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( Someone has succeeded where so many others have failed... )

[The concept of time is eluding Sokka. How long has it been since Fran forced him in fall to pieces? Five minutes? Fifty minutes? Five hours? He's got no idea, but it's nearly night now, and Sokka can't get the picture of Fran or those inky black figures out of his head long enough to crawl out of his safe place to go home.]

[Hunched down and ( Read more... )

[Sokka had been thinking long and hard -- something that generally didn't work out positively for him. In this case, however, long thoughts on the matter seemed entirely appropriate. He had the time, and the thoughts weren't leaving despite his best efforts to focus his attentions elsewhere.]

[Zuko's death was hitting him hard. So many questions ( Read more... )

[High alert, woop woop! The already busy feed crackles to life with Sokka's concerned face. He's all business.]

We've established our own safe zone here-- [He fumbles around with his PCD, but manages to transmit the coordinates anyway.]

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The perimeter's secured and we've got people on constant watch. There's plenty of room and supplies, too. So ( Read more... )