Jason pages: There's a hellboy.com? Metro: The Habitat: Bart's Room(#497RFJgn) Bart's room is reasonably well-lit, and not nearly as much of a hellhole as his room in the New York headquarters was. There're posters all over the room - bands, movies, and several of Golden Age heroes. His bed (unmade) is a simple Harvard frame, desk is extrordinarily messy, floor is mostly clear. There're a couple of comic book longboxes stacked in one corner, and an Epiphone Telecaster -- electric guitar -- leaning against a Danelectro 30-watt amp nearby. Contents: Superboy Obvious exits: Out You paged Jason with 'There is indeed.'. From afar, Jason goes there. You paged Jason with 'And it kicks all ass.'. Before you is a young man, tall at about five and a half feet, maybe an inch taller and in excellent shape. His legs and upper body are very well defined muscularly making it apparent that he works out a lot. His face screams youthfulness as his jaw looks like it has never had the need to be shaved. His dark black hair is left rather long on top and falls over in waves, which look to be placed there naturally with no effort needed on his part to keep it there. Along the sides it is shaved shorter until it eventually is shaved completely off. A pair of dark sunglasses covers his eyes right now, making it nearly impossible to tell what or who he is looking at and is his left ear is a small, gold, hoop earring. On his feet is a pair of black boots with three broad yellow bands around the thigh. The rest of his body is covered by a tight superhero costume. Starting where his boots left off and rising to his waist in is a deep red and about his waist are two black belts which hang there loosely and another, this one yellow, is strapped around his right thigh. His hands are covered in gloves of matching colour, the upper part flipped down once just above the wrist. Rising up from his waist, the suit becomes blue up to his shoulders where it again changes to black and stays this darker colour down his arms and to his hands. This is not noticeable, however, as he wears a black leather jacket over it. With four pockets and its buckle at the bottom, it is like any other leather jacket but for one thing. The all-yellow S-shield on the back to match the traditional yellow and red one on his chest, marking him as a part of the Superfamily. Yes, the Metropolis Kid, Superboy is back. Bart Allen(#181PX?Jface) The tallish, lanky kid in front of you slouches and looks preoccupied, amber eyes distant and very likely unfocused, until you deliberately try to catch his attention. His hair is longish - kind of, oh, Ramones-length - and thick, sticking out a bit in wiry waves. It generally behaves badly, finding its way back into his face whenever he pushes it away. It could definitely use a trim. He has the calm, careless face of a child, delicate features pale and sharp. The teenager wears a pale green bowling shirt, made of a shimmery polyester-like fabric. Across the front, and edging the collar and short sleeves, is a bold black and white checkerboard pattern. His black jeans are relatively baggy: long, lazy folds go from the bunched-up hems to his pockets, making a couple of stops along the way - they offer him freedom of movement. His shoes are relatively understated, as quiet as size 13 Docs can possibly be. And, of course, trendily enough, his wallet is connected to his belt with a long chrome chain, making a wide arc down the side of his leg. [Bart Allen looked at you.] Jason pages: Anyway, dunno if this will amount to anything. I'm slow putting out the art, on top of all the other things, on account of being a wee bit busy. Hey, Dinah's here. % Activity in world smx "Sure, I...yeah, no problem, obviously, Cass. I know how tough your mom gets on you about that stuff," offers Bart, glancing up at Cassie again as she begs off, already heading out the door. He straightens his posture a little, scratching the back of his neck, then dropping his hands to his sides. Finally, he looks back at the Kid of Steel and raises his eyebrows. "Well, me. You can tell me." He flops down onto his bed, then scoots back so he's sitting against the wall with his legs straight out in front of him, and looks curious. Long distance to Jason: Bart Allen yahs -- but no Andy. [TMS] Superboy is going to pose this in short spurts, but don't feel you need to pose after everything. I'll just stop where I think someone may want to interupt. If you don't say anything, OOCly, I'll just keep going. From afar, to (Bart Allen, Dinah Lance): Jason can write JC out, he supposes... To (Bart Allen, Jason), Dinah Lance pages: NO! He was doing so well! If anything, my character is the least appropriate (but I'll try ;). His lines were GREAT. Keep waiting. [Titans] Sandy Hawkins has connected. [TMS] PokeBart Bart Allen nodnods. Superboy leans back in the chair, folding his hands behind his head after removing his sunglasses and setting them inside his pocket. "Where to begin... I guess when Tana contacted me... She said she was in trouble and asked if I could help her out. So of course, even though she couldn't tell me what it was over the phone, I told her I would... I would've told you all, but she wanted it kept a secret. I figured a week, week and a half max and I'd be back, so I left without saying anything..." Bart Allen nods, then holds a hand up. "Wait -- just a second. Tana's someone you know in Hawaii, I'm guessing? I mean, I don't know her, so. Just getting my facts straight." Superboy looks over at you and nods. "That's right. Tana Moon. The former GLA reporter? She lives in Hawaii, but I met her in Metropolis." "So, when I got to Hawaii, I met up with Tana and she told me about her problem," the Kid continues on. "We were here and there and everywhere and most of the stuff we were doing was in private. We needed to keep a low profile which is likely why you couldn't find me when you were looking. It wasn't that big a deal, not for me, anyway, but she was worried and stuff and you know how women are..." Maybe it's a good thing Cass left after all, eh? "Well, it took about two weeks to sort out and just as I was about to come home, I met this girl.. A real... knockout. Literally." Bart Allen inclines his head like he's gonna nod, pauses for a second, then finishes the motion. Then he pauses again and looks skeptical. "So...jeez, SB, so it totally /was/ about a girl? Man..." Superboy moves a hand to rub his eyes as he thinks back and he pauses for a moment before looking at you and continuing on. "No... Just keep your pants on, will ya? Anyway, as I was saying.. This girl, her name was Knockout and, well, she liked to beat the tar out of me." Now you know this must've been bad if he's admiting that. "So after I finally dealt with Tana, Knockout started and I couldn't get away... She hounded me day and night... The first time I met her, she broke my communicator... I would've contacted you by phone or something, but thought she might have that tapped as she was -always- where I was. It took me over three months of constant harrassment to finally lose her somewhere in Australia. I didn't come here because I didn't want her to follow me..." "After I finally got her off my back, I thought that she could be out there.. watching...so I laid low, trying to find out if she was following me... That lasted two freakin' months. Every time I thought I had lost her for sure, something would happen that would make me think she was back..." Sighing, the Kid leans forward and leans on his elbows. "That brings us to the present day... She's still out there... somewhere... but I don't think she's followed me back.. Though you never know..." [TMS] Superboy idles for a sec. [TMS] PokeBart Bart Allen nods. [TMS] Superboy forgot to call to see if I could get a ride to work tomorrow. :p [TMS] PokeBart Bart Allen says, "...oops. :>" "...bloody grife," says Bart, wide-eyed, leaning forward. He brings his legs up in front of him, sitting indian-style finally, and puts his elbows on his knees. "Talk about mixing it up with bad company. I really wish I *had* found you -- maybe I could've helped. Maybe I still can..." he trails off, then sits back again, folding his wrists across each other on his lap. His brow furrows slightly as he thinks, then he runs a hand through his hair, getting it out of his face again. "What was her deal with you? Why did she keep following you?" % Activity in world mythos % Connection to mythos closed by foreign host. Superboy shrugs slightly. "Good question. I have no idea." With a sigh, he looks down at the floor and shakes his head. "She just showed up about two, two and a half weeks after I left and started beating on me... She must've found it fun 'cause she had me dead to rights a few times and let me get away..." Looking back up at you, he looks as confused as you are. "It was weird. I don't who she is or what her goals were.. I just know she showed up at the worst possible time..." Bart Allen shakes his head, grimacing. "Timing has been...pretty amazingly bad, all around, for a good long while now." He leans his head against the wall, tapping his thumb against his knee. "Maybe we should sic Knockout on the DEO, huh?" he finally asks with a faint grin. At the mention of the DEO, the Kid sits up straight and narrows his eyes. "When did you say the DEO started bothering you all, again?" The lightbulb has gone off in his head and it's burning brightly. Maybe it'll burn itself out... Raising his eyebrows, Bart watches Superboy's face. "Around the time you left. The JLA - or some members of it, anyway - rescued this girl who has no idea who she is and is usually in this weird misty form, who calls herself the Secret. They promptly sent her off with us, without telling us jack about her, and then we found out the hard way that the DEO is still looking for her. Apparently she escaped from them -- they were experimenting on her or something." He pauses, looking a little dubious. "You think it has something to do with Knockout?" Superboy raises an eyebrow and smirks as if asking 'do you need to ask?'. "I think it has -everything- to do with the DEO. The way she toyed with me. The way should would beat on me then let me go and always follow, but come out to make sure I knew she was still there. As if daring me to go for help.." As he speaks, the Kid's face pales. "Oh crap, Bart... What if I led her here? Led the DEO to you all? What if she's one of their agents and they sent her to keep me busy so I couldn't help you?" All a good tale, but is he telling the truth this time, or is it all an elaborate ploy to get him back in good with you all? Bart Allen rubs his nose and looks kind of tired, slouching down against the wall some more. It's a moment before he answers. "If she's DEO, that's actually good, since it means we only have one problem to worry about, not two. And there's no way you led the DEO to us, since they've been well aware of us the whole time. I had a guy watching me while I was in school for a few weeks, until I finally called him out on the pavement and told him to knock it off, he knew where I lived anyway." He pauses. "Oh yeah, and I don't have a secret ID anymore. Just for future reference." % Connection to smx closed by foreign host. Superboy nods slowly as he reaches up to rub his chin. So he could've come back.. Oh well.. Live and learn... "Well, I think that things have just gotten much, much worse. If Knockout's involved, that is." With a sigh, he flicks his eyes over at you and idly wonders if you believed a word he said or if you're just humouring him. He's pretty sure the others won't, but hopefully you at least do. "What happened to that?" Well -- he might still be naive, then, for all that. Because Bart believed every word Superboy said. This story, see, it sounded believable. Again -- nothing about walrus men or anything. And anyway, it - all right, laugh - it /felt/ true, the way he told it. "Ah...well. Um. I introduced myself on national television." He grins sheepishly. "With my real name. On purpose, in an interview. With Wally there." Superboy busts up laughing right then and there. Leaning back in the chair, he holds his sides as he roars with laughter which slowly dies off as he gasps for breath. "You told them on national teevee with Wally there? Oh gawd... Do you have it on tape? I'd love to see the look on his face when you did it." Just thinking about it makes him snicker once more. Bart Allen looks smug, and straightens up a little more. "Eh - his reaction wasn't so interesting. The reaction of the anchor, though -- man, it was to /die/ for. But Wally -- it's really not much of a big deal to him, y'know? He hasn't had one for a while now. I'm not sure, I think he was proud of me. I think. It's hard to tell. But really it rocked, because then the anchor was asking all kinds of questions about Grandpa and stuff." He coughs quietly, half-hiding a smirk. "Definitely surprised a lot of people, though." ============================================================================== Zero Hour: Weekly Checktime Report ============================================================================== For the week you have spent: 9 hours 34 minutes 31 seconds In Character and 3 days 1 hours 26 minutes 42 seconds connected to Zero Hour. ============================================================================== You already are set IC. Superboy snaps his fingers and sits up strait and shoots. "Well that's no good. Ah well. Guess not having a secret identity is the norm, eh?" Looking over at you, he makes a little grin as if he's hiding something, then it's gone again, almost as quickly as it came up. "But that's cool. Now you can go out in public with me and won't need to act like you have no idea who I am, or that you're amazed at my... amazingness." Bart Allen makes a face. "Never have. Never will." He grins. "And it's not a bad thing -- just means, you know, you can call me Bart when I'm in costume and I won't get mad." He straightens his legs again, waving his feet off the end of the bed. "Not like I had much of one anyway. I mean, how many tall skinny freaks with size thirteen sneakers and bastard-child-of-Joey-Ramone-and-Kramer hair are there with names suspiciously similar to that of the former Flash?" Superboy taps his finger against his chin for a few moments then ventures an answer. "Three?" He is of course kidding, but he says it with a perfectly straight face. "Well, Bart, I think that you are a little tired, yes? Maybe you should get some sleep." You did look tired earlier. "I need to make some calls, anyway. Warn Lois... She met me the other night... If Knockout is in town, she could be in danger.. She deserves to at least know someone might be after her." "Hey -- dammit, no hypnotism! I am not...getting...sleepy," retorts Bart, falling into a monotone at the end. He laughs, shaking his head. "I've gotta finish studying for my chem final, though, so yeah -- call away. I'll seeya later." Superboy smirks as he heads for the door, looking over his shoulder at you. "What did I tell you about doing your homework, Bart?" Sure Wally wasn't too impressed, but ehn, the Kid is used to that. "Catch ya later, Imp." And then he is out the door. You go OOC. Superboy goes OOC.