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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
2008-07-26 11:36 am UTC (link)

“I hope so, but if time passes more quickly for him than it does for me, I don’t want him to be alone and unhappy. If a lot of time has already passed, I hope he finds someone to love. I’m still going to try to find a way back, though. I have family and friends in my world who I know will miss me, and if only a week has passed since I left, then it’ll be all the better that I get back soon.” A sickening feeling settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought that she might really never be able to leave, that she would be stuck here for the rest of her life, but she couldn’t give up hope. She had to find a way, even if it killed her.

“Don’t you want to get home, too? I’m sure there are people that miss you and people that you miss, right? We could help each other find a way out if either of us comes up with a plan, or learns about a plan.” Katara offered. Even if Miguel wanted to stick around here, she didn’t, and she knew most others wouldn’t want to stay, either.

The waterbender looked at Clark, her brows furrowing. “Why wouldn’t you want to relax and help people, even if you didn’t have a special power? I use my waterbending to help people, and Aang uses his bending to help people. My brother, Sokka, doesn’t have the ability to bend elements, but he tries his best to help people when he feels he can.

“I think I know what you’re saying, though. Sometimes it’s nice just to relax, but if you have an ability that greatly helps people, you can’t just leave them to fend for themselves. I made a promise to myself, though. I will never ever turn my back on people who need me. I just can’t. Even if I couldn’t waterbend I would find a way to help.”

Katara thought a moment on what he said. “Yes, I can understand why people would feel that way in your world. Sometimes my brother has felt weak in comparison to Aang, Toph, and me. Toph’s an earthbender we’re close with. Humans generally don’t enjoy feeling weak and powerless. When there’s someone around who has the ability to be greater and stronger than them, they might freak out about it and find any way they can to make themselves look stronger in comparison. Often they do this by turning others against the gifted person. I’ve seen it happen on my world, too.”

The Water Tribe femme frowned as he spoke once again, remembering that horrible day when she met her mother’s murderer. “I almost killed someone when I was younger. My mother was killed in a Fire Nation attack on our tribe because she claimed that she was the last waterbender there to protect me. The current Fire Lord helped me find the man. I was filled with venom and hatred, and when I saw him…” Her eyes were downcast as she spoke. “It was raining and used my waterbending to freeze the water and form ice spikes of sorts. I was going to fling them all at him to kill him, but when it came down to it, I just couldn’t do it. I never discovered if I was weak for not having the guts to end him, or if I was strong for being the better person and sparing him. The man was so pathetic, though. I… I don’t know…

“Maybe what it comes down to is that it doesn’t matter if you have the power to do something. It’s the choice in the long run to do what you think is right at the time that makes a person good or bad. That man killed my mother, an innocent woman, but I didn’t do the same to him, even though I had the power to do it.”

The day was nice, and the air was warm. She didn’t really want to think about all of these depressing topics at the moment. Getting to know a person was great, but sometimes it brought her down a notch in her level of happiness. “What did you do before you were brought here?” Katara asked.

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