Welcome to Smallville

[SmallvilleGirl]

I am looking to put a roleplay together of my favorite show Smallville. I am looking for very detailed players with a wide range of knowledge of the subject matter. Before we get the storyline going, I would like to fill a majority of the major roles from the series. If you would like to join in the game, PM ME with a little "audition." Roles will be filled on a first come first serve basis.

Cast List:
Clark Kent - Maka
Lana Lang - ?
Lex Luthor - ?
Chloe Sullivan - SmallvilleGirl
Martha Kent - ?
Jonathan Kent - ?
Lionel Luthor - ?
Lois Lane - ?
Jimmy Olsen - ?
Tess Mercer - ?
Oliver Queen - ?



I will be playing my favorite character Chloe Sullivan.

 

[SmallvilleGirl]

Maka has been cast as Clark Kent.

If you would like to join in the roleplay, all you need to do is send me an audition through a PM.

 

[Maka]

Smallville was a place to come from, not a place to live. Cornfields. Farms. Football. Good, uncomplicated people. At least, that's how it might seem to an outsider. Clark Kent knew better.

He didn't come from Smallville at all, although he felt as much a part of Smallville as he did of anything. His schoolmates all talked about moving away to Metropolis or Gotham when they graduated. Sometimes Clark thought about it too. Other times he felt like all he wanted -all anyone could ever want, really, was right here in Smallville.

He felt that way watching the sun set over the fields in the evening, or while sipping a glass of cool, fresh milk in the farm kitchen. He felt it when racing across the fields as fast as only he could go. Most of all, he felt it when his best friend Chloe Sullivan gave him her impish, enchanting grin, that mischevious twinkle in her eyes.

That thought made him uncomfortable. He had recently discovered a new power, one that in some ways was far less open to abuse than his strength and speed, and yet one which also represented a far greater temptation to him. He had x-ray vision.

He had first learned about this ability a few days ago, when a fall to the gym floor opened up a stunning vista -the girls' changing rooms. A parade of toned, nubile flesh, all of it barely concealed by skimpy underwear. A lusty male adolescent's dream -and the prize of the show was slender, gorgeous Lana Lang, demurely removing her towel, as though to provide a show just for him...

After snapping out of it, Clark had made a serious resolve not to abuse his power again. It was an unforgivable invasion of privacy. And that resolve had held until yesterday, and then broken for a most unexpected reason.

He and Chloe had been in the Torch office. Chloe had dropped a file and bent over to pick it up, her tight jeans outling her taut, sweetly rounded ass perfectly. And, without conscious volition, Clark's X-ray vision had snapped on. He had found himself staring in wonder at the perfect, creamy curves of his friend's ass, speculating on the way they seemed to begging for his strong hands to take them and caress and spank them. If Chloe had maintained this position, he didn't know that he'd have been answerable for the consequences.

But instead she straightened up and, before he could will his X-ray vision off, he caught a glimpse of the high, ample pair of breasts nestled underneath her shirt and found himself instead imagining his huge, heavy cock pressed up between them, Chloe suckling on its swollen head as it pushed between her cleavage...

He had managed to school his face to an unreadable blank, but the lustful thoughts refused to go away. Now he was waiting for her at the bus stop for another day of school, though his mind was on anything but schoolwork.

 

[SmallvilleGirl]

It was going to be a good day for Chloe Sullivan. She did felt happy for the first time in a great long while so she made herself extract lovely this morning. She She put on some lipstick and eye shadow before leaving the house in a pair of tight pants and a designer tank top over her normal saude coat.

On this morning, she did not need to take the Bus on this morning. Her father had recently got a promotion at Luthorcorp and had given her the best birthday present of her life last night. A brand new blue VW Beetle. As she turned the corner, she saw the object of her secret desires sitting at the bus spot. She pulled out infront of him and smiled over at him "Do you need a ride stanger?" she giggled, she smile showing every tooth in her mouth.

As Chloe looked over at her best friend, her mind begin to wonder at all of the things she would like to do to him and all of the places she would like to do it in. If only he could get Lana Lang out of his mind for awhile to see the diamond that was right in front of his eyes.

 

[Maka]

"Wow," said Clark simply.

His reaction was not just to the brand new car. It was to the dazzling grin Chloe gave him, the light of warmth, humour and mischief that it brought to her delicate, elfin face. It was to her body, which he'd been noticing more and more since his accidental peek beneath her clothes the other day. Today, Chloe was wearing a low-cut tank top that barely restrained her large, firm and perky young breasts. They were all the more impressive on her petite, waifishly slender frame. And it would be so easy to enjoy an unobstructed view of them...

Shaking the wicked thought off, he opened the passenger door and slid in.

"This is so cool, Chloe," he said, tousling her fine, pixie-cut blonde hair as she giggled. "Let's never take the bus again."

 

[SmallvilleGirl]

"This is probably the best thing my Dad has ever done for me. One cool car and never having to ride on a cramped bus filled with puberty BO ever again." I smile as I pull the car into drive and pull out, heading towards Smallville High. I pull into one of the Senior Parking Spots and gets out of the car.

"Did you finish all of that homework that Mr. Shuster gave us last night?" I ask as your long strong frame steps out of my new ride.

 

[Maka]

Clark groaned as he got out of the car. He was a conscientious student but he often barely had time for schoolwork on top of the farmwork and the "extracurricular" work that he was forever becoming entangled in -the billion plagues of Smallville.

"Just about," he said. "Hey, did you..."

His voice drifted off. Lana Lang was crossing the parking lot, books in one slender arm, her face far away. Almost automatically, Clark's head turned to watch her.