Katara (
markofthebrave) wrote2012-02-07 07:43 pm
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Entry tags:
- ...this place is so...,
- action action action,
- bending is therapy,
- best coping mechanism ever,
- can't just have a normal talk with boys,
- can??? have normal a talk with boys?,
- finding peace where i can,
- i sure hope nothing blows up,
- just a girl,
- last waterbender of her tribe,
- life is so simple here,
- making good memories,
- messing with a little girl's dream,
- she loves this weather,
- totally responsible always,
- waterbending ftw
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[Sneeze and you break it filter to CR at around 4 am this morning.]
I'm back. I'm fine. I hope everyone's okay. Good night.
[So then Katara wakes up much, much later and will be just puttering around the house for a while for those who are inclined to catch her in serious conversation. She sends notes to Trafalgar and to Gelda to let them know that although she's back she feels like she needs to take a few days off... she's still very tired, and as of yet not feeling like being around people.
All that changes, however, on Wednesday. She needs to get out of the house, she needs to do something life-affirming and fun... and isn't it fortunate that she's been working on building severalinsane monstrous intense snow tracks for people to go sledding on? She decides to go check on them and to bring her journal with them.
Finding that their structural integrity hasn't been too damaged without constant maintenance and that the cold weather still holds... she decides that today is the day to show them off.]
Hey, everyone - I've been working on something the past few weeks and if you like sledding then... [She trails off and flips the journal over so that the journal feed will reveal three sledding tracks. She's made good use of all the snow in the past month or so, the clearing is very nearly bare of it - instead, there is the very large one, made completely of tunnels and requiring snow-cut stairs to ascend and once dared will necessitate a few on-the-walls themselves turns, there is the slightly less large one that seems to be composed mostly of sheer drops, and there is the normal-sized one that is essentially one long spiral down to ground level.] then grab your sleds. Don't worry, I've had a few people test them and they've held up just fine! It's south of the barracks, by the river.
[OOC: If anyone wants to come sledding, please do! Threadjacks of all sorts are welcome!
Also, if I could get those who attend the school, work in the clinics, or attend combat medicine lessons to give this a quick glance and offer input, that would be awesome! \o/!]
I'm back. I'm fine. I hope everyone's okay. Good night.
[So then Katara wakes up much, much later and will be just puttering around the house for a while for those who are inclined to catch her in serious conversation. She sends notes to Trafalgar and to Gelda to let them know that although she's back she feels like she needs to take a few days off... she's still very tired, and as of yet not feeling like being around people.
All that changes, however, on Wednesday. She needs to get out of the house, she needs to do something life-affirming and fun... and isn't it fortunate that she's been working on building several
Finding that their structural integrity hasn't been too damaged without constant maintenance and that the cold weather still holds... she decides that today is the day to show them off.]
Hey, everyone - I've been working on something the past few weeks and if you like sledding then... [She trails off and flips the journal over so that the journal feed will reveal three sledding tracks. She's made good use of all the snow in the past month or so, the clearing is very nearly bare of it - instead, there is the very large one, made completely of tunnels and requiring snow-cut stairs to ascend and once dared will necessitate a few on-the-walls themselves turns, there is the slightly less large one that seems to be composed mostly of sheer drops, and there is the normal-sized one that is essentially one long spiral down to ground level.] then grab your sleds. Don't worry, I've had a few people test them and they've held up just fine! It's south of the barracks, by the river.
[OOC: If anyone wants to come sledding, please do! Threadjacks of all sorts are welcome!
Also, if I could get those who attend the school, work in the clinics, or attend combat medicine lessons to give this a quick glance and offer input, that would be awesome! \o/!]
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[And then she looks up, smiling wryly.] Don't worry. I'm not going to be avoiding him.
[They'd hashed that issue out already and this is her wry acknowledgement of the fact that you very well may have heard it all.]
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You don't have to worry about misleading him, either. He's not like a dog you're taunting with scraps. [A pause... And he tilts his head, sticking his pinky in one ear.] Well - he is a dog. But he gets into that shit on his own.
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I'd rather not think of him as a dog at all.
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I figured he's a little too old to compare him to a puppy... [This is said with a small smirk - he was joking, so chill.]
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I thought I was being pretty clear, but... [helpless and uncertain shrug]
...what you're saying, basically, is he's fooling himself.
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He knows what he's doing. I say he's like a dog [and a hand goes up here - he knows, he knows, he's just explaining himself] because he gets into things he knows he shouldn't.
You keep things from him, and he'll still try and sniff it out. When you get on him for it, he might feel bad, sure. But only because he upset you. You warn him, and he'll see what he can get away with anyways.
So it's not leading him on. [She's too careful for that.] If you have to shut him down, it's not even a bad reflection on yourself. He does these things to himself.
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I wish he wouldn't.
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[Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't hope Masaomi will grow out of it someday.]
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A girl can wish?
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It's not like I mind hearing about it. But maah... [He finishes his drink now, setting the cup down.] There's not a lot I can say. This really isn't my thing.
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There's not really a lot to say. I don't like him, he likes me, it's a mess.
[Sigh.] He brought flowers to meet me when we went sledding today. Flowers!
[Just. Needing to get that off her chest. She'll back off after this, promise.]
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[The ones that have been sitting in his apartment all week?]
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Pretty blue and white ones. I have no idea where I'm going to put them.
[Sokka will flip.
...also, what is that face.] ...why?
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Why me?]
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He reaches across and lays a hand on her head - two quick pats, as if to say there, there, before the hand withdraws.]
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She glances up at him.]
I don't suppose you want them back.
[She's kidding. Mostly.]
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I shouldn't have been surprised. He'd said he'd had them for a while.
[STILL!]
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On the bright side, they probably won't last a lot longer, if it really bothers you.
[And he gets up, to go put his cup in the sink.]
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Yay. He gave me doomed flowers.
[She's teasing. Mostly.]
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Is it not the thought that counts? [His free hand comes up to rest over his chest, the other sweeping grandly over her counter tops.] The real treasure, after all, is when a man gives from his heart.
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