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When Up is Down [rp for poor_imitation]
"... you'd better call or email soon." Chloe steps back, closing the driver's door of a blue VW Bug, and peers at the sole occupant. "I mean it."
Eirene nods, reaching out of the window to clasp hands briefly with her boyfriend's best friend. It's an odd little duo they are now, both of them having figured out that Clark never came back from his final showdown with an identical clone some weeks back. The goddess blames herself for having been gone most of that time, off dealing with incidents larger than a small town or large city in Kansas.
She's only hung around for the last week because of Chloe Sullivan; the slightly taller blonde needed someone to stick around so she wouldn't go crazy. Everyone else seems fooled into assuming the doppleganger is the real thing, and that's exactly why she's leaving now.
"Yeah, I will. Just going to drive for a few days and see where I end up, y'know. But you're at the top of my speed-dial," because Chloe programmed it in herself, "so... we'll see." She backs carefully out of the driveway and heads towards the highway, , watching the mirror until she can't see Chloe's waving figure.
Two hours later she's pulled into a rest stop, still unaccustomed to driving rather than walking, and is quietly shredding bread crumbs for the resident pigeons.
Eirene nods, reaching out of the window to clasp hands briefly with her boyfriend's best friend. It's an odd little duo they are now, both of them having figured out that Clark never came back from his final showdown with an identical clone some weeks back. The goddess blames herself for having been gone most of that time, off dealing with incidents larger than a small town or large city in Kansas.
She's only hung around for the last week because of Chloe Sullivan; the slightly taller blonde needed someone to stick around so she wouldn't go crazy. Everyone else seems fooled into assuming the doppleganger is the real thing, and that's exactly why she's leaving now.
"Yeah, I will. Just going to drive for a few days and see where I end up, y'know. But you're at the top of my speed-dial," because Chloe programmed it in herself, "so... we'll see." She backs carefully out of the driveway and heads towards the highway, , watching the mirror until she can't see Chloe's waving figure.
Two hours later she's pulled into a rest stop, still unaccustomed to driving rather than walking, and is quietly shredding bread crumbs for the resident pigeons.
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She pauses half a second, but makes herself keep moving, the satchel with the few things she wants settling over small shoulders.
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Eirene wants to hit him so hard he'll stop sneering at her, and that scares the goddess. There really hasn't been a violent urge that she can remember since becoming Peace.
"Just go away."
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She just doesn't go around smacking people. At all. Ever.
"SHUT UP!"
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"So you do have a little fire in you after all."
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"Why are you pestering me? Wasn't it enough to destroy him, take over his life and sleep with his ex-girlfriend?" She means Lana.
"Now let me go."
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"No, it wasn't. Isn't. I deserve everything he had."
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There'll be an experimental yank back of her arm.
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"There's more."
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"The whole world's out there for the taking. He had the opportunity, but he didn't take it. I will."
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"Oh, no you don't. I will not allow you to run unchecked across this planet."
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"My planet. My people. There is no way in Tartarus that I will let you hurt them; physically or emotionally. Don't push me."
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"Then maybe you'd better stick around and make sure I don't."
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Frown.