[Clark stepped away from the reception desk with key in hand. Most of the clothes he arrived in actually felt comforting. Something about the boots, chaps, and flannel shirt just felt right to him. If anything felt off it was the red checkered poncho over his torso but he was quick to toss that aside and put his cowboy hat back on.
He had a lot of questions but he felt he wasn't going to get them here. So he strolls on over toward the front door and goes to open it.
...Except he unfortunately doesn't know his own strength and the simple motion to open the door turns out to rip it right off it's hinges and send it flying backwards into the lobby behind him.
He just stares absolutely dumbfounded for a moment.
...Was this one of the things he was supposed to keep secret?]
The hinges were stuck-
Uh- Is there a maintenance guy around to fix this?
Memories of the Living.
[Clark wasn't exactly sure why but the closer he came to finding his own gravestone the more ill he started to feel. He looked down to his hand and noticed it had taken a sickly green sort of shade..
Before he could think to turn around and head the other way. He suddenly feels another wave of weakness and his feet buckle underneath and he hits the ground hard.
He blearily looks up toward the grave and sees a necklace with a small green glowing rock.
Clark Kent | Smallville
[Clark stepped away from the reception desk with key in hand. Most of the clothes he arrived in actually felt comforting. Something about the boots, chaps, and flannel shirt just felt right to him. If anything felt off it was the red checkered poncho over his torso but he was quick to toss that aside and put his cowboy hat back on.
He had a lot of questions but he felt he wasn't going to get them here. So he strolls on over toward the front door and goes to open it.
...Except he unfortunately doesn't know his own strength and the simple motion to open the door turns out to rip it right off it's hinges and send it flying backwards into the lobby behind him.
He just stares absolutely dumbfounded for a moment.
...Was this one of the things he was supposed to keep secret?]
The hinges were stuck-
Uh- Is there a maintenance guy around to fix this?
Memories of the Living.
[Clark wasn't exactly sure why but the closer he came to finding his own gravestone the more ill he started to feel. He looked down to his hand and noticed it had taken a sickly green sort of shade..
Before he could think to turn around and head the other way. He suddenly feels another wave of weakness and his feet buckle underneath and he hits the ground hard.
He blearily looks up toward the grave and sees a necklace with a small green glowing rock.
Help a guy out?]