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WHO: Lex Luthor
WHERE: The Nightclub or Building 50
TIME OF DAY: Nightfall
POST SUMMARY: Lex lights up the town. Literally.
The city was still as always, with a thick air of abandonment sitting over it that seemed to want to strangle out any life that dared show it's face in it's dusty streets. The quiet almost echoed itself as night began to fall or more just emerged from the very pores of the gray city, as if just waiting for the sun to fall below the horizon before taking back what rightfully belonged to it.
It was dark and still...until both the dark and quiet were violently interrupted by an eruption of light and sound from one of the many dreary buildings.
Ever since Lex's arrival in front of the night club, he'd become obsessed with figuring out how the systems inside worked. But not for his own enjoyment. No, he wanted to light the place up like a beacon, as a homing signal for anyone in the city or even outside it, to let them know there were people here. This way, any people who arrived in an unoccupied part of the city would know they weren't alone and could follow the light and sound to company. And possibly, anyone outside who heard or saw could send a resuce over the city walls. Lex hoped for both, since after three months alone on a deserted island, he didn't want anyone else sharing that fate even with the luxuries of the city and a want for rescue for him and his fellow (refugees, prisoners?) was a given.
The music was unfamiliar, but it shared the same thumping beat of club music found anywhere in the world. The lights beamed brightly in a rainbow of colors, lighting up the inside and outside of the building. Inside, Lex beamed as bright as the building as he stood by the breaker box, slight streaks of grease on both his shirt with the sleeves rolled up and on his cheek. He'd had to do some maintence on some of the equipment but finally, it was all in working order and all he'd needed to do was flip the switch.
After waiting a few moments to make sure everything was working as it should, Lex left it all running as high and bright as it would go and moved back to the lounge area. The music was a tiny bit muffled here but it would still be hard to hold a conversation unless the person was right next to you. Here, Lex had created a sort of safe house for any wanderers who would be attracted to the club and who might not have been able to find food or comfort. He'd forged blankets, food and clothes from a few nearby houses. And from the club, he'd taken a few bottles from it's broad alocohol stash. Lex had been eyeing one bottle of what looked like wine and figured now was a good time as any to open it, in celebration of a plan well executed. He sat back in one of the plush chairs, open bottle hand and settled in to wait and hoped that now that his plan was in motion, it would bare fruit.
[Gathering post for any and all people in the city. Come find out what the crazy Luthor is up too.]
WHERE: The Nightclub or Building 50
TIME OF DAY: Nightfall
POST SUMMARY: Lex lights up the town. Literally.
The city was still as always, with a thick air of abandonment sitting over it that seemed to want to strangle out any life that dared show it's face in it's dusty streets. The quiet almost echoed itself as night began to fall or more just emerged from the very pores of the gray city, as if just waiting for the sun to fall below the horizon before taking back what rightfully belonged to it.
It was dark and still...until both the dark and quiet were violently interrupted by an eruption of light and sound from one of the many dreary buildings.
Ever since Lex's arrival in front of the night club, he'd become obsessed with figuring out how the systems inside worked. But not for his own enjoyment. No, he wanted to light the place up like a beacon, as a homing signal for anyone in the city or even outside it, to let them know there were people here. This way, any people who arrived in an unoccupied part of the city would know they weren't alone and could follow the light and sound to company. And possibly, anyone outside who heard or saw could send a resuce over the city walls. Lex hoped for both, since after three months alone on a deserted island, he didn't want anyone else sharing that fate even with the luxuries of the city and a want for rescue for him and his fellow (refugees, prisoners?) was a given.
The music was unfamiliar, but it shared the same thumping beat of club music found anywhere in the world. The lights beamed brightly in a rainbow of colors, lighting up the inside and outside of the building. Inside, Lex beamed as bright as the building as he stood by the breaker box, slight streaks of grease on both his shirt with the sleeves rolled up and on his cheek. He'd had to do some maintence on some of the equipment but finally, it was all in working order and all he'd needed to do was flip the switch.
After waiting a few moments to make sure everything was working as it should, Lex left it all running as high and bright as it would go and moved back to the lounge area. The music was a tiny bit muffled here but it would still be hard to hold a conversation unless the person was right next to you. Here, Lex had created a sort of safe house for any wanderers who would be attracted to the club and who might not have been able to find food or comfort. He'd forged blankets, food and clothes from a few nearby houses. And from the club, he'd taken a few bottles from it's broad alocohol stash. Lex had been eyeing one bottle of what looked like wine and figured now was a good time as any to open it, in celebration of a plan well executed. He sat back in one of the plush chairs, open bottle hand and settled in to wait and hoped that now that his plan was in motion, it would bare fruit.
[Gathering post for any and all people in the city. Come find out what the crazy Luthor is up too.]