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    [font=times new roman]❝ You look at Superman, and you wonder; 'what can he possibly have to worry about?
    What could possibly ever hurt him?' But just because his skin is invulnerable, that doesn't mean his heart is.
    And that's how you hurt Superman. You break his heart...


    [color=#6495ED]Clark Kent as lived a life of secrecy since the day he could register how different he was.


    Strange, it really is, the concept of "life goes on." Clark can not grasp the notion that he walks by so many people within a day, and neither know what he was going through. How fortunate the lives are of such ignorant-minded people. But perhaps it is he who is blissfully unaware, despite his life of solitude. Granted he refuses to believe in others; his father had always told him the world wasn't ready for him — that they feared whatever it was that they could not understand. And then he Lois Lane; she saved him just as much as he saved her. She was his anchor, his inspiration. Thus, imagine his dismay and inner-turmoil when he realised what a risk it was to love her. Out of all of his strengths, she was one of his few weaknesses. And he had to do something about it.


    So he erased her memory of him, and though years passed and she got engaged and later had a son, he never could quite bring himself to forget about her as she had him. Then Lois gains an intern, who is burdened down to fetching everyone's coffee and being ordered around by others until she can earn a journalism report. This, of course, gives her plenty of free time. She may just be the only person, in the entire building of the Daily Planet that finds his frequent disappearances very odd. She soon finds herself gravitating toward the possibility of Clark Kent and the Man of Steel himself to be one in the same person.


    And yet, is she aware of (or even prepared for) the psychological and emotional consequences?



    Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. [color=#820707]❞

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    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ's ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    C L A R K ▌Kent ( Superman )
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ? ❞ ━━━━━ ━

    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━



    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"In the seventh turning hour,[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]will the victim's shadow fall?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=arial]The Daily Planet was far more busy than it had been merely an hour ago. Clark, who so precariously was able to feign humdrum idiosyncrasies fit for a John Doe, allowed himself to meld into the unanimous ebb and flow of the office space around him, hoping against hope that he would lose himself within the stoic-minded movement of hardworking reporters and journalists. Though it was nearly the afternoon, he felt as if the sky had never been darker. The sorrowful, dull sky was pregnant with clouds, traveling achingly slowly across the envelope of the atmosphere.




    He kept his gaze on the stacks of files concerning recent criminal activities and his alter-ego, Superman, himself. He was barely managing to disguise a grimace of distaste for not only the subject of the files, but the thick stack that begot from great numbers of them. Ah, but there ahead, a break in the organised chaos of the floor; Lois Lane. And she was approaching him. He couldn't help bu — wait; she was approaching him. Clinging to his façade like a second skin, he instinctively pushed up his glasses with his index finger, knocking over his papers as he stood awkwardly. Superman was confident; Clark Kent wasn't entirely sure why he had stood in the first place.




    "Kent, right? His felt his heart plummet to his feet. She couldn't even recall his name and he's been working here for years. He nodded frantically, unable to find his words. He could see the gleam in her eyes viably dim, probably deeming him for an idiot. "Can you make three copies of these five reports for me? I'd do it myself, but I'm so behind on my articles, I don't want to waste anytime." Whether he had grown accustomed to hearing her voice in the duration of the few seconds she spoke or if she was prompted by her obvious decision that he was stupid, he finally found his voice. "Of course, Ms.Layne."




    The gleam in her eyes never returned and she dismissively handed him her articles before retreating back to her desk, leaving him standing there, utterly dumbfounded. Pushing his glasses up again, even though he had done so a mere minute ago, he placed the files on the desk and stooped over to pick up the ones he had haphazardly knocked over, now resorted to gathering the papers and figuring out which file they went in again.

    [/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Should the irony grow hungry?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]With the victory and all they sought for..."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]

    Don't mind at all! c:
    I love your role-playing skills, anyway, so I'll never get tired of it.

    Alright, awesome! I am on my iPad as of right now, so my apologies for any mistakes. I will post in a minute or two.


    that actually made me smile quite a lot

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    [size=12][shadow=black,right]Adelaide Lucille Waters[/shadow][/size]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 350px;][color=black]Addie stood, waiting for Lois in her office. Being an intern at the Daily Planet was not what the feminine expected, yet she wasn't surprised. It was foolish for her to even for a second think she would be doing really productive work. The girl's dream was long from being fulfilled. The young woman had always wanted the same thing throughout all of her years. Ever since she was a little girl and sat on her grandfather's lap, mindlessly pressing buttons on his typewriter to create gibberish stories with her imagination. The memory was pleasant, yet brief, her reminiscing interrupted by Mrs. Lane herself. "Ms. Waters, please make yourself useful and get me another coffee. More sugar than last time." Lois commanded, sitting at her desk to shuffle through some paper work, probably about Superman.


    "Yes, Mrs. Lane." Addie said, turning to exit the office. Upon exiting the office, the girl was shocked by the hustle of the busy work day. She let out a sigh, hoping one day Lois would see how valuable Addie was and how she was capable of writing a report. As she made her way through the office, towards the breakroom, she thought about more things. Her busy life, balancing her last year of college, her internship, and still having enough money to eat, made having a social life, let alone a love life, difficult. She hasn't really ever been into the dating side of life, more into making a name for herself. Distracted by her thoughts, she unknowingly bumped into a man. "Oh, my apologies, Mr. Kent." Addie said quickly, embarrassed by what a fool she was making herself look like, struggling to fix her hair and keep composure. Though Clark Kent was attractive, she would never make a move. Way to busy.


    ━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ's ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ━ ━━ ━━━━━ ━━━
    C L A R K ▌Kent ( Superman )
    ━ ━━━━━━ ━━━ ━━━━━━━ ━━ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ? ❞ ━━━━━ ━

    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━



    [align=center][img width=220 height=270]http://31.media.tumblr.com/9c5…s80yALvl1tdwsnwo1_400.png[/img] [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -450px; margin-bottom: -8px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"In the seventh turning hour,[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-left: -350px; margin-bottom: -70px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]will the victim's shadow fall?"[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; margin-top: 60px; margin-left: -100px; width: 230px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=arial]Adelaide, the woman named after the Australian city, had not gone unnoticed by the alien of a man. His keen hearing warned him of her approach, yet he hadn't expected her to bump into him, hence nearly dropping his files all over again as he had gathered them in his arms to place them on the desk. He would be lying if he said she wasn't a gorgeous semblance of a goddess, but Lois, despite being cold and unaware of his affections for him, had a special place in his heart. He was in utter denial; she would never love him, and he knew that, but he wouldn't let himself stop hoping.




    "It's okay," he muttered, grabbing for the files Lois had told him to print copies of before glancing back at Adelaide. He recognised her as, what he liked to call, the coffee-bearer. She seemed unnoticeable, but her job was sort of important; without their coffee, everyone on this floor would be their own versions of bitter villains. And though she was treated carelessly and somewhat badly, he still had a respect for her perseverance. "And... don't hesitate to call me Clark." He slightly bent the file in his hand as he stood awkwardly, not sure if he should be saying something more or if he should just say bye.




    Sometimes, he wondered which part of this disguise was him literally being awkward or if it was all an act to play Clark Kent more accurately. If it was an act, he was a pretty damn good actor because he was even convincing himself that he was a total dork. "Uuh... are you fetching coffee? I'm headed to the break room to print out a few copies." He had heard the exchange between her and Lois; having supernatural hearing came in handy sometimes.




    He usually refrained from communicating with people and keeping their company, 'cause he had this awful habit of having to bail out on him whenever he heard a disturbance -- whenever someone called his name or screamed for help. But for some reason, he felt obligated to accompany her to the break room.




    She seemed just as lonely as he.

    [/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: -450px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][glow=black,2,300]"Should the irony grow hungry?[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: -350px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right][color=white][glow=black,2,300]With the victory and all they sought for..."[/glow][/fancypost]


    [align=center][size=6pt][color=black]© ғɪʀᴇ, ғɪʀᴇ    [/size]