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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
2008-07-24 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Clark was a little puzzled about what exactly her friend Max was. He certainly didn't remember anything from being a child, which he presumed to mean that another kryptonian on Earth wouldn't have the super human ability to just know where they were from. Then again, perhaps Max had found relics to Clark's ship, and they'd told him about his heritage. It was all too much of a mystery to really unravel here and now without talking to Max himself and seeing. With any luck though, even if the other guy was Kryptonian, he would want to escape as badly as Clark did, and once they had... well... Clark would deal with that when he came to it, he supposed. Thinking ahead and plotting wasn't exactly his strong suit.

As he looked at Katara from behind he tried not to think about how deliriously sexy it was to see a woman riding a horse. Perhaps it was because it inspired images of her riding-... Clark shook his head before he approached to the side of her to draw the thoughts from his mind. He was certainly barking up the wrong tree, and there was Lana to think about... but then she and he weren't exactly going to have a perfect relationship, even if he made it back home this evening, he reminded himself.

Letting his horse trot a little, he relaxed in the saddle the way one might if they weren't the slightest bit afraid. After all, if he got tossed from the horse, or even if the horse decided that it was going to do a merry little dance on his chest it wouldn't hurt him. At the worst it would knock the wind out of him, but he doubted a horse could even manage to do that. Which was nice for Clark because it allowed him to be free and enjoy the ride more fully, and the dark haired young woman that he was with. His blue eyes studied hers intently as she mentioned her world, and the tribes.

It seemed a rather primitive world, from what Clark could tell. Tribes usually meant no actual countries, no technology. Then again, he'd felt a peace with the Native American tribes which had painted the caves which were near his home. Perhaps it was better the world that she lived in, a world without too much fighting, from the sounds of it.

As Clark listened to the story of Aang, however, he looked away. "That's got to be hard, being the last survivor of your people..." Clark commented as he stared off into the distance for a moment, feeling the heavy burden of Kryptons legacy pulling at his mood. He tried to let it go his best as Katara explained what water bending was before he could ask her what she meant by it, watching her intently as she uncorked the jug of water, his eyes widening slightly as he watched her make it dance in the air. Still, he didn't seem as shocked as she might have expected him to be.

"Can you do that to anything?" Clark asked questioningly, "Even the water inside of people?"

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