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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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k_waterbender
2008-07-22 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Katara nodded as he spoke. “I’m glad I didn’t startle you. I’m still getting used to this place, too. I haven’t seen anyone who even remotely resembles someone from home. Maybe it’s easier that way.” She had heard the way his tone lowered, and knew that he, like her, must feeling a similar pain in having had to leave his loved ones without a choice in the matter. “I’m sorry you thought I was someone I’m not, even if it was only for a moment.” She hated being the cause of someone else’s unhappiness, and this was no exception.

“In comparison to one woman I had the unluckiness to meet, this Planet is relatively sane.” Katara said, thinking of Azula. Becoming powerful had come at a price for the woman who became mad with it at fourteen- the same age Katara had been. “As far as I know, if the Planet isn’t just a… well… planet, then whoever is behind all of this really is in control of it. If it were a person, though, it would be so much easier to get home once we found him or her.”

When Clark neared to feed the horse, she realized he was close enough that she could feel his body heat. Katara was aware of the sudden tension in his well formed muscles, most likely from being in one another’s personal space. Silver-blue optics lifted to look at him, and a deep blush began to colour her cheeks as she noted the look upon his chiseled visage. Almost at the same instant as him, the waterbender stepped back and looked away. “I… uh…” She stammered, though he brought up the question she’d asked which alleviated the moment of its awkwardness.

“Wow. You really haven’t had time to get used to this place. I’ve been here for seven days. As far as I’ve seen, there isn’t a way out of this place, but I figure I just haven’t looked hard enough.” Katara decided it might be best if she didn’t think about that right now because it left a bitter feeling inside her.

“You seem really comfortable with these creatures. Are you experienced with horses? We didn’t have these animals where I’m from, though there were a couple kinds that were similar- like the ostrich-horses in the Earth Kingdom(even though they don’t really look anything like this) and the buffalo-yaks in the Northern Water Tribe.”

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