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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
2008-07-26 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Clark paused at Katara's words, and smiled a little. "I know what you mean. There was someone that I wanted once, more than anything, but... she and I can't ever really be together, even if I find a way home. So I hope that she can find the right person for her, even if it kills me to think about now..." Clark forced a smile when he looked at Katara again. She had the chance that he didn't, a chance to be special AND get the person that she loved more than anything. He was certain now, if there was any doubt before that he would do whatever it took to help Katara get back home, even if it took nearly all of his strength to do it.

"Yeah, my friends and my parents are probably freaking out right now..." Clark said with a light chuckle, reaching back to run his hands through his lightly tussled raven locks, going from serious looking to a goofy farm boy in a matter of seconds. "I'll do anything to help your plan, and if I can figure out a way myself to get off of this place I'll let you know... so far though, it all seems to be locked up rather tight..." Clark said with a soft sigh.

"What I meant was that if you were helping people all the time, you might not have a chance to relax. When you can only do what everyone else can do, then you're no more obligated to help the world than anyone else is... but if you could save the entire world... make almost anyone's problems go away... don't those problems become yours? Isn't any misfortune you don't prevent your fault...?" Clark said, his blue eyes staring down at the ground as he tried to figure out the right way to phrase it. "It just seems like a terrible burden..."

Clark nodded. "I think it's just a part of being human. Even in school, students that are smarter or try harder are made fun of by other students who don't. Sometimes if they're really gifted they're outcast and called a freak, just because they were born different than anyone else..." Clark sighed quietly. He didn't like thinking about this sort of stuff, because when it came right down to it, he was the ultimate over achiever, without any effort. He'd never had to learn like Whitney how to kick a football over 100 yards. He was born strong enough, fast enough, tough enough to clobber an entire football team without breaking a sweat... but it also meant that he could never really participate in sports either, because it would be...unfair.

Hearing her story Clark stiffened quietly and let her speak before offering his words of condolence. "I'm sorry... I can't imagine what I might do if someone had taken someone I loved away from me..." He couldn't even imagine it, the idea of his father or mother or Lana or any of his other friends getting seriously hurt, or worse, killed, caused his blood to boil. Clark had the ability to kill almost anyone, and he always tried to be mindful of it, but if someoen he knew had really died... he would likely just... snap."

Greatful for the opportunity to change the subject Clark leapt on it, though without his powers in the mix, it was really rather boring to talk about his life. "I'm still in school, and in my free time..." Clark tried to think of something to say other than he beat up super powered beings and saved innocents from them on a regular basis... "I mostly just help around my father's farm. It gets a bit crazy there in the fall..." And Clark began to delve into detail for Katara there the ins and outs of milking the cows, getting up early, helping his father repair tractors or building fences... it was kind of easy when he got started, and Clark supposed that was because a part of him had always dreamnt of settling down on a farm of his own someday... just like his father.

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