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poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-20 14:06:00

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clark kent, complete, day 8, katara

Restlessness
Who? Clark Kent & Katara
Where? The Dude Ranch
When? Day 8
What? TBD
Rating? TBD
Status: Closed

Rest was surprisingly easy to come by inside of the fortress of solitude. After a bit of exploring Clark found a bed, filled with a material that he couldn't quite place. The fibers of it felt out of this world, and yet it was comfortable, almost like sleeping in a sensory deprivation chamber. For once the crickets and the noise of the farm wasn't there to prickle at his mind as he was trying to sleep, there were no restless sheep that he could hear all the way inside of the barn, or the light snoring sound of his father or restless breathing of his mother. There was just peace, and quiet...

And yet that in itself was lonely, and though he drifted off rather quickly in that bed which felt more comfortable than he'd felt a bed before, he would have traded it to sleep back at home again. When he woke, he got a better look at the thing, the shimmering sheet over it, and had to wonder if the bed itself was there in the Fortress of Solitude, or if it was something else created by the planet to make him feel better.

Wandering about the icy cave in his boxers, clark discovered a nook which held a set of worn looking jeans and blue and red t-shirts, the type he commonly wore at home. There was even flannel in there. This, he knew for a fact, wasn't the type of thing that would be present in Jor-El's stronghold. Then again, it wasn't as if he could really go around naked. Despite the fact that his body was well muscled he imagined that the other denizens here would more than likely object to it, and he certainly would be embarassed.

"Kal-El..." came the disembodied voice of Jor-El, and caused Clark to sigh lightly midway through putting on a brightly colored red shirt. "Upon... thinking..." the computer said, as if it meant more 'calculating', but thought better of it, "over the situation for the evening, my Son, I've come to realize that this could possibly be a training ground for you... perhaps you should consider this as an experiment, to show others your true heritage..."

"My true heritage was being born on Earth, Jor-El..." Clark replied testily, not used to having to deal with this sort of things so early in the morning. "And call me Clark, if you really care about me that much. You said yourself, you have no idea who's listening in on our conversation..."

"Kal-El-"

"Clark!" Clark snapped back. "They said I can change this place whenever I want, that means you as well, Jor-El." the youth growled and walked up to the main control panel. Not that he had any idea where Jor-El really was in this place, but it seemed as good enough a place as any to storm up to.

"Clark..." the voice of Jor-El replied, though it showed a clear distaste at the sound of it. "My son, I only meant to suggest that here you could potentially show these people who you REALLY are..."

"I really am Clark Kent, and that's the end of it..." Clark said as he stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

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Glaring a little at the open hallway that seemed like any other resort would be on Earth, Clark began to make his way around the resort. He avoided others, though he may have been seen, until he finally came towards what looked like a barn. In fact it was a little ranch. Not as well up kept as his farm, but it was enough to make him feel a pang of home sickness as he walked up to the animals, looking at them chewing their food.

One of the horses in the stable lightly reared at his touch, but soon calmed down as he stroked it under it's chin, reaching into one of the nearby pails to grab a small treat for it, watching as it happily munched on it. It's teeth looked in perfect condition, and Clark for a moment was reminded of the fact that there was no guaranteeing that any of this was actually real. For all he knew he was hooked up to some machine somewhere, attached to his brain, or this was some trick by a Meteor freak who could read his mind.

"Did you get kidnapped here too, girl?" he asked the horse, not really expecting a reply. "Or are you just like my room, something that I want to see?"

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poeticmisery
2008-07-21 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Clark heard her before she spoke, and turned his head slowly and felt his breathe catch in his throat. For an instant the lithe figure with slightly asian features and dark hair looked as if it might be the girl of his dreams, wandering up the way that she usually did to say hello to him with a bright smile. But as he opened his mouth to speak his eyes adjusted and he saw that it wasn't who he had expected. If she was quick to catch it she would see the slight look of disappointment on his face, which lingered there for a moment after she finished talking, creating something of an awkward silence between the two of them as they stood there in the barn. Clark's bright blue eyes looked away for a moment as he tried to think of what to say.

"Uh... Sorry... for a minute I thought..." his hand strayed up behind the back of his head to scratch his raven locks of hair as he offered a rather charming smile to Katara before letting his hand drop, shaking his head at his own silliness and stupidity. Lana was the world to him, but it wasn't as if aliens or random forces of the universe were going to be interested in her enough to kidnap her the way he'd been, right? Then again, Katara looked normal enough, maybe the rest of the people here really were human, and not aliens after all.

"Sorry, I'm Clark... nice to meet you Katara..." he said, and took her hand, not to hard nor too soft, but perhaps exactly the right amount that he should have. It was something he practiced, not gripping hard enough to hurt someone. As he let her fingers fall from his hand after a light shake however, he began to wonder if she in fact was real herself. After all, how far did the illusion extend? But as he tried to think about that, he shook his head slowly. It was silly to go around thinking that everyone was fake, wasn't it?

"Were you kidnapped too? To this place, I mean..." Clark asked as he turned back to the horse as it nuzzled his shoulder, clearly looking for another treat. "Does anyone come here by choice? Have you ever seen whatever it is that runs this place?" he stopped then, realizing he was asking too many questions for her to answer at once, and gave her a moment to breathe as he leaned down to grab another treat from the bucket for the animal.

Were Katana the type to check another out, or even if she were observing him it'd be hard not to notice the way his firm muscles moved on the inside of his shirt, which was almost too tight, or the way his jeans hugged in all the right places. Still, there was a sense of bashfulness about the young man, as he seemed to have a presence that was more meek than the standard jock or warrior.

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