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markofthebrave) wrote2012-04-13 08:59 pm
markofthebrave) wrote2012-04-13 08:59 pm
[ Action, Some Journal ] BACKDATED to the 11th .059
[On April 9th, Katara had been told that she was an "error," and doomed to die by a boy with the face of the man she loved. As you can imagine, the rest of the day was not spent cheerfully; rather after wandering about for some time, Katara returned home to make dinner and then quietly excused herself to write some letters, and then bend into the early morning hours.
On April 10th, the sun rose on a Katara who was entirely herself, and the sudden onslaught of memories drove her to her knees. In the early hours of the morning, she wept beside the river, feeling inside out and torn apart and lost... eventually she returned to her room in order to sleep the sleep of the deeply exhausted.
She did not wake until April 11th. This was another slow day, where she read the letters her other self had written and decided not to give them out, ended up seeking some unlikely advice, and generally stuck to her schedule, feeling... strange.
But today? Today she woke up feeling a little more like herself. It was a Thursday, which meant meeting Nami for bo practice after school (which she... finally got back to attending, sorry Professor) and then made dinner. She may glance through the journal a bit more than normal; she may even contemplate attempting to contact someone, and... eventually, she does make two locked posts:]
[Written | Private to Robin]
Hey. I know you'll probably say you're fine, but I just wanted to ask how you were doing.
[Voice | Private to Wolfwood]
Do you have a minute?
[Later that evening, she'll be practicing by the river, under the light of a waning moon.]
On April 10th, the sun rose on a Katara who was entirely herself, and the sudden onslaught of memories drove her to her knees. In the early hours of the morning, she wept beside the river, feeling inside out and torn apart and lost... eventually she returned to her room in order to sleep the sleep of the deeply exhausted.
She did not wake until April 11th. This was another slow day, where she read the letters her other self had written and decided not to give them out, ended up seeking some unlikely advice, and generally stuck to her schedule, feeling... strange.
But today? Today she woke up feeling a little more like herself. It was a Thursday, which meant meeting Nami for bo practice after school (which she... finally got back to attending, sorry Professor) and then made dinner. She may glance through the journal a bit more than normal; she may even contemplate attempting to contact someone, and... eventually, she does make two locked posts:]
[Written | Private to Robin]
Hey. I know you'll probably say you're fine, but I just wanted to ask how you were doing.
[Voice | Private to Wolfwood]
Do you have a minute?
[Later that evening, she'll be practicing by the river, under the light of a waning moon.]
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[Going about my day, because there isn't anything else to be done.]
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[Someone doesn't just vanish for the majority of two days without good reason. There's obviously something going on, and she can't help but feel like it's too much. Not just with the Masaomi issue, but with Aang here now too, it's... a lot.]
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[She pauses, then adds-]
And it doesn't mean that you can't talk about it with people who are willing to hear you out. If... if you're not okay.
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[Especially when... well, it so obviously does.]
We're here for you. I'm here, if... you need someone to listen.
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[She plucks a string on the koto.]
I'm just... really not sure what there is to say.
[What she even can say. She thinks of Aang and her heart hurts. She thinks of Masaomi and her heart hurts. She feels so horribly miserable and selfish.]
...or what's mine to say.
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What's yours is what's on your mind now. Even if it's memories from a life that isn't yours- it's still weighing on you, isn't it? Sometimes talking about it helps.
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Everyone told her to be cautious. To not do anything big, that would lead to regret. And the more it seemed like everyone else might be right, the more she wanted to hold on to who she was. I can understand that, but... I really wish she hadn't done it like that.
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