Clark Kent (solared) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-09-09 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, inspector tanith |
The Players: Clark Kent and Open
What: Clark's arrival
Where: Near Kingston Lumber, then wherever
When: Shortly after the latest arrivals
Rating: Pg-13 and below, considering it's Clark?
Notes: B flat.
It was better than running, and very few things on Earth beat that. Clark landed very quietly on top of the Daily Planet building, took a quick look around, and peeked under his three-piece suit to make sure his mother's costume was still there. Despite having done this, more or less, for the past few years, it felt very weird to realize he was fully public now. And nothing beat the flying. Lois was still glued to the President, probably getting the story of a lifetime out of it, Oliver was okay, and Chloe was on her way back to California as far as he knew.
The only loose end was Clark himself. Or, rather, his dorky identity. Which was why he'd chosen the roof. Running up to get a better look, maybe an article, and then locking himself up there was exactly the sort of thing he was trying to get known for, so no one would ever suspect he ran around in blue tights and a red cape when not at his paying job. He took a deep breath, shaking off the last bit of superness clinging to him, checked to make sure he had his wallet, ID, glasses, and some odds and ends to pull out at random intervals, then opened the door and started down the stairs leading to the top floor.
Step number seven creaked unusually loud, prompting a blink, and his foot connected with pavement in the next second. The Planet was gone without warning, replaced with ... with a dusty road leading toward what looked, and smelled, like a lumber yard just up the way, surrounded by warehouses. Hoping it wouldn't turn out to be the understatement of the year, Clark's initial reaction ran along the lines of 'This isn't good'. Although, there was a small sense of relief this wasn't an unexpected trip to the Phantom Zone. Again.
So. The two obvious choices were to stand there like an idiot Or -- and he liked this one a little better -- head up toward the lumber yard and figure out where he was. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could get home and figure out what had happened. Choice made before he even finished thinking it, Clark stepped out of the street and up onto the sidewalk, moving toward the yard entrance.