Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 17:40:08 GMT -4
Blüdhaven. A city whose failed efforts to transform itself into a manufacturing and shipping center left it open and vulnerable to syndicated crime. The stories often state that culturally and financially, Gotham City had always overshadowed Blüdhaven, and that the city has a worse crime rate than Gotham. Not unlike Gotham, organized crime syndicates always dominated Blüdhaven. The sun had long set behind the western side of the Industrial sector by the docks; the sky had already darkened down to indigo when she rolled in. Lois cut the headlights of her jeep as she got closer letting the vehicle roll into a slow stop. Lois killed the engine and hopped out. Glancing down at her watch she realized she was early.
As she stepped out onto the street, she spotted a knott of dealers at the corner pimpimg their wares. Little plastic twists, baggies and vials palmed to clients with practiced flicks of their wrists just as cash vanished into adjacent pockets...seamless. It would never be her choice place to hang out on a Saturday night or well any night really but her job took her on some unsavory places. It was an ongoing joke with people at the Planet; 'Lois Lane was not happy or inspired unless she was wearing a flak vest or skulking around back alleys looking for a story'. And they weren't too far from the truth. She liked exposing corruption and crime; gave her a satisfying feeling and exposing crime often came with the potential to get one shot at or worse so in many ways those people weren't wrong. Still the place unnerved her and saddened her all at the same time.
One would think she would be used to all this by now, but no, not really. How does one get used to watching people waste away? How does one get used to watching the corruption eat away and erode at a city and its people? One doesn't. Or well Lois couldn't. It was after all why she stuck her neck out countless times to try and make a difference in this world; try and cut off the corruption one article at a time. She wasn't superpowered like those that protected the cities and vigilantly watched over them but even the super powers needed a little help some times and that's why she was here tonight; to try and help a certain superpowered individual get to the bottom of what was behind the Joker's super strength. Of course it figures her leads pointed her to the lower city; the seedier parts that many didn't actively seek but rather avoided.
The area she walked by wreaked of the pungent scent of vomit, human refuse, blood, sex and liquor. The area belonged to the destitute, the useless and the unwanted; all of these a dangerous combination because these were the people with little to nothing left to lose and that made them unpredictable, dangerous. Some would just as much kill her for her for her jacket as they would for looking at them. She should have been scared off but she wasn't. Scared and with rapid heart thumping fear yes, but she was not going to let it bully her into turning back. No, she was in this for the long haul and so with a deep breath she simple stayed her course and waited for Clark.
Impatiently in the cover of shadow at the mouth of an alley Lois waited for her partner in crime to show up just as a young girl in a plaid mini; white thigh highs and ankle breaking heels waves at every passing car; a Lady of the Evening. Down here Lois figured there was not much these wretched souls could hang on to, once they've parceled out flesh, honor and innocence the rest of their virtues just went out the window; there's nothing else. When faced with limited options to survive there becomes a very fine line on what a person is willing to do to stay alive.
Lois watched as the young girl entered the passenger seat of a darkly tinted sedan. She wanted to cross the street and drag the girl out of the car by her hair and explain to her the rules; Lois had actually started to make her move to cross. You NEVER get in their car, not in this part of town, but the door slams shut, black glossy paint shivers from the force and the car rounds the bend.
~Too late to do anything now.~ her heart sank. Lois placed her hands into her pockets and watched the street kids, adult predators and the vagabond lot weave their way through the backstreets on their wasteful quests to self-destruction. Leaning against her jeep, face shadowed lightly by the hood of her jacket, Lois looked up into the sky. Darkness still covered it and the only light across the indigo heavens was a fat partial moon belly up shedding silver light; the stars drowned out by the incessant glow of the city's lights. And movement at her periphery caught her attention.
"Clark?" she asked turning in the direction of the movement, her heart jackhammering at an alarming rate.
As she stepped out onto the street, she spotted a knott of dealers at the corner pimpimg their wares. Little plastic twists, baggies and vials palmed to clients with practiced flicks of their wrists just as cash vanished into adjacent pockets...seamless. It would never be her choice place to hang out on a Saturday night or well any night really but her job took her on some unsavory places. It was an ongoing joke with people at the Planet; 'Lois Lane was not happy or inspired unless she was wearing a flak vest or skulking around back alleys looking for a story'. And they weren't too far from the truth. She liked exposing corruption and crime; gave her a satisfying feeling and exposing crime often came with the potential to get one shot at or worse so in many ways those people weren't wrong. Still the place unnerved her and saddened her all at the same time.
One would think she would be used to all this by now, but no, not really. How does one get used to watching people waste away? How does one get used to watching the corruption eat away and erode at a city and its people? One doesn't. Or well Lois couldn't. It was after all why she stuck her neck out countless times to try and make a difference in this world; try and cut off the corruption one article at a time. She wasn't superpowered like those that protected the cities and vigilantly watched over them but even the super powers needed a little help some times and that's why she was here tonight; to try and help a certain superpowered individual get to the bottom of what was behind the Joker's super strength. Of course it figures her leads pointed her to the lower city; the seedier parts that many didn't actively seek but rather avoided.
The area she walked by wreaked of the pungent scent of vomit, human refuse, blood, sex and liquor. The area belonged to the destitute, the useless and the unwanted; all of these a dangerous combination because these were the people with little to nothing left to lose and that made them unpredictable, dangerous. Some would just as much kill her for her for her jacket as they would for looking at them. She should have been scared off but she wasn't. Scared and with rapid heart thumping fear yes, but she was not going to let it bully her into turning back. No, she was in this for the long haul and so with a deep breath she simple stayed her course and waited for Clark.
Impatiently in the cover of shadow at the mouth of an alley Lois waited for her partner in crime to show up just as a young girl in a plaid mini; white thigh highs and ankle breaking heels waves at every passing car; a Lady of the Evening. Down here Lois figured there was not much these wretched souls could hang on to, once they've parceled out flesh, honor and innocence the rest of their virtues just went out the window; there's nothing else. When faced with limited options to survive there becomes a very fine line on what a person is willing to do to stay alive.
Lois watched as the young girl entered the passenger seat of a darkly tinted sedan. She wanted to cross the street and drag the girl out of the car by her hair and explain to her the rules; Lois had actually started to make her move to cross. You NEVER get in their car, not in this part of town, but the door slams shut, black glossy paint shivers from the force and the car rounds the bend.
~Too late to do anything now.~ her heart sank. Lois placed her hands into her pockets and watched the street kids, adult predators and the vagabond lot weave their way through the backstreets on their wasteful quests to self-destruction. Leaning against her jeep, face shadowed lightly by the hood of her jacket, Lois looked up into the sky. Darkness still covered it and the only light across the indigo heavens was a fat partial moon belly up shedding silver light; the stars drowned out by the incessant glow of the city's lights. And movement at her periphery caught her attention.
"Clark?" she asked turning in the direction of the movement, her heart jackhammering at an alarming rate.