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ᶜᵃˢˢᶤᵃᶰ ᵃᶰᵈᵒʳ ([personal profile] contacts) wrote in [community profile] xistentiaooc 2017-12-03 11:02 am (UTC)

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[ lois is disoriented, to say the least. one moment, she was walking into the daily planet's building. the next? fire, sand, salt and snow in the air. she blinks, blinks again, trying and failing to make sense of it all, and pushes onto all fours and then onto her feet.

she's a reporter, and a damn good one. it doesn't have to make sense yet, but she can figure it out. having a purpose helps keep the panic at bay.

what helps even more is seeing a familiar face — though the familiar face belongs to someone who is dead. still, he looks like clark and sounds like clark. he can't be. (she wants, so desperately, for it to be him.) ]


Clark? [ her voice doesn't tremble, but it's a close thing. ]

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