The roof

[grabber_fray]

She's confined. She hates being confined.

And she hates that she's let herself become confined. That even though she tells herself she's only doing it as a favour for him, it's the same as if he'd given her an order.

And that makes her kind of mad.

And she can't wander off and beat up stuff up to ease her frustrations, because she's confinedCue

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[toomanypostits]

"Not exactly the safest thing you're doing there," Rube calls out, having wandered up to the roof on his daily walk.

And he should know; he's reaped enough people on the edges of tall buildings to recognize unsafe conditions.

[grabber_fray]

Surely the edges of tall buildings is much rarer than, say, the sidewalk at the bottom of tall buildings? I'm just saying.

Mel doesn't appear that concerned. "Safer than being out there attacked by lurks and furry beast things," she points out, pushing herself into a back flip to stand and face him.

"I don't know you."

[toomanypostits]

Well, since the idea is to reap the soul before the death, the top of the building is preferable. They're damned hard to reach on the way down.

"You may be right about that. Since when did we get company? And, no, you don't."

[grabber_fray]

Ah, well, that would help, yes.

"You didn't hear?" Mel asks. He could be new, of course, but surely people have been told about the dangers as they arrive.

"Body was found a couple of days ago. Small child was eaten by... something. Then Zuko was attacked by these Magog creatures last night.

"I'm Mel," she adds, almost as an afterthought.

[notanoptimist]

Sokka needed some space.

His sister was sleeping, Harper was resting, Wash was busy, Zuko was, hopefully, being sat upon by his uncle... and Sokka was feeling restless with so many people around. But he couldn't, and he wouldn't go outside. He just wanted a good space to sit and maybe train a little, throw the boomerang...

But it's occupied by Mel, who is doing Very Neat Things at the edge of the roof. Not wanting to startle her into falling, Sokka steps closer a bit more loudly than necessary before he speaks.

"...Bored?"

[grabber_fray]

He's certainly not being sat upon by Mel.

That was earlier.

She separates her legs and lifts an arm out to the side, counteracted by the opposite leg, but not thrown off by his approach.

"Yep."

[notanoptimist]

If she's not thrown off by that, surely she won't mind the boomerang he throws. It's path is nowhere near her and he watches it like a hawk, so there's not much to be alarmed by anyway.

"Me, too."

And then, the most common opinion of the apartments: "This place sucks."

[grabber_fray]

She doesn't, of course. But she does backflip off the edge to stand nearer to him.

It sucks, yeah, but it is better than Haddyn. For one reason only.

Maybe two.

"You OK?" Mel asks, nudging him slightly.

[harth_fray]

Harth comes looking for her. He blinks his eyes at at the light as he comes out of the door, and then stops there. He shoves his hands in his jean pockets, and looks at her quietly.

"Whatcha doin'?"

[grabber_fray]

"Bein' bored," Mel says, not turning around, but reaching up to grab one of her feet. "How're you?"

[harth_fray]

"Bored. Default state. He creeeps closer to her now, quiet and perhaps over throughtful. "Katara's been real busy, taking care of Harper. I'm thinkin' I might bring her dinner by later, or somethin'."

Innit young love sweet?

[grabber_fray]

Letting her foot go, she pushes herself up onto the fingers of that hand, and hand-over-hand, she spins to face him.

"That's sweet," she remarks. "When did you get sweet?"