The Hunt is on! [Active/closed]
Characters: Tobias and Sokka
Content: HAWKY! --er, I mean, Sokka hopes to make a carrier hawk out of Tobias
Location: Union Square Park
Time of day: midmorning
Warnings: Um... perhaps slapstick "lol"s?
Sokka stretched and continued walking, keeping the rising sun at his back. Out of Team Avatar, he was usually the earliest to rise, but that was usually because they needed to get someplace, or away from somewhere. Here, though… there was no-place to get to. No, It wasn’t bad enough getting tossed into some other world (though at least this one had bathrooms, unlike the spirit world) but on top of that, one could leave the island. Sokka thought that it was a wonder they had all survived this long. It was amazing they kept managing to find fresh food, especially since there wasn’t really anywhere to grow crops, and no animals, except for those overgrown armadillo-spider looking things…
Sokka spun his pipe, which he had now flattened, and sharpened one side into a crude sword, and wrapped the hilt in leather he’d obtained from a torn jacket he found in the street. He tossed the makeshift weapon in the air, lifting his hand to catch it… but, looking past the weapon, Sokka spotted something amazing, and something that was out of place in this messed-up world
A Hawk! A real (though, a little odd looking) Hawk!
Sure, it wouldn’t be much good for hunting in this place, but if the computer-thingiewhatsises ever went on the fritz, he’d have something to send messages to his friends to! Sokka figured he’d have to make sure to send a note to that Danny Fenton guy, since he seemed to think that sending massages by hawk was so strange but glowing boxes were perfectly NORMAL-
--Sokka suddenly had to duck out of the way as his makeshift sword came back to earth, but he’d been focusing too much on the hawk to catch it properly!
After scrambling to pick up his sword, Sokka smiled up at the hawk as he watched it fly. “Stick around, Hawky,” he quietly said to himself. “I’ll be right back… with some jesses and a net!” And with that, the bow slipped his sword into the sheath he’d made (though, the sewing was terribly poor, Katara was always better at that sort of thing) and he dashed back toward home, to grab his net.
Content: HAWKY! --er, I mean, Sokka hopes to make a carrier hawk out of Tobias
Location: Union Square Park
Time of day: midmorning
Warnings: Um... perhaps slapstick "lol"s?
Sokka stretched and continued walking, keeping the rising sun at his back. Out of Team Avatar, he was usually the earliest to rise, but that was usually because they needed to get someplace, or away from somewhere. Here, though… there was no-place to get to. No, It wasn’t bad enough getting tossed into some other world (though at least this one had bathrooms, unlike the spirit world) but on top of that, one could leave the island. Sokka thought that it was a wonder they had all survived this long. It was amazing they kept managing to find fresh food, especially since there wasn’t really anywhere to grow crops, and no animals, except for those overgrown armadillo-spider looking things…
Sokka spun his pipe, which he had now flattened, and sharpened one side into a crude sword, and wrapped the hilt in leather he’d obtained from a torn jacket he found in the street. He tossed the makeshift weapon in the air, lifting his hand to catch it… but, looking past the weapon, Sokka spotted something amazing, and something that was out of place in this messed-up world
A Hawk! A real (though, a little odd looking) Hawk!
Sure, it wouldn’t be much good for hunting in this place, but if the computer-thingiewhatsises ever went on the fritz, he’d have something to send messages to his friends to! Sokka figured he’d have to make sure to send a note to that Danny Fenton guy, since he seemed to think that sending massages by hawk was so strange but glowing boxes were perfectly NORMAL-
--Sokka suddenly had to duck out of the way as his makeshift sword came back to earth, but he’d been focusing too much on the hawk to catch it properly!
After scrambling to pick up his sword, Sokka smiled up at the hawk as he watched it fly. “Stick around, Hawky,” he quietly said to himself. “I’ll be right back… with some jesses and a net!” And with that, the bow slipped his sword into the sheath he’d made (though, the sewing was terribly poor, Katara was always better at that sort of thing) and he dashed back toward home, to grab his net.