TearsoftheWorld
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This RP takes the story of Superman and twists it a little. Instead of Lois Lane we have Clark Kent being the ace reported at the Planet, with Linda Danvers (Supergirl / Kara Zor-El) being the new girl in town. The thread'll mainly follow their developing relationship, both outside the Daily Planet and within.
So... I'll need someone to take over the role of Clark. If interested in the role please send me a PM
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The Daily Planet. If there was ever a symbol that best represented the great city of Metropolis, it was the Daily Planet. It sat at the heart of city on the corner of Fifth Street and Concord Lane, and there was never a dull moment within its doors, courtesy of the chaotic world without. It was in the Daily Planet that some of the best reporters in the world worked, and publications rivaled that of The New York Times.
That infamous globe, perched high on the top of the building, was what had attracted Linda's attention in the first place. With flowing red hair, clear blue eyes hidden behind a pair of boring spectacles, and a smile that made most men quiver, Linda was certainly dressed to impress. She had on her best clothes, a professional ensemble that one would think at first glance that she represented a top law firm or corporation. One arm lay at her side, moving in rhythmic fashion while the other held a small brown briefcase.
"Can I help you?" a young woman asked as she sat behind the main desk in the entrance of the building. Linda had finally summoned up enough courage to walk inside, and she quickly became lost among all the coming and going of reporters busily making their way around the place.
"Yes... I have a meeting with Mr. White," Linda responded before she casually adjusted the glasses against the bridge of her nose. The secretary quickly shuffled through her planners, tapping her pen against the desk.
"Name?"
"Linda Danvers."
"Danvers... you're kind of early today," the secretary commented informally.
"I thought that being early would be better than being late," Linda shrugged, drawing an appreciative grin from the secretary. From what Linda had been able to gather so far, a little bit of sass was one of the requirements to working in such a busy place. You were either quick on your feet or you were yesterdays news.
"You can take the elevator up to the top floor. I'll let Mr. White know you're coming," the secretary said as she picked up the telephone. Linda smiled and then walked over towards one of the elevators. She felt a little antsy as the doors finally opened, and she had to practically fight her way for a spot within its chambers.
The Daily Planet felt like a beehive... and it certainly behaved like one.
Linda felt someone bump into her from behind as the elevator jerked a little, but she paid it no attention. Everyone seemed to be bumping into each other, and there was very little room to breath or even move your arm.
"Sorry," Linda apologized as she bumped into someone else, and she caught a glimpse of the name tag on his coat: Clark Kent.
After quite a few stops, Linda finally made it to the top floor. When the doors opened up again she quickly walked out, moving down past a row of desks as she looked for Mr. White's office. Conveniently enough it was straight ahead, at the other end of the wide room and with a great panoramic view of the city. Smoothing out her skirt, Linda continued down past a few more rows of desks before she reached his office door. Mr. White was sitting at his desk with a phone to his ear, barking a few orders to whomever was unfortunate enough to be on the other end.
"You'll be standing there for hours. Just walk inside," a masculine voice said from behind her, and as Linda turned around she saw the man from the elevator leaning up against a file cabinet; a folded paper was tucked under his arm and he seemed to be studying her every move. Linda gave Clark an appreciative nod before she stepped inside.
"Mr. White?"
Perry paid her no attention, his mind apparently elsewhere. Linda took a moment to glance around the room, and she saw a desk tag that had the words 'Chief' emblazoned on them.
"Uh... Chief?"
"What?!" Perry demanded, turning his chair around to face the new girl.
"New girl, Chief," Clark called out from his desk.
"Oh," Perry said quickly and without taking the phone away from his ear. The aged but wizened editor of the Daily Planet nodded towards one of the few chairs actually in the room, and Linda took a seat in it before she set her briefcase down on the ground by her feet.
"We got a new job for the city desk. McKenzie just quit, so you're gonna fill in for him. Any questions?" Perry asked rhetorically. He was known for being a pretty tough boss, but it was his job to make sure that the Daily Planet sold copies, and if that meant barking up every tree in the city then he'd bark up every branch and limb.
"I read a bit of your stuff. It's good," Perry added, pulling out a few pieces of paper from her resume that she submitted, along with a quick outline of her portfolio.
Linda smiled after receiving that tidbit of praise, though she was more than positive Mr. White wasn't really paying any real attention to her. His eyes were busy scanning the papers in front of him, and he still had a telephone pressed against his ear.
"You're gonna have to tag along with someone to get a good lay of the land."
"Actually I..."
"Kent!!"
"Yeah Chief?" Clark said as he popped his head into the room.
"Clark, this is Linda Danvers. I just gave her Pete's old job, but she's gonna need some help getting to know the city. Hope you don't mind."
"Actually, Chief, I do have that Lex story I need to follow."
"I know that, Kent. Take Danvers anyways. Twice the eyes and ears," Mr. White said, and both Linda and Clark knew that there was no more point in arguing.
So... I'll need someone to take over the role of Clark. If interested in the role please send me a PM
Do Not Post Unless Approved
The Daily Planet. If there was ever a symbol that best represented the great city of Metropolis, it was the Daily Planet. It sat at the heart of city on the corner of Fifth Street and Concord Lane, and there was never a dull moment within its doors, courtesy of the chaotic world without. It was in the Daily Planet that some of the best reporters in the world worked, and publications rivaled that of The New York Times.
That infamous globe, perched high on the top of the building, was what had attracted Linda's attention in the first place. With flowing red hair, clear blue eyes hidden behind a pair of boring spectacles, and a smile that made most men quiver, Linda was certainly dressed to impress. She had on her best clothes, a professional ensemble that one would think at first glance that she represented a top law firm or corporation. One arm lay at her side, moving in rhythmic fashion while the other held a small brown briefcase.
"Can I help you?" a young woman asked as she sat behind the main desk in the entrance of the building. Linda had finally summoned up enough courage to walk inside, and she quickly became lost among all the coming and going of reporters busily making their way around the place.
"Yes... I have a meeting with Mr. White," Linda responded before she casually adjusted the glasses against the bridge of her nose. The secretary quickly shuffled through her planners, tapping her pen against the desk.
"Name?"
"Linda Danvers."
"Danvers... you're kind of early today," the secretary commented informally.
"I thought that being early would be better than being late," Linda shrugged, drawing an appreciative grin from the secretary. From what Linda had been able to gather so far, a little bit of sass was one of the requirements to working in such a busy place. You were either quick on your feet or you were yesterdays news.
"You can take the elevator up to the top floor. I'll let Mr. White know you're coming," the secretary said as she picked up the telephone. Linda smiled and then walked over towards one of the elevators. She felt a little antsy as the doors finally opened, and she had to practically fight her way for a spot within its chambers.
The Daily Planet felt like a beehive... and it certainly behaved like one.
Linda felt someone bump into her from behind as the elevator jerked a little, but she paid it no attention. Everyone seemed to be bumping into each other, and there was very little room to breath or even move your arm.
"Sorry," Linda apologized as she bumped into someone else, and she caught a glimpse of the name tag on his coat: Clark Kent.
After quite a few stops, Linda finally made it to the top floor. When the doors opened up again she quickly walked out, moving down past a row of desks as she looked for Mr. White's office. Conveniently enough it was straight ahead, at the other end of the wide room and with a great panoramic view of the city. Smoothing out her skirt, Linda continued down past a few more rows of desks before she reached his office door. Mr. White was sitting at his desk with a phone to his ear, barking a few orders to whomever was unfortunate enough to be on the other end.
"You'll be standing there for hours. Just walk inside," a masculine voice said from behind her, and as Linda turned around she saw the man from the elevator leaning up against a file cabinet; a folded paper was tucked under his arm and he seemed to be studying her every move. Linda gave Clark an appreciative nod before she stepped inside.
"Mr. White?"
Perry paid her no attention, his mind apparently elsewhere. Linda took a moment to glance around the room, and she saw a desk tag that had the words 'Chief' emblazoned on them.
"Uh... Chief?"
"What?!" Perry demanded, turning his chair around to face the new girl.
"New girl, Chief," Clark called out from his desk.
"Oh," Perry said quickly and without taking the phone away from his ear. The aged but wizened editor of the Daily Planet nodded towards one of the few chairs actually in the room, and Linda took a seat in it before she set her briefcase down on the ground by her feet.
"We got a new job for the city desk. McKenzie just quit, so you're gonna fill in for him. Any questions?" Perry asked rhetorically. He was known for being a pretty tough boss, but it was his job to make sure that the Daily Planet sold copies, and if that meant barking up every tree in the city then he'd bark up every branch and limb.
"I read a bit of your stuff. It's good," Perry added, pulling out a few pieces of paper from her resume that she submitted, along with a quick outline of her portfolio.
Linda smiled after receiving that tidbit of praise, though she was more than positive Mr. White wasn't really paying any real attention to her. His eyes were busy scanning the papers in front of him, and he still had a telephone pressed against his ear.
"You're gonna have to tag along with someone to get a good lay of the land."
"Actually I..."
"Kent!!"
"Yeah Chief?" Clark said as he popped his head into the room.
"Clark, this is Linda Danvers. I just gave her Pete's old job, but she's gonna need some help getting to know the city. Hope you don't mind."
"Actually, Chief, I do have that Lex story I need to follow."
"I know that, Kent. Take Danvers anyways. Twice the eyes and ears," Mr. White said, and both Linda and Clark knew that there was no more point in arguing.
