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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
2008-07-23 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Clark made no noticeable face when she mentioned Max, the stranger who'd been left on Earth as a baby, which perhaps might give something away in itself. After all, what sort of person wouldn't react with shock or awe at such a story? Clark kept tight lipped for a moment and then blinked. "Weird, I wonder how he knew that he was from another world... kind of strange to think about isn't it? Aliens who look exactly like humans?" he laughed a little, trying not to sound too nervous and make small talk about the whole thing. A part of him felt as if any moment Katara was going to point at him and go 'I know you're an alien too, Clark!', but alas, the Waterbender did not.

Saddling the horse wasn't a big affair, and he could feel Katara watching him, seeing what he was doing. He imagined that she wouldn't be asking twice with the way she studied, and if she'd saddled other creatures similarly on her planet it would be a breeze. Now Clark wanted to ride one of the creatures from her world, to see exactly how different it was, but it seemed like that wasn't going to be happening any time soon. Maybe though, the planet would make the rest of the resort change to what he wanted like his room... from the looks of it though, it wasn't happening any time soon.

Watching as Katara hopped up on the horse flawlessly he gave the mare a light pat on the neck and opened the gate for Katara. The horse, well trained, simple ambled out slowly as if it were used to doing this sort of thing all of it's life. At Katara's question Clark paused, and then nodded a little. Best not to think of how it was sort of like the way he and Lana used to go riding some times. Then again, just like Lana he couldn't imagine this Katara girl was interested in him in the slightest, so what was the harm in taking a nice ride? It would at least get his mind off of the fact that he was stuck here.

"Just give me a second and I'll saddle another horse..." Clark said as he walked to the next stall and got the other mare ready. She seemed as docile as Katara's and Clark had to wonder if the temperment was part of the breeding, or just something that the Planet forced upon the creatures. Then again, he couldn't really be sure that the horses, or Katara were real. Sighing a little Clark guided the horse out of the stable beside Katara's mare, watching as the two horses lightly sniffed at one another happily and began to walk side by side.

"So..." Clark said, trying to break the ice once again. "Tell me about your world..."

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