Oct. 24th, 2007

[identity profile] really-smiley.livejournal.com
Smiley isn't used to bright lights and noises interrupting him while he's having his coffee. Usually, he would be a little bit miffed about it.

That's all forgotten about now, however, because he's more concerned that he appears to be somewhere he doesn't really recognise. Some field or another, with wheat.

"Huh." Mildly, as he takes another sip of his coffee. Priorities, after all.
hero_farmboy: (clark doesn't like the sound of this)
[personal profile] hero_farmboy
Clark is not nervous. Not at all. That pacing he's doing outside Chloe's apartment building? Totally not nerves. It's just a second date and the first one was the one he was nervous over. This one should be a breeze.

He just needs a minute.

Finally, after taking a quick look around to make sure no one's watching, he takes a deep breath and speeds up to her apartment, knocking lightly on the door.

It's hard to not just walk in.
[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com
Sokka has gotten used to many things in his admittedly short life. He's gotten used to the fact that his sister can play with magic water, and also likely kill him with it should she so desire. He's gotten used to the fact that a bouncy twelve year old has more power than he can imagine and is meant to save the world he was born on. He's gotten used to the idea that nothing is as it seems and scrawny, nothing children should be looked at with as much suspicion as great hulking men with guns. Sokka has gotten used to the idea of space travel and grav thrusters and slipstream, he's gotten used to speaking the same language as everybody else but not being able to write the same one, he's gotten used to writing all of his work notes out in Chinese because pretty much everything in the last year was written in it and you couldn't depend on people to be around to take care of you. Sokka has gotten used to having a Firebender in his family, and a tiny young woman who is freakishly strong and twice as scary when she wants to be. He's gotten used to taking care of and absolutely adoring two tiny half-Fire Nation girls.

Who are, respectively, strapped to his chest and back by a cloth sling as he wanders down the Street of Eden toward his designated workshop-building, where most people assume he is hard at work trying to find a way out but he is, in actuality, carving loads of tiny toy animals for his nieces.

Sokka has also gotten used to the idea that while he isn't useless, there is a point where he has to recognize that he just doesn't know how to fix something, and needs to give it a rest for a while.

So with Hana and Loo babbling in his ears in their Baby Language, with an occasional Mama or Dada or Unca thrown in that he can actually understand, he walks on.



When the flash comes, Sokka ducks and curls his arms over the heads of the girls, because he's gotten used to sudden attacks. And when no explosion or other noise follows, he gets to his feet quickly, with a club in one hand and a boomerang in another, because Sokka's gotten used to being lulled into false security.

But when Sokka looks around and realizes he's left the Street of Eden and is in a place that isn't the Street, isn't Apocalyptica, isn't the Earth Kingdom, isn't anywhere in any of those places, he stares. Because despite doing it twice before, Sokka has not gotten used to this.

"No."

His reaction is, possibly, quite surprising.

"No! No, god damn it, no!" Glaring hatefully up at the sky, Sokka holds tight to the girls in the sling-- and then sits down abruptly, cross-legged, in the middle of a ruined road.

"I am going to sit here until you put us back! You can throw me to any world you want, but you can't make me get up!"
slayer_fray: (shouting)
[personal profile] slayer_fray
One attack in nine months can lull a person into a sense of security. Especially when that person know she can kick anyone's ass, and when she can leave her kids with a flame throwing father or a warrior uncle, and when she knows she's just going to stroll down the street...

...and end up somewhere entirely somewhere else, that isn't the Street at all.

Without her kids.

Mel's first reaction is to scream.
[identity profile] npwa.livejournal.com
Lenore Ackart has seen some strange things in her lifetime, but not once did she ever expect to find herself standing in the middle of a barren wasteland, and yet... here she is.

There isn't a sign of any life around -- human, animal, plant, nothing. She's standing on a gigantic mound of dirt and debris and cannot, for the life of her, figure out how she got here, or where, exactly, here is.

She scowls at the empty landscape and fishes a loose cigarette from out of her pocket, placing it loosely between her lips.

At least nobody's chasing her.

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