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Discussion in 'Pandora Town' started by Lucy Lane, Jan 13, 2018.

  1. Lucy Lane

    Lucy Lane DC Universe

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    @Elena Gilbert
    January 18th, Y7
    It wasn't like Lucy had never seen direct evidence of what happened to humans that walked home late at night. They ended up snacks of a hungry werewolf or worse. She'd been forced to stare directly at autopsy reports in her cases until her eyes could no longer focus, until she could see nothing but mutilated gore that once was a person, and yet, Lucy showed no fear (or sense of self preservation). As she rounded a corner at what was rapidly approaching midnight at least, all she bothered to do was wrap her coat tighter around herself and keep a brisk pace.

    It wasn't that she was stupid, more or less. She was far from it. What she was instead was overconfident. With everything she'd survived so far, it almost felt as if she were untouchable to danger, something she knew logically wasn't true and yet still found herself drifting towards unnecessary risks like these. She perfectly well could've taken a bus home or driven herself, but she'd found herself staying later and later at her office as her home grew more and more tense. Pandora's social climate continued to worsen and along with it, her family. It was why she preferred to walk -- to clear her head, to get some air, before she had to climb into bed with two women she was reasonably certain were growing to resent her.

    She should've called someone. She could've called Alex or Maggie to take her home and they would've done so in a heartbeat. Freya would've come. Kara would've come. Hell, she was reasonably certain even colleagues (good terms or no) such as McGill or Agent Romanoff would've came and picked her up without question if she claimed to feel unsafe.

    So in hindsight, it was her own errors that pissed her off most.

     
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  2. Elena Gilbert

    Elena Gilbert The Vampire Diaries

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    There were not, in truth, very many things about which Elena Gilbert could claim to care, any more. Not that she would care enough to claim it to begin with—it couldn’t be denied that existing without one’s humanity was an incredibly liberating experience. There were so many things average people practically drove themselves nuts caring about. Elena had been one of them—worried about school and money and boys and friends. So busy practically killing herself, more than once, just to keep them safe.

    Now, she had nothing to care about, save for her own survival. It was great.

    That said, she had been known to get… well, bored. Pandora was interesting enough in most respects, but there was only so much a young vampire could get out of lingering around local watering holes, picking out a few vulnerable humans to munch on. (Although it was considerably more difficult here than it had been back home—there had never been straight up aliens in Mystic Falls, at least not so far as Elena was aware.) So, while local politics didn’t really concern her (even where compulsion failed, her strength and speed worked just fine), she did snack on some pretty little secretary who worked for that judge—Froyo or something (wait, that was frozen yogurt, but it was something like that), who seemed to have a grudge against ‘superhuman menaces to society’.

    That was enough to, at least marginally, pique her interest. It wasn’t as if Elena had anything better to do, not really. Sure, Caroline was around, and had apparently flipped her own switch some time after Elena’d been brought into Pandora, but that meant she just wasn’t as fun to mess with. (At least she wasn’t gonna try forcing a cure on Elena any time soon, that was a definite bonus.) Plus, it wasn’t as if she didn’t have time to go poking around, compelling information out of a few easy targets (like one might expect of anyone with an anti-superhuman agenda, it seemed like most people who worked with him were just plain humans), and eventually she came upon a case that seemed to have made recent news and had at least some potential to stir up a shitstorm.

    She also got a name.

    Lucy Lane wasn’t overly cautious, it seemed—it was late at night, well after dark, and she was walking home alone. Either brave, or very, very stupid. Or maybe a mix of both.

    That worked perfectly to Elena’s advantage, of course. She doubted if there was even anyone around to hear this woman scream—she could compel her not to, of course, but that would just suck so much fun out of everything.

    “You’re that lawyer, aren’t you?” Elena asked, stepping from a shadowy alcove and into view, just far enough away from Lucy as to, she suspected, avoid sparking immediate suspicion. Not that pulling a gun, or whatever she might have, would help her now. A light smirk played about her lips, and it might almost have seemed warm and playful, were it not for a certain… deadness in her eyes, not that it was necessarily easy to tell in what dim lighting was provided by moonlight this late. Elena took a few steps forward, tilting her head as she studied her quarry.

    “Interesting case. Must’ve been easy, pinning a monstrous act on a monster like that.” She didn’t even need to fake disdain—werewolves were gross. “Bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you—putting a dangerous beast away.” She was practically purring by that point—what fun was there in having a midnight snack if she didn’t get to play with it first?
     
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  3. Lucy Lane

    Lucy Lane DC Universe

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    Gender:
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    Occupation:
    Head of the Dept. of Justice
    Location:
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    Human
    Age:
    29 (+1)
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
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    link


    If someone wanted to avoid sparking immediate suspicion in one of the most suspicious people alive, they really should've started with not stepping out from the shadows on a dark night with nobody else around.

    Lucy's eyes widened for a split second before narrowing them, and she drew her coat tighter around herself as if the chill went down her spine from the wind and not the playful look on the stranger's face. Granted, there wasn't anything particularly creepy about her yet. She was just standing there, posture nonthreatening -- but there was a tugging sensation in her gut at the way she spoke to her.

    Not many recognized her at first sight. It wasn't as if Lucy were particularly famous, nor did she aspire to be. And even fewer recognized her only by the light of the moon and a streetlamp.

    "If you're trying to get a quote, you can stop by my department during business hours," Lucy stated stiffly, moving to step around her and keep walking. She knew the way home. Just a few minutes and a few streets until there would be scattered crowds and lights up and down the River Street district. (Where she was certain Maggie and Alex with their sensitive hearing would be in screaming distance if she needed any kind of help.)

    And, of course, there was also the prickling of stress and irritation on the back of Lucy's neck just from the stranger's words. How dare she imply--

    "Have a good night." Now that was a cold dismissal if there ever was one.

     
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  4. Elena Gilbert

    Elena Gilbert The Vampire Diaries

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    So, Lucy Lane was nervous. That was good, all things considered—and, in all honesty, if Elena had wanted to be able to approach her without arousing any suspicion at all, she could have easily done so in a more public space, earlier that day. It might have worked even better, actually—more witnesses to dispose of, and Elena hadn’t fed that well in quite a while. However, an utter massacre lacked subtlety—not that she particularly cared about being subtle, but even so, there was something almost… delicious, about a human heart speeding up, sometimes even skipping a beat out of fear, or nerves, or a gut feeling that something was wrong.

    She had no way of knowing just how precarious her current position was, of course, but that made it even better. If Elena’s quarry’d had any real clue what she was, or why she’d shown up here so late at night… well, for some reason, humans often insisted on running. Even when they knew they were hopelessly outmatched.

    Not that Elena had any intention of letting this turn into a chase. She’d give Lucy a bit of a head start, perhaps—to heighten suspense and get that lovely flood of adrenaline that seemed to make blood taste even sweeter.

    Her mouth was almost watering just to think of it. (And, well, it helped that this human lawyer was a delectable little morsel. It was going to be almost a shame to kill her—she would have made for a lovely pet.)

    “Oh, it really doesn’t matter what you have to say,” Elena began, standing her ground at first and watching as Lucy continued to walk away. She let her quarry make it a few more feet—to a point where she might have begun to think her suspicion was more paranoia than anything concrete—and then, with a blur, she was right back in front of her. “You see, there absolutely are monsters, in this town,” she murmured, staring down at her prey as her eyes turned black, dark veins slowly spreading beneath them as her teeth grew into fangs.

    “Don’t bother running,” she added, looking into Lucy’s eyes and compelling her. “You wanted monsters, Miss Lane.” By this point she was practically purring, her eyes glued on Lucy’s pulse point, listening to her heartbeat quicken with fear. “Now you’ve met one.” Elena grabbed Lucy’s arm and yanked, hearing a tell-tale snap as she threw her prey into a nearby wall—her arm had broken, and probably a few ribs. One might have even punctured a lung, Elena couldn’t be sure, but that hardly mattered.

    There was still plenty blood left.

    So she blurred forward before Lucy had a chance to slump over, pinning her in place, and buried her fangs in Lucy’s neck, drinking deeply.
     
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  5. Lucy Lane

    Lucy Lane DC Universe

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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Head of the Dept. of Justice
    Location:
    253 Gower St
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    29 (+1)
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Directory:
    link


    The second she started walking away with her coat wrapped tightly around her, she knew she was in trouble. It wasn't just the way the woman had stared at her, or the terrible feeling in her gut, or the hairs standing on end on the back of her neck... It was the way she felt the woman's eyes linger on her. 'Like a WASP picking out a lobster from the tank,' the little voice in her head that still sounded like Winn shuddered.

    When she suddenly appeared right in front of her, Lucy's stomach swooped with honest-to-god fear. She already knew she wasn't prepared to fight off any kind of supernatural creature. That was the whole reason why she pushed so hard to have them be held responsible for their actions -- no normal human ever could have the same chance of defending themselves as they could from others like themselves. Not without a massive amount of luck and training. She had plenty of the latter, but the former? Not so much.

    "I--" she tried to say, but her words were stuck in her throat. For some reason, she was listening to the woman. She wanted to run, to at least try and put some distance between them so she wouldn't go down without a fight, but her feet were glued to the ground and her body had frozen. What... What was this? She'd never panicked and stalled like this before in her life, even before she had been specifically trained not to.

    But then Lucy ran out of time to think too hard about it, because there was a sudden agony in her arm and in her chest as she slammed against the wall. It didn't take a genius to realize many, many things had just broken, and that was the moment where she really had to come to terms with...well, the fact that she was more than likely about to die. The odds had been stacked against her in the very beginning. To think that not even ten minutes ago, she had been mulling over petty issues when now her life was about to end. She wished she'd held Alex a little bit longer that morning, had kissed her goodbye instead of hurrying out the door.

    Surprisingly, when she felt teeth sink into her neck, she didn't panic. Sure, it was hard to feel anything at all except pain, and it wasn't in a Lane's nature to simply give up, but she was dazed and numb and hurting. And strangely enough...she wasn't thinking about Kara or James or even Alex anymore. God, beautiful Alex who had lost so much already.

    Instead, as Lucy's eyes slowly glazed over and the fight drained out of her, for some reason, all she could think about was how much she wanted her big sister to tell her it was going to be okay one more time.


     
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  6. Kara Danvers

    Kara Danvers DC Universe

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    Kara was almost ready to fly home.

    It had been a fairly quiet night, all other things being equal. Pandora itself, nevermind Pandora Town, was never entirely silent—it was teeming with far too much of a variety of life, not all of it diurnal. But trouble was fairly easy to spot, especially when you had superhuman hearing, and that was something Kara had taken to listening for on a nightly basis. She kept her eyes and ears open during the day, too—she had a day job, but just like back home in National City, her boss had to get used to the idea that Kara Danvers would sometimes just… disappear, and then come back later with a pastry and an apology.

    At least he took it better than Miss Grant ever had.

    But at night, she had no one she needed to make excuses to, and one more circuit wouldn’t hurt. Sometimes trouble wasn’t as loud or easy to spot. Sometimes, the only clue was the stuttering beat of a terrified heart…

    Here was the thing about heartbeats. Most of them were fairly indistinguishable—it took years of listening, of being close and paying attention and committing the pattern to memory. Kara could pick Alex Danvers out of a crowd a mile away if she had to—her sister was the most important person to her in any version of reality. But some of her closest friends had little oddities she could pick out, simply because they seemed so familiar. If James or Winn ever showed up, she’d probably hear them sooner rather than later. But right now, unless she was much mistaken, Lucy was down there—and she wasn’t alone.

    And she was in trouble.

    Kara sped up, just shy of breaking the sound barrier, and she dropped like a rock—she didn’t bother to pull her landing, so a small crater appeared in the alley floor, and without even thinking, Kara grabbed Lucy’s attacker and threw her through the wall of the building behind them.

    She’d help rebuild it later.

    “Lucy! Oh, Rao, no… you keep breathing, damnit!” she murmured under her breath—there was a part of her that wanted to turn around and vaporize the creature that had harmed her but… Lucy was fading fast. She’d lost so much blood, her heart was struggling to pump what was left, and some of it still oozed sluggishly from the wound in her neck. Kara scooped her up, cradling Lucy Lane to her chest (what was it with Supers rescuing Lanes, anyway?) as she shot back into the sky, rocketing towards the hospital. “Stay with me, Lucy. It’ll be ok. You’ll be fine, I promise.”
     
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