( usually when he's falling fast through the sky, jon's quick enough to catch himself. super speed comes in handy, especially when it comes to thinking super quickly and re-centering oneself in record time when needed. but he doesn't, here. jon's hurling through the sky and manages to get his arms up in front of him just in time to keep his face from slamming into some of the nearby trees. not that his face can't take it, it's just - habit.

by the time he's pulling himself up to his feet, twigs are tangled up in his hair, dirt staining the palms of his suit and sticking to his knees, and his mouth's twisted into a small half-frown at being caught off-guard like that. )

AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? A BIRD? A PLANE? OH WAIT, IT'S--

( before the voice manning the drone can finish the very clear direction it was going in, Jon cuts it off with a, ) Superman.

--JON KENT, AKA SUPERMAN, HALF-KRYPTONIAN SON OF THE FIRST SUPERMAN.

( his eyes widen a bit, actively trying to grab at the drone now to get it to stop. he'd come back to not having a secret identity, knows what that's like, doesn't like it but doesn't mind it all the same, it's just with what lex luthor--jon's lurching for it, prevented by the barriers he's actively trying to punch through, heat vision his way through, anything. )

WITH A SUPERTEEN LIKE THIS ONBOARD, HOW WILL THE OTHER CONTESTANTS FAIR?

Come on--

( maybe if he just grabs onto the barrier it'll do something - except all attempting to crush that is doing is, well, flinging jon back across the island. )

( there's a massive, slightly dog but slightly snake shaped creature that's snarling and standing up on its hind legs, teeth bared at jon and he's--raising his hands in the most placating gesture jon can think of. )

I'm not here to hurt you. I really, really don't want to hurt you. I'll turn around and head back, oka--( except it's lurching forward, and jon's moving his hands instead to catch its muzzle with one hand and lets his other forearm fall between its jaws. it's not as if it's digging into skin, or even through his suit. if it wants to wrestle, well.

he's going to gently run the fingers of his other hand against its nose, ignoring the attempts to shake him like a ragdoll. his feet are pressed solidly against the ground, he's not going anywhere. )

I want to be here probably just as much as you do, buddy. Could we skip this part?

( a little while later, jon's got a fair amount of old pieces of broken gathered on one of the beaches, hands planted on his hips as he looks over what he's managed to pull together thus far. )

With all of these combined, maybe, I've got about half a usable ship here.

( he's being generous with himself. this is maybe a third of a usable ship, but jon figures he may as well just pull apart pieces of ships to make them into something significantly more simple. a boat would work just fine. of course, given he doesn't seem to be able to fly passed the barrier, who knows if there's even much point to this. but he hasn't figured out a better path to take to get off of here just yet aside from continuously trying to gett into the ringmaster's quarters which didn't seem to be getting anywhere, so.

he could be wasting his time worse than he already is. )

( throw whatever at me! i'll run with it. )