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[notanoptimist]

His sister and the Avatar, Sokka decided as he wandered grumbling back into the Earth Kingdom forest he'd just come out of two seconds ago, were the most ungrateful people who ever existed. Sure, all he could find for dinner were nuts, but nuts were good food! GOOD

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[air_scooting]

He couldn't spend time in the 'complex' much. Still unfamiliar with the others and the only face he knew being Prince Zuko? A little more than depressing, especially in such a dead world they were trapped in.

And there were only so many times a twelve-year-old kid could amuse himself with empty boxes and strange things in the complex.

Exploring the area, not looking the least bit cold, Aang was searching for more of the canned food Zuko had found days ago. Best to stock up, even if it didn't taste very... good. At times, he really wondered if those were carrots.

The Avatar did pause on one rooftop, frowning as he looked at the empty buildings.

He blew the bison whistle, for the heck of it.

Nothing.

No real big shock there.

Aang shook his head sadly, putting the bison whistle away before he leapt to the road below to continue his little hunt.

[notanoptimist]

The buildings were pretty easy to see from far away - not like there's a lot out here to block his view - and Sokka's already started making his way toward them. He hasn't seen anything to really be afraid of or fight against, but the tight grip he keeps on his club shows his discomfort well enough. It's too quiet around here, eerily so, and though he won't like to admit it, Sokka doesn't really like being alone.

...Come to think of it, Sokka's never been alone.

He frowns a little with that thought before shaking it off. First, find people. Then mope. And what was the good of moping if there was no one around to watch you do it?

[air_scooting]

Not much luck. A can of peas from a lone household. Everything else? Spoiled. And canned peas were gross, but... well, Aang wasn't going to go hunting for meat. That'd be silly and wrong.

He stuck the can into his satchel -- it'd been lying around in the room he'd picked in the complex, thankfully; beaten, but useful -- and continued on his way.

"Man, there isn't even grass here I can defrost," he complained softly to himself. Not that he would eat grass, but point still.

It was then, around the corner, he thought he caught the glimpse of... someone.

Nah. Just a trick of the eyes...

Maybe not. Aang frowned and edged closer to look. Never know when it might be some crazy Fire Nation person. Or just Zuko.

[notanoptimist]

One is just as bad as the other! But it isn't Fire Nation or Zuko - just a wary-looking Water Tribe boy, frowning as he looks around--

--catching sight of orange and yellow and breathing a sigh of relief. "Aang!" Sokka calls out, and raises the club to wave it around, just in case the boy hadn't seen him. "What happened? Where's Katara?" Did you get them stuck in some crazy spirit-world thing? He'd like to get off the ride now!