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Post by lois on May 27, 2011 20:24:10 GMT -5
Lois' heels clicked against the floor as she made her way down the hallway. She had just arrived at work, bright and early as always. The cup of coffee in her right hand was her savior. Mornings were not her favorite time of day at all. All around her, men and women were already buzzing around the office. Phones were ringing off the hook and computers were humming, having just been turned on after what was surely only a couple hours of down time. A blurry-eyed young man ran past her, stumbling before jumping into the elevator. From what her hazel eyes took in, he had probably spent the whole night infront of one of the computers, editing or finishing up some story. Lois smiled to herself as she recalled the sleepless nights she had spent putting the finishing touches on a piece. Thank God those days were over.
Having arrived at her own office, Lois pulled open the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief as the door closed, dulling the constant noise of the main floor. She took a sip of her coffee as she slid gracefully into the soft rolly chair behind her large oak desk. Lois spun around to face the huge window that made up the wall behind her desk, giving her an amazing view of the bustling city that was Metropolis. She crossed her legs and took another sip of the warm liquid before smiling again, a rare occurance for her this early in the morning, unless a certain blue eyes Hero was in her presence. "What do you have for me today, Metropolis?" she asked aloud, scanning the city and the hundreds of people passing below.
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 28, 2011 6:46:09 GMT -5
Knock knock.
Jacob was tired. He was aggrivated. And now he was going to have ask questions to some scatter brained reporter about some murder he didn't even care about. Well, he cared about the reward. Not the victim.
Lois Lane.
That name sounds familiar. Where is it from? Whatever. That isn't his job. Jacob glanced over his shoulder before Lois answered the door. The Daily Planet was a busy newspaper. More busy then Gothams' police station, and Gotham was a scum-riden wasteland of a city. He put on his best friendly face for the reporter.
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Post by lois on May 28, 2011 11:43:59 GMT -5
Lois paused mid-sip as she heard a knock at the door of her office. Had it been anyone well acquianted with the reporter they would've just let themselves in so Lois assumed it wouldn't be a familiar face waiting behind the door. She set her coffee down on her desk and pulled herself out of her chair, straighting her black pencil skirt and purple blouse before making her way across the office to open the door. She thought it better to greet the stranger this way, rather than calling out that the door was open and to just let themselves in. Professionalism was somewhat important to her as a reporter and making a good impression to a potential associate was definitely important.
When she reached the door, Lois opened it slowly, trying to get a look at the man standing on the other side. His look and demeanor screamed law enforcment of some kind, she was sure of that. She recognized his face but couldn't place a name with it, which meant he was not from Metropolis' police department. Lois made it her business to know the detectives and local police. Having connections there meant she got a lot of first hand information from a reliable source before anyone else did. "Good morning, sir. My name is Lois Lane, is there something I can help you with?" She hated the way those words sounded, she wasn't some secretary afterall.
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 28, 2011 20:11:31 GMT -5
Jacob nodded at her greeting. "Hello, I'm Detective Jenkins of the GCPD. I think you should sit down." He told her, scanning her. She was gorgeous, in the same level as a supermodel. His type. Maybe when this was all over he would ask her out to diner or something. Hopefully she wasn't in a relationship.
"One of your co-workers was found murdered, a gunshot to the head, yestarday. Jeremy Dirama." He told her, his best fake-grim face on him. He didn't care about this really. Just the cash reward. "His journal suggested you and him had a relationship..." Jacob paused, his eyes moving up and down Lois. "But someone of your... Appearance wouldn't have a relationship with a 40 year old.
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Post by lois on May 28, 2011 20:52:32 GMT -5
Lois raised an eyebrow when Detective Jenkins said he was from Gotham's police department. That explained why she didn't recognize him. "It's nice to meet you Detective. By all means, come in then." Lois opened the door wider and motioned for him to follow her to her desk. Her hazel eyes didn't miss the way he was looking at her. It was a common occurance and Lois had learned to let it go. She had eyes for only one man.
She sat back down in her chair and listened intently as the Detective spoke. Lois hadn't known anything about Jeremy's death, so the news was a little bit of a shock. The next part of Dectective Jenkins' sentence caught her even more off guard. Lois had known Jeremy at the office but and that was as far as their relationship had ever gone. She wasn't into older men and Jeremy was definitely not her type. He'd dropped hints and hit on her a few times but Lois had made it clear she wasn't interested. That hadn't stopped him apparently. "I'm sorry to hear that. Mr. Dirama was an asset to the Daily Planet and I'm sure he will be missed but I can assure you, Dectective, I was not involved with him in any way, romantically or otherwise."
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 28, 2011 22:55:37 GMT -5
Jacob listened intently, nodding a few times as she spoke. He reached into a inner pocket of his trenchcoat, taking out a small dollar store notepad. "This was his journal. There are several entries talking about a life with you. He seemed to be obsessed with you in some way.' He explained, throwing the notepad onto the desk. There were several pages marked with sticky notes in chicken-scrabble. If you inspected it closer you could read pages of Lois Lane fantasies and obsessive behavior. Jacob could see why a man would feel this what, but to this extent? Really, get a life. At least have the guts to ask the woman out.
"Perhaps you found out about this, decided to end him once and for all?" Jacob said. He stared straight into her face, looking for any deception. He hoped this wasn't the case, but, you can't let affection for a suspect 'affect' your work. He continued; "I am not trying to point fingers, but you are the only one with a motive."
The case had seemed like such a great task that the MCPD had flown in detectives from GCPD, KSCPD, and various other towns.There was a whole task force dedicated to this. The government had called all this, and most detectives were suspicious something was going on, but, Jacob just cared about all the bonuses he was going to get when this was over. All the overtime he could use to get a penthouse with a rooftop pool.
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Post by lois on May 29, 2011 4:16:30 GMT -5
Lois stared at the journal and listened to the Detective's words with disbelief. She'd only spoken to Mr. Dirama a couple times and never had she given him any reason to believe she was interested in him. It was common knowledge within the office that Lois and Clark had become exclusive so none of this made sense to her at all. Lois picked up one of the pencils that was laying on her desk and flipped open the journal with the end of it. "Obsessed seems to be an understatement." The entries in the journal disturbed her to the point that a cold chill ran down her spine. Apparently, she and Jeremy were meant to be, in his mind anyway. After scanning only a couple of the pages, Lois set the pencil down and exhaled the breath she'd been holding in.
His next words didn't come as a shock. Lois had a feeling that he might be heading in this direction. She turned her gaze to his, looking him dead in the eyes as she spoke. "Detective Jenkins believe me when I say I had no knowledge that Mr. Dirama felt like this about me. He'd hit on me occasionally but I never, ever went out with the man, one because I've been seeing someone and two, he was definitely not my type." And that was the truth. Lois hadn't even known Mr. Dirama was dead before this conversation.
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 29, 2011 8:21:50 GMT -5
"Obsessed seems to be an understatement." Jacob let out a brief nod at this. It was true, the man was a psychopath. He recalled some of the journal;
July 27, 2008
I see Lois and Clark, and I know what is happening. One day I will go up to that four-eyed little (The writing was unrecognizable for a bit). I would make him choke on those glasses, then me and Lois can get married and we can start a family and...
The whole book was that, also there were some sexual references. Jacob was sure Lois had seen some, but didn't know if she was talking about that or not.
"Detective Jenkins believe me when I say I had no knowledge that Mr. Dirama felt like this about me. He'd hit on me occasionally but I never, ever went out with the man, one because I've been seeing someone and two, he was definitely not my type." Jacob listened, slightly frowning when he found out she was with someone. That was the only thing he gave a real reaction to, aside from nodding.
"Can your partner vouch for that? Do you usually get 'hit' on at work? Why would you never tell your employer. That is classified as sexual harassment. I have seen men cry themselves to sleep because they hit on a girl and got 5 years." He said, all in quick succession. He exaggerated on a few of details, but who cares. He was trying to break the girl. Well, the best he could on the field. "Where were you on the night in question." He asked, leaving out the night in question accidentally. He tried to stay calm and stone faced. Maybe that was a good tactic. Knock the suspect off their guard. He would have to share this back at the station.
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Post by lois on May 29, 2011 12:31:42 GMT -5
Lois had seen enough to know the Jeremy Dirama was a sick man. The sexual references she had seen had made her stomach churn and roll with disgust. The reporter was actually starting to feel quite nauseous from the entries that kept replaying her in mind. It was sad how few truly good men there were left in this world. Lois reached down for her coffee cup and took a small drink of the black liquid.
Her hazel eyes widened a little as Detective Jenkins began quickly rattling off questions. She'd heard countless Detectives do the same thing. Lois took a deep breath and kept her face as calm as possible. "Everything I've told you has been true so yes, my partner Mr. Kent can vouch for that. And I never thought much of Mr. Dirama's attempts to hit on me. They were feeble and a waste of my time." Lois had never thought much of the man she was being questioned about. She was far too busy with work and her own personal life to let Jeremy Dirama even cross her mind. At his next question, Lois paused for a moment. "I'm assuming the night in question is the day before yesterday? If so, I was with Mr. Kent."
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 30, 2011 16:04:13 GMT -5
Jacob thought about her answers. He didn't think she was lying. Why would she. She had all the things going for her. A beautiful face, a partner, probably a lot of money. He stared at Lois for a long time. "Listen. I am going to be frank with you. Have you or have you not had a... A friendly relationship with Superman." He asked her. He smiled slightly to himself. It was a wonder his face wasn't natural all stony. His job made him do it almost 24/7. Some people had told him it was handsome on him, but, Jacob thought he was naturally handsome. Any expression could win a girls attention. Not all the time ladies, but girls nonetheless.
Before she could answer, he made his way to the door. "We'll call you." He told her, opening it and looking back at her. "In my opinion, you're a fool for trusting a vigilante." This was his honest opinion. He thought they were the lowest of the low, and should be arrested for their 'deeds.'
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Post by lois on May 30, 2011 19:19:13 GMT -5
Lois sat back in her chair as she waited for Detective Jenkins to speak. She wondered what his take on the whole matter was. Lois had been with Clark the night Mr. Dirama was killed. They'd had dinner and then spent the evening at her apartment. Nothing too exciting but that was just fine with the two of them. A quiet night spent together was an accomplishment for them seeing as Clark was forever being called away for one reason or another. She was brought out of her thoughts of the other night when Detective Jenkins spoke. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips when he questioned her about Superman. "I guess you could say I have a friendly relationship with the Man of Steel. He's rescued me more than a few times but he's more the strong silent type." Lois chuckled a little at her own joke. There was more truth behind that than the Detective knew.
The chuckling stopped when he made his opinion clear. One of Lois' biggest fears was a world without Heros. They were responsible for stopping just as many, if not more, major criminals than the police forces and most of the time the cops were happy to have the help. Sure, sometimes they caused structural damage to the cities but they were fighting to protect the very people who inhabited the area. They put their lives in danger trying to make this world better. Lois sat up in her chair and her face became one of seriousness. "We are all entitled to our opinions, Detective. But I would rather live in a world with Heros, than live in one without them."
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Post by jacobjenkins on May 30, 2011 19:27:10 GMT -5
Jacob walked back in, slamming the door shut. "Heroes kill more then they save! They make more villains then they save!" He screamed, at her, taking a stride so he was a few feet away from her. He clenched his fist, anger washing over him. He felt as though he wanted to hit her. That entirely depended on her reaction to him. He wasn't afraid to hit a girl. He had a good lawyer.
"Your 'Man of Steel' is a scam. We should send him back to where he came from. Hell." Jacob temple had a vein popping out of it from his anger. And he had a lot of that. Accidental deaths. The sons and daughters of those accidental deaths would come back to haunt the superheroes.
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Post by lois on May 30, 2011 20:33:05 GMT -5
Lois jumped with suprise as Detective Jenkins slammed the door. The shadows moving just outside the blinds stopped abruptly, having been startled by slamming door as well. A look of shock spread across her face as the Detective's anger became more and more pronounced as he spoke. Lois had not expected this outburst from him at all. She'd even held back the deffensive tone that had wanted to slip into her voice but that restraint was growing thin.
As he drew closer to her, Lois stood up from her chair and moved her face so that it was only inches from his. Her eyes burned with fury. Lois' heart had begun to beat faster as the anger she felt surged through. "Hell is where we would be if we didn't have Heros. I don't have to be afraid of getting mugged or beaten because thugs fear Superman. The world's peace of mind is protected by Heros and for that, I'm grateful." her voice was cold as ice.
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Post by jacobjenkins on Jun 1, 2011 18:01:22 GMT -5
Jacob lost it, and tried to push Lois against her desk. He took a step back, then started to run away. He knew his mistake. He was a cop, he wasn't suppose to hit people. Even woman. Hopefully she would keep her mouth shut and nobody would investigate. He might have to do some things he didn't want to, hurt some people he didn't want to.
"If you tell anyone about this I will hunt you down." He whispered to her before opening the door out of the office and trying to walk as fast as he could out of there. If she screamed, he would start running. She is a delusional reporter who is too into her love for Superman to function. That's what he will say.
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Post by lois on Jun 1, 2011 18:15:03 GMT -5
Lois fell backwards, knocked down by the force of his arms. Her chair rolled away behind her and she fell onto the floor, smacking her head against the edge of her desk. A cry of pain escaped her lips and her hand flew to her forehead. A small cut had opened up across it, blood ran slowly from it.
She heard Detective Jenkins rush towards the door. Lois grabbed the desk and used it to help her stand, keeping her hand over her forehead but looking him dead in the eyes as he spoke. A sneer of hatred passed over her face at his words. Lois didn't scare easily. Anger flowed hot through her blood as his words rang through her aching head. "You'll pay for that Detective. I'm not afraid of you." She doubted he heard her but she didn't care. Lois let out a scream of pain and hoped someone would stop Jenkins before he slipped out into the streets.
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