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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
2008-07-22 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Clark was often rather clueless, but sometimes he had his perceptive moments, so a light frown touched his features as he thought about the way that Katara was looking at him. Sort of the way most girls did in high school that 'what the hell is wrong with this guy?' look, which made him want to start stammering the way he did around Lana when he'd first met her. A part of him just thought that the best idea might be to burst away as fast as he could at super speed and pretend he'd never met her... but then he couldn't really hide from the world here, now could he?

"Oh... No!" Clark said and his blue eyes looked away from Katara as she looked into his eyes, somewhat bashfully. "I... it's just unusual getting used to this world. I'd thought for a minute you might have been someone from my home town..." Clark's tone dropped off halfway through it and it spoke volumes about the way that Lana not being in this world was depressing to him. While he was good at hiding his identity, Clark had never really been that great about hiding his feelings, even when he'd tried to push Lana away for her own safety.

Clark had no issues about rattling off questions, though inside a part of him felt a little like he'd become Chloe, interrogating the first poor victim he'd found with any information whatsoever more than he had. The dark haired girl seemed to take it rather well, however, and Clark listened to her speak, opening his mouth to interrupt once before thinking better of it, his blue eyes looking down as she mentioned the two of them standing on the ruler. For a moment he considered using his X-ray vision in an attempt to see what was in the core of the earth, but given the rude welcome he'd got the last time he'd tried to resist, he thought better of it. Something to do on his own time rather than drag Katara into... and he was trying to keep his identity a secret... sort of hard to do if he was taking punches which sent him flying...

"I've met people who thought they were plenty of things, from Gods to the next rulers of mankind..." Clark said, shaking his head. "So I wouldn't be surprised at all if the 'Planet' was really some psycho thinking that they were in control of the whole world..." But even after he said it, he realized, whomever was running this whole show seemed to have no problem whatsoever dragging him in and keeping him. It wasn't exactly a bluff the sort of power that was being tossed around on a whim here, and that was a frightening concept.

As Clark came up with the treat he saw that Katara had moved a little closer, unfortunately he'd taken a step towards her as he came up as well, making the somewhat closer distance now a bit awkwardly close. His blue eyes flew open for a moment as he stared at her, not leaving her face though his body reminded him of the lithe form that he'd seen walking in the doorway, and caused his breath to still in his chest for a moment, while the horse to the side munched contentedly.

Finally, after a moment of lingering Clark stepped back and looked away. "er... Sorry, I... I... I didn't answer your question!" he said, clearly trying to change the subject.

"I just got here yesterday, actually... you?"

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