jon (sonofkal) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2021-05-23 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~inactive: james rogers, ~inactive: jon kent |
WHO: Jon Kent and James Rogers
WHERE: Their Room
WHEN: Jon's arrival
WHAT: James happens upon a surprise.
RATING: Pretty low.
Jonathan Kent was getting tired of being whisked away into foreign universes. While, technically, it had only been a few months by earth time, it had been six years that he'd been torn from his home. His formative years had been spent being imprisoned. Then, once he'd been rescued, he found himself embroiled in a conspiracy that surrounded his family's legacy uncovering a conspiracy that threatened war. The fact that he and his family had managed to create peace was nothing short of a miracle.
Before he could have a moment to breath, he was offered the chance to visit the future and make a difference in a way that only he could. It was a lot to lay on the shoulders of a 17 year old. He longed for something as simple as homework or who he was going to take to prom. Wasn't that sad? To wish for school of all things? Could be wore, though. So much of his life could be worse.
He did his best not to overreact when he was met with his welcoming committee. His father told him it was never good to respond with violence first. Besides, if this were a hostile kidnapping, there'd be something in place to kee him from fighting back. Turns out? He was only half-right. The people hadn't snapped him up. Just the ever wicked multiverse. The tech was nice. Reminded him of the Watchtower. Once the initial meet was done, he was assigned a room.
He'd been told that there'd be a roommate, but when he arrived the room was empty. He glanced at his clothes. It felt odd to be wearing his Kryptonian gear. Lucky for him, there was a shirt and some pants sitting on the foot of a tidy bed. Meanwhile, the other was less so. He supposed this was for him? A towel hung over the closet near his side of the room. Did he get a towel too? They sure were friendly. So, that's what he did first. He peeled off his Kryptonian gear, carefully folded it, and stored in the closet, and then showered.
He had plenty of questions at the moment. Did he have starter money? Would he have to get a part time job? Did they just give him clothing? Jon was always full of questions. In fact, he'd been so lost in thought after his shower, he hadn't heard the click of the door (which, for a kid with superhearing, was just poor form). Lucky for him, he'd just lugged on the jeans he'd found.