1/2 [EFFING IJ , IT'S ONLY LIKE TEN WORDS OVER]
During the beginnings of Allana's confrontation, Clark had been quietly walking home after a long days worth of job hunting. It wasn't difficult, wowing the people that he had attempted to obtain employment from - in fact, it was very much like it had been back home, when Clark had chosen to use his strengths by way of scientific knowledge and physical ability to his advantage when he sought out certain job positions. Similarly, he found himself repetitively struggling with the feeling that, even though he was a sure thing for all the jobs he had looked into, the positions he had been aiming for weren't right. Not like the Daily Planet had been, back home. Clark didn't know if jumping into journalism would be the best route to tackle here - a big part of why Clark had joined up with the Planet in the first place was because of the people working there (like Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane, who weren't afraid to stand up for a total stranger on the streets when he needed it the most, and Perry White, the only person who seemed to think that his work needed something more, which was appealing because Clark wanted someone to constantly challenge him and his work). Clark really hadn't met anyone with wills like Lois and Jimmy outside of the apartment complex and, outside of playing his part in the apocalypse, Clark didn't think that any of them would really do him much good as far as finding a job that he felt happy with was concerned. It was a headache inducing matter, one that Clark knew he should have put to an end by picking one of the fields he'd already attempted already, but he wanted to keep looking a little bit longer before settling. It wasn't about the money, after all; it was about how much good he could bring into the world through the work that he invested himself in.
Hands digging into the pockets of his frayed sweatshirt, Clark turned a corner and kicked at a stray Pepsi can that had been crumpled along the sidewalk. The can bounced lightly against the toe of his sneaker, skidding across the ground in a genuinely simple fashion. Nothing unusual. Clark fit right into the scene. He was just a normal guy, walking along, minding his own business, kicking a can around, contemplating his career, and -