Kenna's Layout Thread || DNP

[pandorapruett]

Seriously...you post here and I shall come and disembowel you with a rusty spoon or something of that nature. Fair warning.

[pandorapruett]

Kris had been just about nodding off at her desk when a sudden ringing of several phones brought her to full alertness. Something was happening. Something big. The phones didn't ring off the hook like that otherwise. Within moments, everything was made clear to her. The police had arrived and they were grabbing the Gazette employees and ushering them outside, telling them to leave their things and not to worry and that everything would be okay. Like hell. Krisella could tell something major was going on and she was not going to take their soothing smiles and gentle lies as truth.

She allowed herself to be escorted out and offered her thanks to the young cop that gave her the same simpering bullshit as the others. She had seen this before. They were trying to keep everyone calm, but this was definitely an evacuation. But why? A gas leak, maybe? Not likely. They'd tell them the truth about that. Had the building been taken over by a terrorist? Highly doubtful. Who would want to terrorize the Gotham Gazette? A bomb threat? Well, possibly. After all, they were known for reporting the ugly truth and for not caring whose reputation was ruined. Yes, that would make sense. And the cops wouldn't want a panic, naturally. They would want everyone kept calm. Krisella smiled to herself as she walked around the building. They weren't given permission to leave, but, she didn't particularly care. She'd be back. Just not as Krisella Pruett. As she rounded the corner, she supposed Dennings had noticed her absence.

"Pruett!? For the love of God, has anyone seen Pruett? No one is supposed to leave!" She snickered to herself as she pictured that vein in his forehead threatening to burst. Sorry, Denny. Krissy doesn't want to hang around and wait. She wants front row seats to the action, she thought to herself. She was getting farther away, but she could still hear him over the noise of the growing crowd. "No, Matthews, you stay where you are! No one else leaves! I'm going to have her ASS when she comes back!" Again, she couldn't suppress the urge to laugh, but she managed to keep it to an amused smirk.

It didn't take her long to find an abandoned building that she could use to change. She often took her Pandora suit with her on nights she had to work late simply because she liked to go out after for a little...fun. She quickly pulled it on and got the brown wig secured over her own black locks. The hardest part was putting in the brown contacts without a mirror, but, she was getting better at it. In less than fifteen minutes, she was dressed and hardly recognizable as the same person. Just as she was about to leave, she pulled her phone out of her purse and punched in the speed dial for Rose, maybe she would know what was up. No such luck. It went straight to voice mail and Kris sighed with impatience as she waited for the beep."Rose, darling, it's Pandora. Something is amiss over at the Gotham Gazette. I'm heading there now to see what sort of chaos is being stirred up. Find me there if you get this in time." Not exactly the definition of manners when talking on the phone, but, she was in a hurry.

When she arrived at the Gazette again, she hurried across the street so she could watch, but not be watched and she kept back to the shadows. She wasn't in her usual makeup and she was afraid someone would recognize her. Not something she could afford. Suddenly, she heard someone approaching swiftly on a motorcycle, a Harley by the sound of it. She smiled in appreciation, but stopped when she noticed that she was not alone in the shadows. The Joker. She might have been new, but, she certainly wasn't dim. She stepped back and eyed him. Glared, really, would be the more appropriate term. She held one thin arm out and pointed across the street to the glaring lights and blazing sirens, the panic stricken citizens...her kind of scene really. But, she wouldn't let him know that. Not yet, anyway. "Is this your doing, clown?" she asked, her words curious but her tone seemingly uncaring, as though she really didn't care what the answer was.