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[markofthebrave]

[If you are passing by the Southmost bridge at just the right time, you will find it hard not to notice the girl in an unusual dress and boots facedown on the ground. One shoulder is strangely disjointed, and there are bruises up and down her arms, particularly violent ones around her wrists. She looks like nothing more than a broken and discarded doll.

As the sun continues to set, the coolness in the ground will cause her to start to stir. When she sits up, she grimaces, moving as if there might be something wrong with her ribs. If you happen to be looking at her as she does, you'll notice the sickening blue and yellow bruise spread across her right collarbone, the lovely shiner on her eye.

The wonderful thing about Luceti? Sometimes there's a journal right where you need it. She barely has enough presence of mind to make sure the picture points away from her face, but her voice is very tired.]

Sokka, Aang - I'm back. [Sorry Suki, Zuko.] I'm okay.

[10 100 (thank you, Shikamaru) percent filter to Chopper, Raine]
Hey guys, if you're there - I could use a little help.

[She doesn't want her brother and Aang to see her like this.]

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[markofthebrave]

[Even Katara's unflagging optimism has taken a beating here - and she was only mostly able to keep that up because she really believed it. She's not going to lie to just to try to make it better.]

...the important thing to remember is that it's not for long. We will find a way out of here. We will get home. We just have to wait and not give up - we'll find a way.

[And she does believe that.]

[wildconqueror.livejournal.com]

[No sound for one, two, three seconds...

...and then, the noise of a fist and a palm being clapped together.]

Of 'coz! When ya hear "too small", ya say - "be stronger"! When ya hear "can't win", ya say - "try harder"! The Malnosso ain't the ones who can say if it's hopeless or not!

[markofthebrave]

[Katara grins a little in relief. Sapphire's response is an encouragement to her. She likes this kid.]

That's right - no one can take our hope away from us. We'll get out of here yet! I've got things to do at home.

[wildconqueror.livejournal.com]

Not our hope, an' not our fightin' spirit!

[the fistpump here is practically audible]

The kinda things that pull ya back ta where ya belong - memories an' people countin' on ya an' promises ya make - between everyone in Luceti, there's gotta be more than enough ta get us all home!