warmwitchsblood | the talon } { the thrill of the kill

Current Mood: tired

Entry tags:

the talon } { the thrill of the kill

Ruby was pissed off.

She was pissed off and she was frustrated, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Sam needed to stop fighting her and start helping her, but until that happened, she wasn’t going to get anywhere on getting Lucifer out. She knew it would take time for Sam to get over his brother’s death, but they were running out of time. Dean had already broken the first seal and now they didn’t have long before the angels figured out what they had done and went to try and fix it.

She needed to make sure she could keep Sam under her thumb. Sex was a start, pulling demons dry was a start, but she needed to get him drinking, and he wasn’t succumbing to that as easily as she would have liked. So when she started to hit that frustrated stage harder than warranted dealing with Sam, she went to take it out elsewhere. Sam needed to be handled with kid gloves.

Demons did not.

She found a collection of them outside a small farm town in Kansas, and by the time she was finished with them, they were a collection of bodies, and Ruby felt a little better. She lit them all on fire so they wouldn’t be found, and then moved on to the nearest coffee shop to wait for Sam. She had left him a note to meet her later, and now all she had to do was wait. She settled onto a chair with a Danish to wait and try to regain the drill sergeant attitude that she knew Sam needed. Even if she was really starting to get sick of it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

When Clark returned to Smallville from Metropolis, something seemed off. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but there was this knot somewhere inside him that told him to stay alert.

Then again, between Maxima and what she'd said about Lois, maybe he was just looking for something to distract him. Part of him regretted staying while he sent the queen back to her home planet of Almerac, but his place was here, and apparently, with Lois. Clark wasn't so sure. Maybe he was attracted to her, and maybe they had some kind of connection, but those things didn't necessarily equal a relationship. He wasn't interested.

Clark walked into the Talon, intending to unwind with a cup of coffee and some apple pie. He sat at the bar, loosening his tie a bit as he put in his order. When the barista turned to do her job, he took a glance around, just out of habit, quickly noticing the brunette with the Danish. He knew pretty much everyone in this town and he'd never seen her before.

He definitely would have remembered her if he had.

His refreshments arrived rather quickly, and when they did, he decided to take initiative. She shouldn't have to sit alone.

He took his cup and plate in hand and made his way to her table. "Excuse me," he said with a polite grin. "Is this seat taken?"

Ruby was ready to tell him off pretty quickly, because she just wasn't in the mood, but when she looked up and actually looked at him ... well. There was something you don't see every day.

There was something about him that wasn't quite right. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but she was willing to find out. She straightened, before shaking her head.

"Knock yourself out."

Clark settled into the seat in front of her. His hand lifted not even an inch before he reconsidered. A hand shake might be a little formal to use in this case. He offered his best smile instead.

"Clark Kent."

It's a cute smile, but she still wasn't entirely sure what he's doing here. She shrugged it off before taking another sip of her coffee. "Ruby."

He picked up his fork as he talked. "I haven't seen you before. Just passing through?"

He was hoping the answer would be no.

Sorry, Clark. You're gonna have little luck with this one.

"Just stopped to grab a snack. I'm waiting for a friend."

He nodded as he chewed his food, hoping he was doing an okay job at hiding his disappointment.

Probably not, considering the day he's had.

He washed down his pie with a sip of coffee. "Where are you headed?"

He wasn't. It was kind of cute, a guy that easy to read, but she had another easy read that she needed to worry about right now.

"Not sure yet. Just not here."

He sighed, but put on his best grin.

Oh well. It was a long shot anyway.

"I guess I can't blame you."

She sighed herself. Emotional reinforcement really wasn't her strong suit, but she needed the practice. Sam was starting to waver, and she needed to make sure that she was still there, firmly dug in under her skin.

"Look, it's nothing about the town. We're just looking for work, and -- this place doesn't exactly fit the bill."

He nodded. He understood, though he wouldn't have been offended if it had been about the town.

"Metropolis isn't far. You might try there."

His suggestion had nothing to do with the fact that he worked there. Nope. He was just a guy in a small town coffee shop eating pie.

She'd considered Metropolis, but there weren't enough demons. Still, it might be something for Sam to do, give him a break from Lilith hunting. If she could get him to take a break from Lilith hunting.

"I'll keep that in mind."

He grinned at her, then decided to focus on his pie for a little bit. He didn't feel like he had to keep up a conversation. He would just sit and enjoy the company of a pretty girl while she was still here.

Though he kept getting a whiff of something that wasn't too pleasant.

Ruby was considering him right back. Wholesome farm boy was never really her type, and right now she had Sam to deal with, but there was something about him that was pinging her attention, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what. She paused, looking around for a moment before turning back to him.

"So. Lived here your whole life?"

He nodded. "Pretty much." Pretty much as in he was about three when he landed and doesn't remember the rest. "My farm's been in the Kent family for four generations."

Wow. That's oddly sweet in a weird sort of way. "So you're pretty much all farm, I guess?"

That brought a smile to his face. "I hope so."

"You hope so?" She raised an eyebrow skeptically at that. "That seems like an odd thing to hope for."

He looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Most farmboys I've met want to prove that isn't all they are," she said with a smirk. "Most girls find that kind of boring."

He grinned back at her as he shrugged. "I'm proud of where I come from. I guess I'll have to wait for a girl who feels the same way."

She nodded. "Fair enough. Good luck with that."

He wasn't really sure if that was genuine or not, but he was raised to be polite and that's what he would be, unless she became another Lois Lane and demanded to snarked at.

"Thanks."

Oh, Ruby may become another Lois soon enough, but for right now, she's just curious. There was something about him that pinged her interest, and given Sam's cycle of drink, bitch, repeat as of late, she could use something with a little more interest.

"Do you work on the farm?"

"I used to," he said before he took a sip of his coffee. "I just recent got a job at the Daily Planet."

"The newspaper?" She tipped her head to the side. "What do you usually cover?"

He chuckled. "I'm not so much a reporter as a copy boy. I've done a few obits, but nothing really substantial."

"But you're planning on working your way up, I assume?" Reporters usually were the go getter types. She wouldn't be surprised if he did.

He nodded. "I'd rather be out in the field than stuck behind a desk." Part of him would much rather be back on the farm, but the Planet was where he could do the most good.

"A doer. The world doesn't seem to have a whole lot of those anymore." It was a complicated world -- she was glad she didn't have to actually pay attention to it. But then again, there was a reason that her side was going to win the war.

"Cows don't milk themselves, and neither do sources." It was an awkward way of putting it, but he thought it worked.

It was a little awkward, and that shows on Ruby's face, but she'll humor him for now. "So you think being a reporter is a lot like working on a farm?"

"Both involve going out into the field and working long, hard hours." So yes, he did.

She smirked a bit at that. "I guess you have a point."

Clark smiled nice and wide before taking another sip from his cup. He hadn't made her smile exactly, but a smirk was enough to make him happy.

She glances around for a moment, before looking down at her watch. Sam was blowing her off. Go figure. She takes a breath before getting up to go track him down. "Anyway. I gotta go. But ... nice meeting you, Farm Boy."

And she won't give him much of a chance to respond before she disappears into the crowd and is gone.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

the talon } { the thrill of the kill

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject