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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 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Katara wasn’t really looking at him as she spoke because, well, they’d had an awkward moment a few minutes before and she still felt slightly nervous from that. However, when she came to the end of her explanation, she noticed he was looking at her strangely. When he spoke, it was exactly as she had thought. He thought she was strange. “No. I don’t think I am. I’ve talked to others, and everyone I’ve met seems to be from Earth. I don’t really know if I am, though, because my world never really had a name. It was simply… the world, and we only named the four nations. I was from the Southern Water Tribe…” Her fingers twined together again, and she felt like she was rambling. What was it about this guy that made her so nervous? She wasn’t nervous in a fearful manner, but his presence made her feel like she was making a fool of herself just because she spoke.

“Oh. Yeah. I think someone told me before that Earth was the only known planet with other people on it. I don’t think everyone here is from another planet, though. No one I’ve met is from a planet other than Earth. At least you’ll have something in common with the others.” Katara said. “Oh, wait! One person I met told me he wasn’t originally from Earth, but he grew up there with his sister and a friend. I haven’t seen him since I arrived, though.” Max had been a really good person, and a comforting presence when she’d discovered she was stuck here. It was a shame she hadn’t seen him again since that first day when he explained things to her. She would have to go searching for him again soon.

Katara’s attention was brought from her thoughts to her surroundings as Clark began speaking again. “No. I haven’t. Do you think it would be all right?” She asked when he mentioned riding a horse. “The saddle looks similar to those they put on buffalo-yaks to ride, but I don’t know if it would be ridden the same way. If she’s tame it should be all right, though.” The waterbender looked around and saw the nearby saddles. When she approached them, she realized they were only similar, but not the same as the ones she’d seen before. “Do you think you could help me saddle her?”

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