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 // Good morning everyone!

Thank you for following me here. I look forward to sharing Clark with you as much as I can. I will be switching between him and my other blog for the foreseeable future. If you can’t find me here, then you will find me there.  

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// Compared to the cringetastic stuff that I wrote on Clark when I was here five years ago, the threads I’m writing now are definitely more literate and easy on my eyes.

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When Clark had woken up at the crack of dawn, the voice on the radio had said that record heat was expected. Now, at a quarter till noon, the digital thermometer in his car showed that it was almost a hundred degrees. He should have been anywhere in this heat except at the gas station near the Smallville exit to Highway 25, but he couldn’t have gotten home on a nearly empty gas tank after the errands he had run earlier today.

So, he stood next to his car and watched as the pump showed him the amount he owed. Some ridiculous number that he would forget until it popped up on his credit card bill at the end of the month. He turned and saw a woman at the next pump and waved. “Howdy,” he called to her. “Is this your first time in Smallville?”

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// The only reason why Vou/ght came up with Home/lander was because they couldn't pay Clark enough money to be a part of their bullshit.

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 “I want to.”

Ma always said that Clark had a soft spot for damsels in distress. She was right, of course. Before they have moved out here, how many times had he rescued Lana Lang from some impending disaster or all of those girls on that bus so many years ago? At the end of the day, it really didn’t matter. Like Pa always said, he was doing the right thing.

“Plus, I don’t want you to be alone when you’re sad. I’ve been there before and it’s not that great.”  

cassie couldn't believe he wanted to stay but it was nice but she wasn't going to read too into it. it wasn't worth it. but it was nice to have a friend. her head leans back listening to the pretty voice of billie holiday. a personal favorite of hers.

" there is... she is unapologetically herself. " cassie notes and wishes she could be the same. she presses her lips together listening to the croons and how well it fits with this atmosphere. " you don't have to stay, you know? "

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Clark nodded and gently got up. He walked to the big crate that was sitting on top of the dresser. Slowly, he looked through it humming as he did so. He finally found a Billie Holiday record that he liked – “Lady Sings the Blues “ – and put it on.

Once Lady Day started crooning, he lay down the floor again. “I’ve always liked Billie Holiday,” he said turning to the blonde. “She has a voice that contains all of the sadness of the world, but it’s so lovely and honest, isn’t it?”

cassie barely glances up to see clark and she nods her head. sometimes you just wanted to lay on the floor.

her hair is a mess and in a ponytail and her hands rest on her stomach. " can you put on a record? " she nods her head toward the vinyl collection.

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Clark glanced down at Cassie and joined her on the floor. He rested his legs on his knees. “Hey,” he said with a smile. “Are you okay?"

she lays on the floor just looking at the ceiling. the door opens but she does not move an inch.

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@lcrk

Clark was using his super hearing to listen in on the sounds of a movie being made out on Mains Street. “Places, everyone!” “General Zod and Superman fight scene, Take 20!” And once the wind machines and the choppers started, he turned it off and went back to his coffee.

Superman had become all the rage years ago – comic books , movies, a television show, and an animated television show all sought to tell his story. Clark, Lois, and Jonathan had consumed most of that media and laughed their asses off. Ninety percent of the stories that they saw were made up and the ten percent of them that weren't was mostly based on whatever nonsense Clark had written about himself in The Daily Planet so many years ago.

Still, it was nice that Hollywood was still making magic even if he didn’t make a dime off of it and that was fine with him. Whatever worked for them, worked for him as long as their script supervisors and fact checkers didn’t show up at his house in the middle of the night asking him to verify certain stories.

He took another sip of his coffee and noticed a woman sitting at the bar two stools away. He had seen her face in the magazines at the supermarket even though he didn’t know her name. “You're playing Lana Lang in that movie, aren’t you?” he asked.

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“Your mother, Kal, was an extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent woman. Many men paid court to her – generals, members of the Council, noblemen, and peasants. For her own reasons, however, she chose me and the House of El… You should consider yourself lucky to be the son of such a mother, my son. She loved you more than my own feeble words can express and I pray that you love your son the way that she loved you.”  

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// Growing up, Clark did have a slight twang to his speech that he inherited from Martha and Jonathan. When he moved to Metropolis, he dropped it so that he wouldn’t sound like a hick. Once he came to Smallville as an old man, however, the twang came back with a vengeance and it’s very much there.

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@gammaragee

“I’m going to level with you, Dr. Banner,” Clark said as he plucked a long piece of straw, put it into his mouth, and began chewing it Tom Sawyer style. “I never was a man like you, Tony Stark, or Bruce Wayne that was a huge fan of science. I’m much simpler than that and limit myself to the things that I can see, feel, touch, taste or smell.”

The truth was, of course, that he knew more about science than most scientists and could have earned six Ph.Ds if he had ever wanted to, but that was back when he had been a younger man. Now, during his sunset years, these things didn’t matter that much.

“Anyway, can you tell me about this project of yours in layman’s terms and how I can be of help to you and your friends? “

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@facsimila

“I know that you don’t normally grant interviews like this, Miss Rippleman, but I was wondering if you could tell the readers of The Daily Planet a little bit about yourself and your project,” Clark said as he sipped from his cup of piping hot tea. “For example, can you tell me how you came up with it and how it grew into what it is today?”  

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// Starter call. Mutuals only, please!

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“I hope I can,” Clark said as he reached out for his cup of coffee and blew on it a little. He wasn’t big on caffeine, but he’d do as the Romans did and have a sip or two or three.

It didn’t surprise him in the least that Daenerys Targaryen’s people about The Daily Planet. One had to be living under a rock not to know about its sensational coverage of Batman, Superman, and every other hero on the planet. However, it wasn’t really much of a paper when it came to serious news. The Gotham publications were far better and The New York Times, of course, was the paper of record for the whole world. Never mind what J. Jonah Jameson said about his paper which was nothing more than a glorified tabloid.

“My wife, Lois Lane is the one that is much better at getting down to the bottom of things than I am,” he said blushing slightly. She was the one that had the degree while he was just some kid from Smallville, Kansas, who wrote stories to cover for his other life. “However, I will try my best to tell your stories as well as I can.” And God help him if he didn’t. “Would you mind telling me what is this all about? From my research, it seems to me that your company has quite a storied history.”

“It’s my honor to host you. Thank you for agreeing to meet,” she counters, a cooly professional smile masking all else on her face. The media was a dangerous thing, but also, unmistakably necessary: people believed what was recorded and written, the specific twist of the words. Daenerys is no stranger to the woes of publicity. The press had been both friend and to her for as far back as memory allowed, but right now, what she’s hoping for is an ally, if such a thing exists in their world.

“I must admit, it wasn’t me that first discovered your paper. My PR team is very thorough. I don’t think there’s a blog or publication that they aren’t aware of.” A woman comes in, discreetly placing a coffee tray on the table between them. Dany leans forward in her seat and begins to make herself a cup, gesturing for her guest to do the same, if desired. “As for why I chose you; well.” She sits back, cup steaming within her hands. “As I said — I have a very good team, and I was told that you’re a man who can be trusted to tell the truth.”

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// When Clark was six years old, Martha signed him up for piano lessons with a piano teacher in Smallville named Henrietta Langford. Within a year, Clark had surpassed her and he continued taking occasional lessons from a teacher in Kansas City. By the time that Clark left Smallville for good and moved to Metropolis, he could play any piano work from the virginal pieces of John Bull and William Byrd to difficult 20th century pieces like the Berg Sonata and Stravinsky’s Three Movement to Petrushka.