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Tweak says, "I ATE MY MONKEY BARS"

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
2008-07-25 01:18 am UTC (link)

Clark felt a sudden icy stab hit his chest as she confirmed what he'd been thinking, and his blue eyes looked away for a moment as she confirmed it, as if perhaps afraid that she might catch it in his eyes. He felt ashamed, not because he'd done anything wrong, but because he'd been checking her out, when she was trying to get home to someone that she cared about. He winced a little as she talked about the fact that she might not get back to see the person that she cared for. He could only imagine how he'd feel, if Lana truly wanted him the way that he wanted her, how crazy he would be to find some way off of this rock to go back to get to see her... Katara must have been feeling the same and it made him feel all the worse until finally he turned towards her, somehow seeming a lot more mature than he had just a few moments ago, giving her a comforting smile and looking at her with the confidence of one who'd seen more things than he was telling to her.

"I'm sure that you'll be able to find a way to get back to him, Katara... and I think if he's the sort of person that deserves you, that he'll be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes." Clark replied firmly. "If... there's anything... at all that I can do to help you get back home... let me know."

He got quiet then, perhaps lost in his own thoughts, listening to hers about how even the smallest person could change the course of destiny. "I think being normal is actually better. I mean, if you have these gifts, that no one else has, then you almost sort of have to use them to help people, and fight for what is right. You can't just... relax..." the way he said it spoke volumes about how he felt about people with special gifts, and was probably a little to telling about the fact that he might have been hiding something himself. Still, it was pretty clear that Clark wasn't going to be volunteering any information on the subject unless it was absolutely necessary.

"It is pretty horrible, but people on my world are scared of what they don't understand. Things like 'magic' without having a real explanation of why it happens causes them to freak out, and anyone who has abilities that they can't empathize with themselves tends to become more of a monster than a real person to them, so they don't think about it like experimenting on one of their friends so much as just.... a creature."

At her last comment Clark gave her an uneasy smile, but it was clear he wasn't convinced. "Maybe the planet only selects good people... but I think anyone, under the right circumstances could be dangerous..." Clark replied quietly. "Even normal humans when pushed can do horrible things... If you had the power to do anything you wanted when someone else didn't... well, it'd be even easier to do those things without any consequences for you..." It was something that scared Clark about his own powers. Jor-El wanted him to lead the planet, to guide mankind into an era of peace.... by ruling them with an iron fist. The very idea of it sent chills down his spine.

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