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[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]
[Clark Kent (kalel_ofkrypton@livejournal.com)]
Clark doesn't look well today, pacing with an almost frantic energy, eyes wild and scared. He's been unknowingly infected with silver kryptonite, twisting his thoughts and perceptions of things into a false reality where everyone has turned against him, and he no longer knows who he can trust. He looks physically sick, pale and shaky, dark circles under red-rimmed eyes and he backs away from anyone who tries to approach too close.
"I thought I could trust them. But they were all conspiring against me, even my parents. How could they do that? How am I supposed to know who to trust?" He's rambling, paranoid, the strange meteor rock infection driving his fear out of control to levels he normally wouldn't even approach on his own. "I don't know what to do. I can't stay there, they know what I am. No one will help me. What should I do?" He doesn't even know if he can trust the people here, either, because it's not just the people from his world who have betrayed him. And that makes it so much worse.
((OOC: Clark's been infected with silver kryptonite, made partly of Brainiac, and it's messing with his head. He may see or hear things completely differently from how it's really happening.))
[Clark Kent (kalel_ofkrypton@livejournal.com)]
Clark doesn't look well today, pacing with an almost frantic energy, eyes wild and scared. He's been unknowingly infected with silver kryptonite, twisting his thoughts and perceptions of things into a false reality where everyone has turned against him, and he no longer knows who he can trust. He looks physically sick, pale and shaky, dark circles under red-rimmed eyes and he backs away from anyone who tries to approach too close.
"I thought I could trust them. But they were all conspiring against me, even my parents. How could they do that? How am I supposed to know who to trust?" He's rambling, paranoid, the strange meteor rock infection driving his fear out of control to levels he normally wouldn't even approach on his own. "I don't know what to do. I can't stay there, they know what I am. No one will help me. What should I do?" He doesn't even know if he can trust the people here, either, because it's not just the people from his world who have betrayed him. And that makes it so much worse.
((OOC: Clark's been infected with silver kryptonite, made partly of Brainiac, and it's messing with his head. He may see or hear things completely differently from how it's really happening.))
