686/Help Super ... Woman

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Help Super ... Woman
Date of Scene: 29 May 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Lois Lane, Superwoman




Lois Lane has posed:
It's a day like any other. Perhaps a more tiring day for some versus others, but a day nonetheless.

The city is just beginning to wind down from the hectic schedule it keeps, the work day nearly finished. Except for one building in particular - City Hall. That building seems to have an extra flow of pedestrian traffic within it. It might have something to do with the fact that a local politician is holding an open press conference within those hallowed halls. It seems he's stepping down .. health reasons are sighted, but unknown to most it's really because he was having an affair with several of his assistants, and his secretary. All who were married.

"And so, to all my fellow politicians and all of my constituents, I must tender my resignation effective immediately -" States the Politician, his voice well-modulated, soothing almost in its almost monotone quality.

The gaggle of press holds a variety of people from newspapers, television, websites, rag-gab-mags and even radio shows. Camera flashes go off periodically and many-many recorders tape the man's words. One reporter stands towards the front, her phone extended outward to the speaking politician and that reporter is Lois Lane, The Daily Planet. She's listening to what the man upon the podium is saying and while she's attentive there's a sour note to her expression; she knows why he's really quitting and as soon as he opens it for questions ...

A man in the back of the crowd is slowly making his way towards the front. His head is bowed low and his jacket is zipped up tight, for now, no one is paying him any attention.

Lois Lane has posed:
It's a day like any other. Perhaps a more tiring day for some versus others, but a day nonetheless.

The city is just beginning to wind down from the hectic schedule it keeps, the work day nearly finished. Except for one building in particular - City Hall. That building seems to have an extra flow of pedestrian traffic within it. It might have something to do with the fact that a local politician is holding an open press conference within those hallowed halls. It seems he's stepping down .. health reasons are sighted, but unknown to most it's really because he was having an affair with several of his assistants, and his secretary. All who were married.

"And so, to all my fellow politicians and all of my constituents, I must tender my resignation effective immediately -" States the Politician, his voice well-modulated, soothing almost in its almost monotone quality.

The gaggle of press holds a variety of people from newspapers, television, websites, rag-gab-mags and even radio shows. Camera flashes go off periodically and many-many recorders tape the man's words. One reporter stands towards the front, her phone extended outward to the speaking politician and that reporter is Lois Lane, The Daily Planet. She's listening to what the man upon the podium is saying and while she's attentive there's a sour note to her expression; she knows why he's really quitting and as soon as he opens it for questions ...

A man in the back of the crowd is slowly making his way towards the front. His head is bowed low and his jacket is zipped up tight, for now, no one is paying him any attention.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora Hu-Ul is on duty. Superwoman has been spotted dozens of times since she interviewed with that same Lois Lane. Typically, she solves the problem- whatever it is- and almost immediately leaves before anyone can get more than pictures or some video of the action. She cares nothing for the adulation of her growing fan base, many of whom are happy to see a powerful woman in the same league as Superman.

    For now, though, most everything in Metropolis is quiet. There is nothing, specifically, that requires Superwoman's attention- and so she sits, crosslegged, eyes half lidded as she breathes in slow and measured breathes. Listens and watches. Waits for the trouble that always seems to come.

Lois Lane has posed:
Trouble. Isn't that the truth. And Lois Lane surely knows how to find it. She has a nose for it, you could say.

This particular trouble is like a flash-bang grenade, one minute quiet and then suddenly - noise. So much noise.

While the senator was just about to wrap up his speech and open the floor for a few questions the man within the crowd suddenly sprints. While the majority of the people around Lois simply ignored him, something within Lois became uneasy and a whisper in her head said 'look at him'. 'Something isn't right'. And so, she looked at the man with his jacket zipped up, his head slung low. Lois' dark eyebrows were just starting to crimp together, a question beginning to form upon her lips when the man's head finally came up and his enraged glare focused upon the Senator.

While anger against politicians is quite normal there's something about the man's demeanor that has Lois turning sharply back towards the podium and raised dais. "Senator!" She begins to shout out, "Get down!" But it's already too late, the brown-haired completely average looking man is up on the stage and rushing the podium. He reaches the senator before anyone on stage can help and as soon as he's near he'll grab the senator. "NOBODY MOVE!" He shouts and with his free hand he unzips his jacket to reveal explosives strapped to his chest.

Homemade ones, but deadly all the same.

Later someone might wonder how he got in and through the various security points, but that's not now. It doesn't take long for the press and the people upon stage to realize with horror what's going on and within seconds screaming and yelling starts.

Superwoman has posed:
    Superwoman's half-lidded blue eyes open sharply, as if startled awake. Her head turns slightly, towards the trouble. She's off like a shot- a blur of black, silver, and white. She ends up flying over the crowd, arms folded across her chest as she hovers in place and looks at the situation.

    "Friend," Superwoman begins, "I trust you understand the seriousness of the situation you've created here. It would be best to be solved without violence." Her voice rings out loud and commanding- it has far less of the emotion Superman is so well known for- less of that obvious compassion. "We can start with talking. This may not be necessary."

    Superwoman then looks to the crowd, "Please stand back... at least one hundred feet."

Lois Lane has posed:
"For the love of -" Begins Lois Lane, as she's pushed back thanks to the wave of people that are suddenly trying very /hard/ to get away from that little stage.

The Senator, for all his brave words just moments before, offers a little strangled yell when he's ruthlessly grabbed by the man. It only gets worse when the slick-haired Senator realizes what's strapped to the man's chest. "H-hey, we don't have to do this." Begins the politician, his voice wavering with his surprise and fright. "Really!"

And while the bomb-bedecked man was just about to reply to the Senator's stuttered words, he never gets a chance. Not when Superwoman arrives upon scene and offers those commanding words of hers.

Lois, for her part, turns her attention from Senator, and perspective bomber, to Superwoman now. "Superm - " No, it's definitely not Superman, "-woman. Thank god." Mutters the reporter, even as she brings her phone upward and towards the costumed woman. Yes, she is recording everything. She'll eventually take some pictures too, but for now she'll try to help get the people away from the stage. "Back it up. Back it up." Begins Lois, even as she snaps, "And calmly too."

As to the man, with his bombs, his angry gaze will turn from the Senator to Superwoman now. "TALKING?" He screams, his one arm tightening around the Senator's body, "Do you know what he did? DO YOU? He broke up marriages. More than just ONE." The man's voice cracks with that last word and while it is the truth, the Senator shakes his head in denial, "N-no, I didn't."

"LIAR."

Superwoman has posed:
    "Perhaps." Superwoman replies. "This man may have ruined many lives during his career, rightly or wrongly men and women of power can have that effect on the lives of the innocent." She offers next, letting her arms drop. "However, you are now standing with a bomb strapped to your body. You're holding this man hostage." Through all of it she is intently calm- almost as if she's been in situations like this before.

    Faora quietly comes to land on the ground. "I imagine, at this moment, you're feeling a great many emotions. The adrenalin of actually doing it- stepping up there. Grabbing him... but, you haven't gone further. I want you to know that is a wise decision."

    Faora, now on the ground, looks over to the Senator, then to the hostage taker. "Friend, what is your name?" She asks next, quietly.

Lois Lane has posed:
The crowd is slowly pushed backwards, most of the screams and the cries for help slowly dying, now that a hero is on the scene.

Several cameras have turned towards Superwoman, as well as more recording smart phones.

Once the crowd has settled, Lois will turn her smartphone around and capture a few quick pictures, especially when Faora lands. Then Lois' attention turns towards the scene being played out before all these witnesses.

The Man, who's name is George, will stare hard at Faora and while his other hand hovers near the detonator, he has yet to push the red button. His eyes also tell a slightly different story; yes, there's anger, rage, hurt, but there's also grief, grief the relationship he thought he had and also grief for the loss of life he might cause. "George." He'll finally say, his voice cracking with more than just strained vocal cords from screaming. "My name is George."

George's arm that's around the Senator tightens again, "And it doesn't matter what I feel! It's him who needs to feel some of the hurt he caused. It's only right!"

Superwoman has posed:
    "George." Faora states. "That is a very nice name. My name is Faora. George... you don't seem like a violent man to me, and I don't think you want to kill anyone." Faora pauses. She doesn't move. She is all but a statue. "You've lost something very precious to you, of that I have no doubt. This man may be responsible, he may be responsible for more than harming just you... Indeed, he could very well be the largest pile of human garbage to have ever sit in the Senate. The truth of that is that I don't know." Superwoman admits.

    "But I do know that right now, in this moment, you are facing a choice. I want you to take a slow, deep breath, George. Can you do me that favor? Take a deep breath, take a long moment... ask yourself one thing. Is it worth dying for a pile of human garbage? Isn't your life worth more than that?"