People are Strange
Characters: fn_rebel and angle-on-it and later, kyasdaughter
When: Saturday, October 22, 2011 [Backdated, some time after this.]
Where: The forge
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jet visits Sokka some time after Sokka's meeting with Suki and the others goes awry. Katara visits later.
Sokka was glad it was over. As much as it had hurt, physically and mentally, the young man had stood up, done the right thing, and taken his punishment accordingly. He felt... no better. But a bit less burdened at least. The guilt that had been gnawing away at him subsided long enough for him to seek shelter and tend to his wounds. He couldn't go home for fear of running into anyone he knew, and as much as he knew Unohana would provide him the assistance he needed, it wasn't hard for residents to catch wind of someone staying at the clinic, and Sokka was in no mood for visitors.
The forge was about the only place he could think to go. Sure, Suki knew where to find him, but she was the least likely person to come looking, so he guessed it was safe enough. There's no bed, no, real tables (just work benches), and absolutely no amenities, but Sokka wasn't about to complain. He just sat on a short stool for too long, hand rested firmly against the cut above his eye.
Real. Great. Day. Best he'd had in a while.
When: Saturday, October 22, 2011 [Backdated, some time after this.]
Where: The forge
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jet visits Sokka some time after Sokka's meeting with Suki and the others goes awry. Katara visits later.
Sokka was glad it was over. As much as it had hurt, physically and mentally, the young man had stood up, done the right thing, and taken his punishment accordingly. He felt... no better. But a bit less burdened at least. The guilt that had been gnawing away at him subsided long enough for him to seek shelter and tend to his wounds. He couldn't go home for fear of running into anyone he knew, and as much as he knew Unohana would provide him the assistance he needed, it wasn't hard for residents to catch wind of someone staying at the clinic, and Sokka was in no mood for visitors.
The forge was about the only place he could think to go. Sure, Suki knew where to find him, but she was the least likely person to come looking, so he guessed it was safe enough. There's no bed, no, real tables (just work benches), and absolutely no amenities, but Sokka wasn't about to complain. He just sat on a short stool for too long, hand rested firmly against the cut above his eye.
Real. Great. Day. Best he'd had in a while.