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[luthored]

[ The sound of a heart monitor isn't all that entertaining in general, and the journal wouldn't randomly open for something so boring, would it? Nope. Because right after it suddenly spikes, there's a small clatter and a flatline, followed by a hushed gasp. ]

No.

[ An uncomfortable, heavy silence, then a hopeful murmur. ]

Clark? ...Clark?

[ Another stretch, before there's a muffled sob. She's practically panting, out of breath from her own adrenalin and quickly revealed yell of rage. ]

No! Clark! Where is he?! [ There's a sharp CRASH as the hospital bed hits the other side of the room, and Lana's voice is practically a roar of utter fury. ]

LEX!

[ And the recording of her ends there, as she is immediately gone. Any intending to check Lana's hospital room after all the racket will find it empty except for her journal, the hospital bed hanging from a dent in the wall. ]

[City Filter]

[ Lana feels violently ill, but there's nothing to come up. Not even tears. All she can do is stand in front of the house that she once called hers for a long moment, as if reluctant to re-introduce herself to an old friend. Eventually she enters, wasting no time in showering and changing, but she doesn't even pass a glance to the puppy nipping at her heels before shutting the door in it's face and is out on the town again.

He isn't here. He isn't here.

He isn't here.

But she still has work to do. ]

[/City Filter]

[ ooc; Backdated to before the pony portal appeared~ City filter is open to anyone who wants to bump into her! And why yes she is wearing all leather because reasons. ]

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[howruthless]

[Tess is in town when she hears Lana's explosion on the journal, so she makes her way to the woman's house as oppose to heading back to the castle. It if anything, she'll meet Lana halfway.

When she gets there, Lana's already coming out of the house, well on a mission to somewhere, but that won't stop Tess from getting in her way.]

That was quite the performance.

[luthored]

[ She stops when she sees the woman in her way, hears a voice that rings of familiarity and yet the look Lana is giving her is one of confusion.

For a few moments, anyway. Slowly, recognition is dawning on her. ]

Tess.

[howruthless]

[She sees that moment of confusion. She hasn't seen it before, but if she could hazard a guess she would have to say that something happened.]

Lana. Is everything alright?

City filter forever aww yeah

[onlyanapple]

[Of course Crowley had heard the outburst over the journal, he'd even tried contacting her through it a few times, but to no avail. Not at his was worried. Nope.

In fact, he's only driving the road back up towards the castle because he forgot a few things. Not that he feels the need to check on her or anything ridiculous like that.

Still, he pulls up when he catches her stepping out of the house]

Are we still in a seething rage?

[luthored]

[ Lana looks in the direction of the car with a certain level of uncertainty and irritation. It's a very memorable car, actually, but it isn't clicking until he speaks, and she looks at him.

Another long moment. Then, ]

I was having a nightmare, is all.

[luthored]

No.

[ She keeps staring at Tess, going over her memories as they try to mesh and not override anything. She didn't know Tess in Smallville... But she knows her here. Will know her. Lex's ally, Clark's ally, Katherine's ally...

Not hers.

Lana's gaze hardens, and she walks past Tess. ]

I woke up from a nightmare. I guess I should be glad I woke up at all.

[assassino]

[THERE'S CONCERN LACED INTO THAT ITALIAN PURR...]

... Lana?

[And then he heads out to find her, starting with home and fanning out.]

[luthored]

[ She doesn't have her journal with her, but it would have been a long time before checking, anyway. Instead he might find her stalking around town, even more conflicted now after having to deal with both Tess and Crowley. No matter how positive or negative the ties here are, they just keep to seem trying to weigh her down. And she's clearly, clearly not in the mood for that.

It's only the unique manner of dress that keeps Lana from waltzing right past him in her darkened haze, but even if her steps have halted, she's not saying anything.

Debating...and waiting for a sarcastic remark about her earlier 'outburst' just like the others. ]

[assassino]

[He sees her and his eyes do a once-over. She dresses differently, and she's older -- only by a few years, but they're a few years she wears well.

He whistles.]

Well! Look at you.

[luthored]

[ It catches her off guard. Still.

But only because it's the opposite of what she expected. And the fluster is short-lived, soon replaced with even more caution. She eyes him like she needs to size him up.

Then she smiles as she holds up a hand to pull her glove off. The venom laced within her voice is oddly jovial. ]

Right, no more ring. Sorry, I know the sparkle was the main attractor. I think it had a bad boy magnet stuck in there. You know, just another one of Lex's special ways of testing me, maybe?

[assassino]

What an interesting turn of events, given that I swore off married women for good earlier this very week!

[His eyes moving to that bare finger, he chuckles and approaches her a few steps. There's something about her tone that is different, too, and the bite in it has him itching to know more.]

What did you do to the bastard?

[luthored]

[ She purses her lips, clouded gaze quickly turning downward in shame. Not at his assumption, no. But at the answer she has to give, choked out in a suddenly hushed tone. ]

Nothing. Someone got in my way.

[assassino]

[Damn. His smirk fades a bit in favour of sympathy.

He offers a hand to her.]

If you can believe it, I know that feeling. It is unpleasant, to say the least.

[luthored]

You don't know anything.

[ It's biting, she knows. She doesn't care. And she brushes past him, tugging the glove over her hand.

Things are still so jumbled, any time her gaze settles on a new face. Which memories go with what. Which ones are important? Valid? Which ones are just fantasies? It doesn't really matter, because she can't afford to be weak like that. ]

You can't help me.

[assassino]

[Cold. Ezio drops the hand, turning to follow her with his eyes as she passes him.]

You'd be surprised... and you should know a lone wolf can't accomplish as much as a pack.

[luthored]

[ She bites her lip, but it's so she doesn't laugh. She shouldn't be so arrogant, really. Vaguely, if she can trust the recollection, she remembers that their last encounter was friendly, if somewhat conflicted. She had wanted to help him, even though she wasn't anywhere near his level.

And now... Now she can't even say what level she's on. But she does stop. ]

Ezio. I'm not a wolf. [ A glance over her shoulder, only a slightly giving tilt of her head. Maybe the tiniest of smiles. ] I'm Lana Lang.

[succubitch]

[Lilah's in her own penthouse when she hears the outburst and while she doesn't like Lana, at all, she's curious. It seems out of context almost, her words.

So when she goes to make her way towards the other's home, she almost smirks to see Lana standing outside of it.]

That was one hell of an outburst.

[onlyanapple]

I heard that was quite an epidemic. [He arches a brow] I also thought those things were over.

[luthored]

Over?

[ Again, she can't remember exactly what her last experience was here. It's all jumbled, all over the place, but she knows nightmares are universal. Or at least they should be. ]

I don't know about that. But I woke up in the clinic.

[luthored]

[ Only intense dislike can bring about recollection this fast! However, Lilah might notice the glare of displeasure is more blatant than normal. She doesn't seem to be putting on any arrogant airs... She's just being plain arrogant. ]

So I keep hearing. Do you have anything more original to add to the mix?

[onlyanapple]

Yeah, lasted a few days, from what I can tell.

[He'll peer over the door at her]

Right, and you're wandering around the town, why?

[luthored]

I could ask you the same question.

[ She strolls a bit closer, the cool act dropping a bit in favor of a shy smile. He doesn't know it, but it's been ages since Lana saw him last. And now that's beginning to settle in.

It doesn't help anything. It doesn't really calm her anger, but... It's comforting. ]

Crowley. I feel like I missed you.

[onlyanapple]

I live here now. Moved in with Allen and Ino after... certain things happened.

[That gets a bit of a chuckle at least]

I'm loveable like that. Go without a dose of Crowley for too long and you really start to feel it.

[luthored]

[ Allen and Ino... Familiar names, but she wasn't close enough to remember why yet. Besides, that isn't as important. ]

Certain things? You mean the...nightmare epidemic?

[onlyanapple]

Well, I don't dream so less of that. [He pauses, a frown forming on his face as he focusses on the steering wheel]

Faye went home.