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entrancelogs2006-09-08 09:31 pm
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Log; Incomplete
Who: Zuko and Sokka
Where The Grounds... away from Marluxia's man-eating plants.
When: Nighttime? Something like that.
Rating: We'll just stick it at PG-13 JUST IN CASE or something. I dunno.
Summary: While out for a stroll, Sokka runs into the one person he's been trying to avoid.
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Maybe it was something that came with being alone in a place where he didn't know anyone, or maybe it was a lack of his sister and Aang, and even the bison and lemur, but something changed and Sokka actually felt like walking, for the first time in a long time. The absence of constant travel weighed heavily on his mind... but he didn't miss it, not much. It was just weird.
Stretching and yawning, Sokka plopped down onto the grass below a tree. It was night, and kind of chilly, the grass wet beneath him. But it wasn't anything he wasn't used to; between growing up in the South Pole and traveling around the world, he could deal with almost anything. (Except maybe a crying girl, but that wasn't the point.)
With another yawn, he closed his eyes, drifting into something akin to a light sleep. And by light, I mean deep. The only way to wake him up would probably include violence, because when Sokka slept he really slept. He probably wouldn't even feel an earthquake.
Not like that really mattered.
Muttering a few random words, Sokka rolled over onto the grass, oblivious to the world around him. Mmm. Sleep.
Where The Grounds... away from Marluxia's man-eating plants.
When: Nighttime? Something like that.
Rating: We'll just stick it at PG-13 JUST IN CASE or something. I dunno.
Summary: While out for a stroll, Sokka runs into the one person he's been trying to avoid.
the Story:
Maybe it was something that came with being alone in a place where he didn't know anyone, or maybe it was a lack of his sister and Aang, and even the bison and lemur, but something changed and Sokka actually felt like walking, for the first time in a long time. The absence of constant travel weighed heavily on his mind... but he didn't miss it, not much. It was just weird.
Stretching and yawning, Sokka plopped down onto the grass below a tree. It was night, and kind of chilly, the grass wet beneath him. But it wasn't anything he wasn't used to; between growing up in the South Pole and traveling around the world, he could deal with almost anything. (Except maybe a crying girl, but that wasn't the point.)
With another yawn, he closed his eyes, drifting into something akin to a light sleep. And by light, I mean deep. The only way to wake him up would probably include violence, because when Sokka slept he really slept. He probably wouldn't even feel an earthquake.
Not like that really mattered.
Muttering a few random words, Sokka rolled over onto the grass, oblivious to the world around him. Mmm. Sleep.
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Of course, Zuko was never one to be called normal.
The more he walked around the garden, the more he stomped past water fountains, the more he glared at random wildlife (whether it be plants and trees or the small, furry type), the more confused he got. He had no idea what he was doing there at the most important time in his life when his uncle was probably out somewhere getting killed. Not that the old man was a softie, it was just that Iroh was getting old.
He shook his head, closing his eyes tightly. He was not worried!
Letting out a deep sigh, the firebender wandered off through the garden, wondering how he would get out of there. His eyes searched the farthest corners of the backyard for a trace of an open gate, or potentially opened gate, in which he could escape from. While doing so, his eyes fell on one sleeping figure, and, with a quirky smirk, he walked over, tapping the boy in the ribs with on shoe.
"Hey, you shouldn't sleep on wet grass. No wonder you're the water tribe idiot," he teased.
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"Bleh." The tapping didn't stop, and he finally sat up, rubbing his eyes childishly. "What? What d'you want?" he mumbled, still partially asleep. He had been quite happy in his previous position and being interrupted by Zuko no less was not something he considered, you know, good.
He stretched, yawning again, trying to wake up a bit. He blinked a couple of times before looking up at Zuko, leaning back on his hands.
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Shifting from one foot to the other, he mentally reminded himself to keep constant vigilance, never knowing when the other boy might snap and attack him. Not like Sokka could actually land a hit, but the knowledge that he could was enough for him to ready himself for anything.
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"... I have absolutely nothing to say, so this awkward silence is just gonna go on." He blinked, scratching the back of his neck. If Katara or Aang had been there, he was fairly sure it would've been easier to interact with Zuko; a lot of fighting, he assumed. But since he was alone -- and he had to admit by now that he realized how easily Zuko overpowered him with the combination of martial arts and firebending -- and he felt no need to fight.
As strange as that was.
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Zuko looked back at Sokka, staring at him blankly. It wasn't as if the other teen was ugly- in fact, Sokka had a pretty face and a nice figure- but his over-the-top actions and his quick temper were just things that added to Zuko's distaste of the water tribe boy. He couldn't stand guys like Sokka, and to add to that, he was from the water tribe. Ugh.
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"Soo..." Yeeep. Awkward. Sokka rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands clasped behind his back. He felt like he should be talking to Zuko about something; it seemed weird not to talk, especially since Sokka hated silence. But he had absolutely no idea what to say.
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An eyebrow arched over a yellow eye. "What?" he snapped back quickly. He wasn't one for conversation, unlike the male in front of him, and was a bit annoyed that he had tried to strike it up. 'Why aren't you leaving then?' his mind asked him but he batted the thought away.