So, first impressions of Smallville:
Getting knocked off the road by some seriously inconsiderate lightning while lost in the first place? Bad. Meeting a guy who'd had his brain, and apparently clothes, fried by said lightning? Hello Kansas. No jokes about knowing how to grow things out on the farm though, I promise. Too easy.
Anyways.
Being saddled with said naked amnesiac, and spending some less-than-quality time trapped at the hospital as a result was really not part of the plan for launching my investigation. But it turns out this wasn't just any pantless wandering wonder - Señor Frankenstein was exactly the guy I came to town to talk to. The same one who might have information on my cousin's death.
Talk about a stroke of luck.
So I followed him home to his Old McDonald ranch, after spending a couple amazing hours sleeping in my car, joy of joys, but his mom turned me away.
Little does she know, it's not so easy getting rid of me.
She said she'll have him call though, if he remembers anything. Interrogating a lobotomy patient probably wouldn't be very rewarding in the first place, but I have to try. Nowhere else to turn at this point.
Though sitting around and waiting for a call?
Not exactly my style either.
Getting knocked off the road by some seriously inconsiderate lightning while lost in the first place? Bad. Meeting a guy who'd had his brain, and apparently clothes, fried by said lightning? Hello Kansas. No jokes about knowing how to grow things out on the farm though, I promise. Too easy.
Anyways.
Being saddled with said naked amnesiac, and spending some less-than-quality time trapped at the hospital as a result was really not part of the plan for launching my investigation. But it turns out this wasn't just any pantless wandering wonder - Señor Frankenstein was exactly the guy I came to town to talk to. The same one who might have information on my cousin's death.
Talk about a stroke of luck.
So I followed him home to his Old McDonald ranch, after spending a couple amazing hours sleeping in my car, joy of joys, but his mom turned me away.
Little does she know, it's not so easy getting rid of me.
She said she'll have him call though, if he remembers anything. Interrogating a lobotomy patient probably wouldn't be very rewarding in the first place, but I have to try. Nowhere else to turn at this point.
Though sitting around and waiting for a call?
Not exactly my style either.
Current Location: The dead center of nowhere
Current Mood:
disappointed

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