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Tweak says, "there is no spoon"

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 11:02 pm UTC (link)

As she lingered close to him, Clark was glad once again that he had learned to control his heat vision, as he felt his pupils diallate slightly the first time he'd really felt the particular urge to well... y'know. The fact that Katara's face flushed as well didn't help things any, as a small portion of his mind whispered to him in the most wicked fashion that she was thinking what he was thinking. But common sense, or perhaps lack thereof took over a moment later and told him that he was being crazy and had just imagined things.

Clark blinked a little. She'd only been here a week, which meant that many of the people here must have been abducted rather recently. He could see why some people might want to stay here, if he'd had a life like Lex's where his father sought to constantly destroy every ounce of normalcy he could have, he might cherish this place as well. But he had Lana... Lana who wasn't really interested, who couldn't ever accept him for what he was. Clark blinked and realized he'd been spacing lightly through what Katara was saying to him, and came back...

Right in time to stare at her wide eyed as she mentioned Ostrich-horses and the Earth kingdom. She didn't seem like she was crazy, which meant...

"You're not from... my Earth at all, are you?" Clark said, somewhat incredulously. She was from another Earth, or perhaps not Earth at all, but another place entirely. The thought of him being an alien was hard enough to swallow, but to think of whole other dimensions made his head spin in ways that made his father's revelations seem like nothing. Taking in a slow deep breath Clark managed to let it out and try to digest all of it.

"Sorry, where I come from we're the only planet with life on it..." he said, biting back the white lie about where HE was from. "The idea that everyone here might be from another planet entirely hadn't really... occurred to me..." Clark admitted sheepishly, and turned back to the horse, looking for a way to change the subject. "So you've never seen a horse before? My father has some of these, and my neighbors have lots..." Lana's family had a few, but he cut that thought from his mind before it caused him too much pain.

"She seems fairly tame, I imagine you could ride her if you wanted to..." Clark said, noting that there was a saddle and gear for the horse nearby. He looked to Katana questioningly to see what she wanted to do...

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