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Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
12:57 am - Scene 4?

sinisterf
Finally I actually managed to write my part, and damn I somehow wrote over two pages 0.0 Anyways I hope this is ok?

BTW lola_thursday it is now your turn, if you are still interested in playing? :D


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current mood: accomplished

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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
10:11 am - Scene 3...again

xandyrd
Clark looked around the assembled socialites. He seemed to have misplaced Lex. Of course, he was on his fourth glass of chamagne and was misplacing a lot of things, such as his feet, his chair and at some point his jacket.

He was fairly certain that four glasses shouldn't be enough to cause his vision to fuzz but he was feeling too happy to be concerned. In fact, he couldn't be concerned about anything at the moment. He was enthralled at the effect the champagne had on him. He noticed the elegant silver chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the gilded Victorian architecture which somehow managed to mix with what he thought was a rather good rendition of a Frech frieze. All the colors seemed to overwhelm him and leave him wanting more all at once.

He last saw Lex heading to the outdoor patio with the unfamiliar gentleman. In other circumstances, he would have unceremoniously walked out there and interrupted. After all, Lex and asked him to this thing and he didn't know anyone else there. Well, he was there alone and he was gonna have fun, dammit.

He made his way over to a waiter and snatched another glass. This waiter eyed him suspiciously but didn't manage to say anything. Lifting the glass to his lips, he savored the fizz as it tickled his mouth and throat. He eyed a couple of well dressed women, who blushed coquettishly and smiled as they turned away. He wasn't sure how to play that particular game, but he was willing to learn.

He half walked, have fizzed his way across the room, towards a crackled age-effect wall painting. Beneath it, a beautiful woman dressed in the most startling shade of scarlet was returning his smile. He wasn't sure what would happen when he got there, just that he wanted to be there, to converse with this vision of perfection. It wasn't so much that she was attactive as that she inspired a kind of worship. Of course, it was probably just the booze though.

He finally made it over to the woman in red, and tried to introduce himself.

"Hello, my name is Kent Clark..." he paused for a moment realizing somethig wasn't right. "No wait, the other way around."

The lady smiled and said, "Well, Clark, I don't want to wait the other way around. I enjoy the view this direction offers." With a smile, she sipped demurely at her own glass of champagne and licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. "Where are you from, Clark?"

"Uh, I'm from Smallville. I'm here for school. What's your name?" Clark couldn't help but to stare at her; she was enthralling with thick blonde hair, deep saphire eyes and creamy white skin.

"Why don't we go somewhere a bit more private to talk." She purred. "There's a couch in the upstairs foyeur."

Being a bit unsteady on his feet and feeling warm from the champagne, he decided that getting out of the crowd of people would be a good idea and let her guide him to the steps leading upstairs.

By the time they reached the landing, she had her hands on his lower back, gently pushing him onwards. Much to his embarrassment, the gentle pressure was having an effect.

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Go Brandy!

current mood: working

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Tuesday, July 8th, 2003
3:12 pm - A moment in time... (because you know that name hasn't been over done)

xandyrd
Bad setup but wanted to finally post something. Thank heavens for editing. :-)

Clark sat in his seat fidgeting as the collar of his rented tuxedo rubbed at his neck. To say nothing of what it was doing in other places. He tugged at the collar with one finger, then pant legs again to relieve some of the pressure. How Lex had been able to talk him into this Opera still couldn't be determined. Clark wasn't that big of an opera fan, believing it all to be the 'Waistline Enhanced' Viking woman productions from commercials and Bugs Bunny. Lex had promised him that wasn't the case and that he would enjoy this one.

Glancing over at Lex, Clark leaned in and said softly, "What's the name of this again?"

Lex looked at him and arched one eyebrow. "It's called Ah-per-ah, Clark. I would have thought even you could remember that." Lex smiled at the crease that appeared between Clarks eyebrows and continued, "Clark, I'm joking. It's called “Salome,” an opera by Richard Strauss based on the play by Oscar Wilde."

“Who?” Clark asked in puzzlement.

Lex sighed with exasperation. “Oscar Wilde, the writer… I thought your Journalism program included some type of literature.” The smile tugging at his mouth proved he was just joking though.

The lights began to dim and a hush fell over the throngs of people. Clark whispered “It does, but I don’t start at Metropolis University for another week, Lex. Once I do though, I’ll be sure and look him up.”

Lex merely snorted his dissent, and turned his attention to the stage as the first act began.

Clark watched as the lights came up on stage. His first impression was of an old Roman court. He wasn't sure what to expect because Lex hadn't been very forthcoming in details, however he was sure that he caught several biblical sounding names. As the opera moved on, he was sure it was a typical 'girl meets boy, father hates boy, girl defies father to get boy'. He was extremely surprised when the main character, Salome, began dancing and taking off veils though. He tried to catch Lex's attention but he was occupied with the goings on up on the stage. When Clark looked back, she was removing her last veil and began dancing in the nude. When she finished dancing, his hands moved to applaude but found his wrist grasped in Lex's hand.

"Not yet." Lex whispered softly, without taking his eyes off the woman. "Wait for the curtain to drop".

Chagrined, Clark moved his arms back the arm wrest. Wondering if it would be rude to rub at the tickle Lex's gentle grasp had created with the hair on his wrist, he nearly missed it when the severed head was brought to the woman. With an audible gasp, his breathe caught and his eyes grew wide as she began to lustily kiss the lifeless lips of the man she loved. Dumbfounded, he could only sit and stare as the soldiers moved forward to kill her, as per her fathers request. He began to applaude a full minute after everyone else; it took Lex's elbow to remind him not to be rude.

current mood: apathetic

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