"We're here," the girl's companion replied, amused, "because YOU had some crackpot idea about living like we're in Smallville."

"Smallville? I'm not that stupid, I'm -not- obsessed," Lying was like second nature to her, discounting the numerous times the people in Starbucks had been traumatized by the two girls eyeing a laptop with reverence only reserved for the most scared of objects. Downloaded Smallville episodes. Kansas really really really sucked in the summer, she knew this, she had lived here before, but she didn't remember it sucking this much. And what was with all the corn? She had the sudden urge to eat popcorn, in a nice cool theater watching Lord of the Rings for time number 49674612054.

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," came the retorting snort. "Now, where do we go? This is downtown...there has to be some sort of entertainment...movie theater..bookstore...anything?" she fingered the strap of her satchel carrying her most precious possession, Estel. Yes, she actually named her computer and goddamnit, why did everyone always look at her strangely when they learned that bit of personal trivia? "...C'mon 'Rash, you're the Kansas expert here."

Rash, no, not a thing on your leg, a nickname short for 'Arashi', grinned... almost savagely, like an authoress on the hunt.
"Downtown is full of deaf people who aren't really deaf and want your money so they can go buy booze. Not like we can -think- of anyone who'd ever fake a physical defect now -can- we?" She snorted, a half smile appearing on her face. But downtown Kansas City, Mo, Missouri for all those hicks out there, was not the best of places to wonder around aimlessly. But there was a greyhound bus station nearby, "There's a bus station nearby, perhaps we should select an ulterior mode of transportation?"

�May I remind you that Greyhound buses are for traveling long distance?� Shrii, the one with the laptop, smirked. Before her eyes fell on a strangely fascinating sight. So fascinating, in fact, that she walked straight into a lamp post that was next to said sight. It was a company logo, black L, encasing a purple C, on a large van that was apparently destined for �Smallville.� �Holy Mary mother of Jesus fucking Christ�� She muttered, ignoring the pain on her forehead from its impact with cold metal. She turned, stuttering, �R-Rash..is that what I think it is?�

"Don't swear, it makes you sound like a fuckin' city girl... looks like it. The unmistakable ugly logo in strange colors," Oh how the LuthorCorp logo was despised. All done up to look pretty but it was really just plain ugly. Hideous, "But I say we fuckin' hop this gate and hitch a ride!" Only strange people say 'hitch a ride', but one would have to think that two somewhat psychotic girls from the North would qualify.

Shrii giggled; it wasn�t a sound she was proud of making, but it seemed to be impossible to not do it when she was around Rashi. The dialogue�it just couldn�t be pulled off without laughing one�s ass off. �Savvy!� she managed to squeak out, quite undignified, but hey, who cared? They were going to Smallville, or some place that claimed to be so. She wasn�t sure how this was happening, but no one else seemed to be getting on or out of the van. In fact, no one seemed to even notice it was there. She elbowed her partner in crime in the ribs, �Is it just me, or is this reminiscent of Harry Potter?�

"Too much like the scar-laced druggie... look out for technicolor villains that speak in British accents!" Rashi managed to get a somewhat appropriate look on her face that was ruined by the snicker/giggle that followed, "Shall we sneak on? KLEPTO!" She announced to the world with a wide spread of her arms... accidentally hitting Shrii's chest. Arashi was a very very clumsy person.

�Ahem.� Shrii backed away, holding her chest with a �ah! You molested me! Again!� expression. Continued up to the inside of the bus, where they discovered that it was completely empty. No driver, even. The engine was on though. She blinked, looking around, and blinked some more.

"This is sickeningly easy," Rashi commented, wondering if highjacking the bus would be worse then stealing aboard it. Probably was, and keeping a low profile is always best if one plans on stealing later. This was the klepto speaking, "Is this for real?"

"I don't know. But the engine is on, and you're the one who knows how to drive. Sort of. So you get us out on the road, and I'll uh..." Shrii rummaged around the front pocket of her satchel and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, waving it triumphantly. "I'll give you directions on which road to take! Once we're on the highway, I can drive. I'll have seen what you're doing to control it, and we can go on auto." She smiled, a little scary, sharpened with too much excitement and a slight loss of sanity.

"...directions?" There was definate doubt. Shrii... give... directions? Those words should never be mixed together in the same paragraph let alone the same sentence. Arashi sighed, digged into her pockets for her driver's permit-license thing. "You are now twenty-one, got that? And You are NOT driving. At all." She wasn't controlling, nooo, never. It wasn't a stick shift, thank god. Arashi settled down into the seat and backed it up...almost nailing a post. "Damn posts...aren't supposed... to be there... Hey, d'you s'ppose the Smallville-ians will throw tomatoes at the truck? I mean, this is the god awful butt ugly devil's truck."

Shrii pouted. And said, "Pout." She was in the habit of saying actions rather than doing them, or combining them. "I know I'm not good at giving directions, but doesn't that mean that you should be the one giving them and I should be driving? I only offered to give them until you could show me how to drive.." She took the license permit and looked it over suspiciously. Rashi was still talking, something about tomatoes�and the Devil's butt...

"Ok, so your directions may be bad, but I'd rather have us get out ALIVE, then lost." Yes, very logical sounding to her ears. But when Arashi and Shrii were in the same room, logic seemed to fly out the window and smoke some pot. Rashi liked using dramatic adjectives that had almost nothing to do with the conversation, confusion was her greatest weapon; though it managed to inflict itself on her many a time. "Directions please, oh guru of maps. Make sure its right side up," Nope, no condescension, only good natured joking about the incompetence of people who got lost when you told them to walk down the street in a straight line to meet you for breakfast.

Shrii narrowed her eyes, "Are you thinking about what I'm thinking? Because if you ARE, it was Boehnke's fault that we got lost that one time. I was in NO way involved other than trying to stay warm and walk with him."

Rashi took a second to glare at her, nearly veering to the wrong lane and then almost off the road, "the DIRECTIONS..unless you want us on the wrong highway to somewhere we DON'T want to be.."
"FINE. BE that way!"
"..."
"Left! Left! Wait! No! Right!"
"..."
"Take the right at towards Topeka and keep going until we reach the Metropolis Exit."
"I was pretty sure there was no Metropolis," Rashi muttered, but thankfully highways were pretty much straight, not like curves you took at 10mph. And slow people were nonexistent thanks to the "minimal speed" sign, "Then again, we are in a damned LuthorCorp van, which we -stole- by the way, on our way to fuckin' -SMALLVILLE-. I feel the traumatizationg coming on, do you?"

"Traumatizationing?" shaking with silent laughter, Shrii went back to studying the map. The Smallville section of it was becoming quite detailed, and growing in size, right before her eyes. She grinned. This was so cool. "We're special. Special things happen to us. AND WE'RE GONNA MEET CLARK AND LEX!!!!" Suddenly any calmness she had had in her disappeared. She was literally bouncing around the inside of the bus, squeeeing like..well...a fangirl.

"....don't make me crash, or we're gonna meet Lex and Clark in looong wooden boxes. Ha, the Superdork and the Bald Wonder," Arashi seemed more calm. Really, but the evil glint in her eyes and the sudden accleration of the vehicle was noted by anyone who cared. Namely, no one. Yes, as soon as they got there (in one piece) then the squeeeing could commence, "So, a sign says Metropolis coming up...duude... Metropolis... clubs..." Her voice took on the same tone of a druggies, only without the drugs.

"Not yet you don't. We go to Smallville first, then, maybe, Clubs. IF we can find good people to go with, and...stuff.."

"Stuff...reallllll eloquent. Fine. But we are soo dragging hot chicks to the clubs." Blinked. and again. Eee... the sign for Smallville was not parallel to her. With a sharp right turn that would've made Daredevil proud she spun down the exit to Smallville, passing a sign that said 'Smallville....pop..." but they were going to fast to read it. At least she knew it wasn't talking about creamed corn.

"Smallville! Capital of Head Injuries!" Shrii squeee-ed, "Is it just me or did it really SAY that?!" bounced, "And *I'm* taking Chloe to go clubbin! I have it ALL planned OUT. BwAHAHAHAHA! Eloquence, SO overrated.�

Arashi decided to ignore Shrii as she zoomed down the road, you never know when an inhuman indestructable farm boy would come hurdling out of the corn because he missed his bus. She so did not know stalker-worthy things about Clark.
"Sure it is, where should we go first? School? Looks like we should... second half of the day, exchange students from MI? And we need to ditch the van..."

"Hmm...somehow, I don't think School is our first priority right now. No parents to catch us, and we're not registered, so let's play hooky. We gotta get us a place to stay first." Shrii looked down at the map, tracing the path their van was taking, and her fingers stopped on a spot. "There, turn to the left on that road, and keep driving."
Rashi looked at her strangely but did as she asked, taking them to what appeared to be a dead end in the middle of clearing. Shrii grinned. "We're HERE." She bounded out of the bus, surveying the area, wondering why exactly she had wanted to come here. It was a good place...if it had a house. They couldn't just live in the van...and what about money?
Suddenly, Rashi jumped next to her, yelping.
"What?" she demanded, "What??"
Rashi just pointed silently, and she turned to look. Oh. um. Oh. Er..."Rash?"
"Yeah?"
"Um..I think..uh...I think I just made that happen..." 'that' was a house. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to their van.
�Shrii�?�
�Okay, well, see, I think I can like�y�know, make things happen or appear, by, like�thinking. Cos, y�know, like I�ve always wanted that to be my magical power if I had any. And now�since all this stuff we wanted are happening, I think I got that power��

"Meteor Freak!" Well, not exactly, but she had always wanted to scream that loudly, it wasn't every day your friend became one of the ranks of homicidal mutants of a small town in Kansas, "Does this mean your homicidal too? That could be inconvenient...." Arashi wished she had powers too, but wasn't quite so sure what they would be... I mean, fire is cool and all, but has no -real- point....

�I�m as homicidal as I ever was, thank you much.� Shrii sniped, �I told you, kryptonite grants wishes, it *doesn�t* make you homicidal�people are homicidal all by themselves� So now we have to figure out what your power is, you should have one too..�

�Does that make me homicidal?� She grinned, looking quite unhomicidal, �I always wanted to be like�telepathic or telekinetic, but there are already teles in Smallville�.eventually�Score had the power to change things�so I could get rid of whatever crap-assed thing you conjured up.� Said cheerfully, with no rancor, really cheerfully�