Snippet #1388010

When Victoria frantically said she could raise her own money, Lark shrugged. "I know you can but just in case.." he said comfortably leaning against the case, hands slipping inside his pockets. "For expenses such as your costume and.." He moved his left sleeve back to look at the time on his watch. "We'll be returning to town to get your costume ready. The sooner the better as I have plans to attend to.." he said, lingering in thought. Now which hero will show up this time..He started walking to the room straight ahead then turned to speak "Please come along Victoria. I'll guide you to your room" he said, one arm leaning against the door frame as he smiled.
He jogged up the stairs hurriedly and turned to the right. "Where are those keys of mine?" he questioned himself doing a pat down check of his pockets both pants and jacket. He pulled a keychain out his pants pocket with the villain emblem and proceeded to unlock the door. Key in, turn of the knob and the door opened. "Truthfully nobody has ever lived here but me." he said walking inside.
The room was plain white and had a double sized bed. An office desk with a high tech computer and a wooden chair. Nonetheless mostly empty. It was his own room but he wasn't going to disclose that information. He did not believe the day would ever come for a sidekick but after stumbling onto Victoria's resume. He was intrigued. He planned to sleep in the living room. There were several bedrooms in the lair but he didn't buy more than one bed when he moved in. Didn't expect others to join or visitors. He had lived a lonesome life.
The sound of a bell was heard. "Ah she's going under" he said, referring to the turtle. The lair shook. A mini earthquake as the turtle dived beneath the ocean. Lark was used to this occurence and managed to maintain his position. Boots firm and stable and seemingly attached to the floor. As if he was unaffected by the quake. As he was so used to it, he forget that Victoria was not.