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[do_great_things]

WHO: Lex Luthor
WHERE: A park near building 36 (strip mall)
TIME OF DAY: Afternoon
POST SUMMARY: There is nothing like piano in the open air to change one's mood.

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[wankerrecluse]

Bernard's been aware of Lex for a while now, after Florence mentioned him, but he's yet to have sought him out. Having power had helped to keep him indoors, at least until the flickering light drove him mad enough and he needed some air, as well as more stuff from the mall, which led him here.

The piano music caught his attention -- in this city, any sound grabbed attention -- and he followed it, ending up in a park. "You play really well," he says, stepping onto the bandstand, unable to think of a better way to announce his presence.

[do_great_things]

Lex glanced over his shoulder and smiled a professional smile at the man approaching him. Considering the man's age, he figured this must be Bernard Black and not one of the growing legion of teenagers wandering around. "Thank you. It was a favorite pastime of mine back home." He wasn't phased on bit and kept right on playing. He'd learned how to play and have a conversation at the same time, which annoyed his father to no end since he couldn't.

[wankerrecluse]

Bernard can idenify with the 'legion of teenagers', which is part of the reason he's kept indoors. Well, Lex looks to be almost a decade younger than him too, but at least he also seems mature, which helps. (Although who would call Bernard mature must be crazy. Cynical, maybe, but not mature.)

"You're lucky. My favourite pastime, reading, is in the wrong language here, which makes it a bit difficult," he points out, stuffing his hands in his pockets and watching him play. His other pastime though, drinking, he has been doing quite a lot of to make up for it, though only a bit so far today. "You're Lex, I assume?"

[do_great_things]

It was a common mistake, for people to take Lex for older then his 23 years. But he'd had to grow up much faster then must and had taken on adult responsibilities at an early age. Not that his age didn't tend to show itself at the most inopportune times...

"I can imagine the language must be a nightmare. I'm hoping a Rosetta Stone of sorts can be found so we can find out what happened to this place, but reading a book would be nice as well." It would certainly be a change. His fingers trailed off at the end of the song he was playing, just in time for him to turn and extend a hand to Bernard. "Yes I am. Lex Luthor to be exact. I'm guessing your Bernard Black?"