news appeared showing images of Vice-President Richard Thyme. As the report went on, Lois felt her jaw drop. Thyme was dead! Assassinated at a charity event in Budapest, Hungary. He'd died several hours ago but it had been kept under wraps whilst the secret service controlled the situation. It was reported that the assassins are dead but that a flying woman was seen soaring above the City shortly afterwards. Bud switched off the TV.
"A Vice-President assassinated and flying women. What's the world coming to Lane? At least we know it's not just Gotham that's gone crazy."
Lois absent mindedly nodded when it dawned on her what time it was. Most of America would be asleap. They wouldn't know that Thyme was dead for another 6 hours or so. Springing to action, Lois ran to her desk and phoned Perry on his emergency line. He had forbidden anyone from calling him after 10 on that line unless there was a news story worthy of him getting out of bed, getting dressed and driving to work.
"Goddam it Lane! Do you have any idea what time it is!? You're across the Bay, not in a different time zone."
"Perry, the Vice-President has been killed."
"...Let me get dressed..."
"Perry, the Vice-President has been killed."
"...Let me get dressed..."