[Sokka fancies himself to be the best ninja ever. He's been following Jim, just occasionally, now and again. He's been neglectful since his death, though-- he's been kind of laying about when he's not in the library, and really... stalking Jim was predictable. He would race race race like a fool in the day, and then go stare at the sky at night.
The latter part wasn't so foolish. Half the time, Sokka would get distracted, staring up at the moon himself.
Today was Sokka's first day back on the beat, as it were. And he was late. Definitely, very late. He'd missed the beginning of Jim's racing routine, and he was hoping for Chocobos when he snuck down to Deck 20.
He's not expecting a crash. Not at all.]
Oh, man, JIM!
[Sokka scrambles over to the pinned teenager, unaware he even called his friend's name in the first place. He skids on his knees up to the wreckage, surveying the damage, already terrified for him.]
[Jim didn't actually hear anything except a crackling fire around him and the crashed racer. just. Eff his life, man. He did start to notice other things, like how his right arm was incredibly uncomfortable and it hurt like hell if he tried to pull it free from the wreckage. He was also realizing his face felt hot -- not just from the fire or the adrenaline, but it felt like something warm was running down and crap was that blood? Probably, knowing his luck.
He groaned and grunted trying to pull himself free, his left hand grabbing at the dirt in front of him leaving him without anything to grip on. He'd never not paid attention before. This is why Feelings were stupid, they always got in the way and he hadn't thought clearly. Great. Even as he mentally berated himself, he didn't notice Sokka there -- or maybe it was the excruciating pain he felt in his arm, he wasn't sure.]
[...that's a broken arm. That is so obviously a broken arm, there's too much blood and oh SPIRITS is that BONE? He fights back his gag reflex, and tries to figure out what else was hurt. If Jim's spine was broken, he couldn't move him at all, that could kill him. He'd need something stiff to lash him to-- but that was neither here nor there, that wasn't an immediate threat.]
Don't move. Can you hear me, Jim?
[Oh man, AND YOUR HEAD IS BLEEDING that could be a concussion, that could be a fractured skull, whatever it was, it was going to suck.]
[Well, he heard something different. Through the pain and heat, he heard his name as fuzzy as it sounded. Jim craned his neck up and saw... someone. Who looked positively freaked out and oh it was just Sokka.
Crap. Just who he wanted to see right now. All that did was make him more determined to get out of this himself.]
Gnaaah-- [He tried pushing himself up to his knees, using his free arm as leverage and that worked about as well as one would expect: not at all and with a lot of pain. Not as planned. Jim slammed his fist into the sand with a growl; he hated not being able to get himself out.]
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The latter part wasn't so foolish. Half the time, Sokka would get distracted, staring up at the moon himself.
Today was Sokka's first day back on the beat, as it were. And he was late. Definitely, very late. He'd missed the beginning of Jim's racing routine, and he was hoping for Chocobos when he snuck down to Deck 20.
He's not expecting a crash. Not at all.]
Oh, man, JIM!
[Sokka scrambles over to the pinned teenager, unaware he even called his friend's name in the first place. He skids on his knees up to the wreckage, surveying the damage, already terrified for him.]
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He groaned and grunted trying to pull himself free, his left hand grabbing at the dirt in front of him leaving him without anything to grip on. He'd never not paid attention before. This is why Feelings were stupid, they always got in the way and he hadn't thought clearly. Great. Even as he mentally berated himself, he didn't notice Sokka there -- or maybe it was the excruciating pain he felt in his arm, he wasn't sure.]
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Don't move. Can you hear me, Jim?
[Oh man, AND YOUR HEAD IS BLEEDING that could be a concussion, that could be a fractured skull, whatever it was, it was going to suck.]
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Crap. Just who he wanted to see right now. All that did was make him more determined to get out of this himself.]
Gnaaah-- [He tried pushing himself up to his knees, using his free arm as leverage and that worked about as well as one would expect: not at all and with a lot of pain. Not as planned. Jim slammed his fist into the sand with a growl; he hated not being able to get himself out.]
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