#muse grant

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Grant had only been in Metropolis for a short period of time, but he had been able to locate the facility where Lex was being held. He didn’t understand why he was there, nor why they kept him in complete solitary. When he spoke with Lionel, he had mentioned that Lex had a mental disorder he was being treated with. The medications that were given to him was keeping him from being completely lucid, for his safety. None of it made sense to Grant, but he still wanted to see him, rather than wait until he was ‘better.’ Signing his name in the visitor log, they gave him a badge, and they escorted him to his room.

The room resembled that of asylum, and Lex was tightly confined in some sort of rectangular box. If it weren’t made of metal, he would of mistaken it as a coffin. Grant felt uneasy, but nonetheless entered the room. Was this the really the brother Lionel had told him was dangerous?. That had wanted him dead? Once closer, Grant looked at Lex’s face, searching for some form of humanity to the so called monster he had been told about before. “Hello, brother.”

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Kryptonians

@okieufo Alton & Grant Gabriel (Julian Luthor)

Grant had a lot on his mind the last two months. He was the fresh new editor in chief at the Daily Planet, and he was doing his best to make a name for himself. He thought he was prepared to handle the job with ease, but it became a complication when he realized he was going to have to reign in on this ‘superman,’ character that decided to be Metropolis’ saving grace. Competition was endless, and what with the Daily Star starting to have exclusives on sightings for superman, he wanted something more concrete.

 His star reporter Lois was on family leave, so he was done a reporter. Business had to keep going, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. The chief was able to gather through some contacts of a man that lived in Fall’s End. He was suppose to be an expert in all things..alien. Grant didn’t know what he thought about all this new craze. It certainly sold papers, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that their world was full of them, and only up until recently had they seemed to be wanting to make an appearance. 

He pulled up to the address that was given to him, and parked his jeep on the curb. Here goes nothing. He walked up the steps, with his note pad in one hand, a pen in his ear, and a recorder in his pocket.  Knocking on the door, he awaited for someone to open the door. Once they did, he tilted his head forward as a greeting. “Hello. I’m looking for an Alton Taily?”