Entry tags:

claire bennet, clark kent/superman

WHO: Clark & Claire
WHAT: Clark is being helpful.
WHEN: Not too long after Claire's arrival!
WHERE: A shop in the mid-city area.
RATING: PG to start.

Clark may not have come from the same world or lifestyle or even time as some of the new arrivals, but -- if nothing else -- he knew that he could relate to them when it came to the shell-shocked feeling of having been thrown from one's day-to-day life to this. The apocalypse. End of the world, starting smack in the middle of Lawrence, Kansas. No matter where you came from, the switch over seemed impossible to simply up and accept right on the spot. That was the sole reason as to why the boards had been so successfully useful ; if not for them, most of the newcomers wouldn't know what to do with themselves, nor would they have any idea why their lives had changed so drastically to begin with. The boards gave people like them a chance to interact with people like Clark and the others, who knew what was going on and how to best help. In most cases, Clark tried answering as many questions as he could, in hopes of aiding those who were new to the entire situation in the knowledge that they needed to survive around here. Today? It was different. The girl that he had spoken with on the boards had seemed a little more than on the troubled side, which immediately concerned Clark. He was raised better than to shuffle and ignore when a person was overwhelmed with something, particularly in an emotional way. If they didn't want his help and if there was truly nothing that he could do to see to it that they were okay, then Clark would back away and leave that person to it. But when he was in a position where he felt as though he could make a difference, especially in such a way where the person in question seemed interested in him doing what he could, Clark didn't hesitate. As such had the case been with Claire, who had agreed to meet Clark at a shop in the mid-town area.

It didn't take him long to get there at all. In fact, Clark had to circle the block a few times slowly on foot as to avoid giving Claire another unexpected surprise (inevitable as it may have been, since eventually Claire was going to find out that not everyone here in Lawrence dutifully fit right into the textbook definition of average person). He was sure after all this, the last thing she needed was for the man she had been talking to on the boards to magically pop up beside her not but a half second later.

When a healthy fifteen minutes had passed over, Clark entered the shop. He was quick to spot Claire (he recognized her face from the little picture she had on her post), so Clark walked over, tugging the red hoodie up a little, as to hide the shade of blue that had been creeping up his neckline. When he was within a formal distance of her, Clark raised a hand and waved, trying for a friendly, "Claire?" as he went.