Hidden in Plain Sight

A quiet rookie journalist, keeping his head down and learning the ropes. Or is there more than meets the eye? You can never be quite sure.... Indie Clark Kent. Read info and rules before following. Tracking eartotheground.

[earto-theground]

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Things had been quiet for several weeks now. The city was rebuilding, people were adjusting to the fact that they were not alone in the universe- life was slowly getting back to normal.

Clark sat at a table outside a small coffee shop, laptop in front of him, reading the daily news. Things weren't so quiet in the rest of the world, and there was an itch that told him he could do something about it.

But to reveal himself again so soon...was it the wisest course? He wasn't sure.

A sudden motion caught his eye, and he looked up to see what it was.

[earto-theground]

[Would love to find more people to write wiiiiith. Suggestions?]

[henricavyll-deactivated20140409]

[pamivy]

[earto-theground]

Sitting in the park, absorbing the sun, a content smile across his face. It's peaceful until a shadow falls across him.

[earto-theground]

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[ratsinmazes-deactivated20140109]

    Chase is still relatively new to the area himself, so he isn’t the best person to go to for directions. However, he hates being useless and is relatively good at maps, so he peeks down at the map and nods as though he knows exactly what he’s looking at—which, after a few moments, he does.      “— Well. Yeah, I think I can help you out with that. See, like, if you look here, this is where we are. And if you just kinda trace your finger here, to where you wanna go, you see that—you’re going to want to take a left, then another left, then a right—and then straight, and you should be getting there pretty soon. Ten, fifteen minutes, depending on whatever may be going on around the area. It looks pretty safe, so I’d assume around ten. Not very long at all, so if you’re in a hurry, that’s good. Although, if you were in a big hurry, you probably would have cut me off by now with a curt ‘thank you’ and then side-eyed me before beating it—Ahem. Sorry. Rambling. Something I, uh, do.” 

[earto-theground]

"I think I understood most of that," he returned with a slightly crooked grin. "Basically, I need to hurry up and get there before something bad happens, is that the main idea?" He looked out at the maze of buildings that stretched ahead of him, "Maybe I should just find somewhere closer to eat." Metropolis' "Best Burgers" could wait for a day when he wasn't quite as hungry.

"Any suggestions?"

[earto-theground]

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[ratsinmazes-deactivated20140109]

    If there’s anything that intimidates Chase, it’s this. He’s a nervous little fellow, all bark (or, rather, constant yipping) and a very pathetic excuse of a bite—and he’s relatively dwarfed by whom he is referring to in his head at the moment as Tall, Dark, and Handsome. (He honestly doesn’t see how it would have been too much of a problem for the scientists to make him slightly more athletic in build and a little more pleasing aesthetically. Why can’t he look like that?)     Big guy meets relatively small guy, small guy is a tiny bit nervous and neurotic—so small guy ends up staring blankly at the hand for a moment looking rather frightened before it occurs to him how this actually works.      “— Chase, uh, just Chase. Hello, Mr. Kent. Clark Kent? Clark? I know it’s generally not very polite to, you know, just use somebody’s first name if you don’t know them, and I definitely don’t know you—definitely—that is definitely the type of person you would, uh, remember seeing—”

[earto-theground]

Clark can't help but crack a smile at the man's rambling. He grasps the slightly sweaty hand and shakes it firmly, trying to make that smile as small as possible. He's gotten this reaction before, for a variety of reasons, and he's learned how to deal with them.

"Clark is just fine."He shifted the satchel he bore on one shoulder, giving the appearance of it containing a great weight.

"Perhaps you can help me, just-Chase. I'm looking for this building here." Clark pulled a map out of his back pocket and unfolded it, pointing to a mark made with blue ink. "Can you tell me how I would get there?"

[earto-theground]

I’m just a spirit trying to be human

                 but I’m thinking this is how we are fighting

                                                         this is how we are fighting time

[earto-theground]

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[He never really stops observing. Nothing escapes him, and it makes him a nightmare to the people he interviews. He notes every twitch, every quirk of the lip, and every bead of sweat that rolls down the back of their neck. And he always knows when they're lying- and he pushes at them when they do. He tries to tone this down in normal conversation, however. No need to scare the people away.]

".....Hello."

[Eye contact and a proffered hand, because every good Kansas boy has manners.]

"Clark Kent. Nice to meet you."

[earto-theground]

Deadline's in a couple of hours, and he's got nothing to send to the boss. Where's an explosion when you need one?

[weltenwellen]

It’s the children the world almost breaks who grow up to save it.

Frank Warren (via thisisagentnero)

[earto-theground]

[I get a lot of emotions from the scene where Clark falls to his knees in front of Lois. It's always so amazing to see men not be afraid to express vulnerability.]

[chanmanthe2nd]

[earto-theground]

- Superman: For Tomorrow