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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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What had they been talking about, again?
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Terrible things! But this was suitably distractiony.
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What will all the free time and all.
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Okay. The mention of love had her looking down.
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[ no guy is ever worth your life; not like that. this is buffy's firm belief. ]
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...if the problem was something that could be attacked. Her hand moved up to her mother's necklace.
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