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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:23 pm
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Deep within the basement of the bar, Kasai lay in darkness. As if being bound and gagged by a bunch of thugs weren't bad enough, this place left her with nothing but her sense of smell. Unable to move, unable to see, unable to call for help, the young firebender lay limp in acceptance, waiting for any moment to escape. Though Kas knew any opening would be slim, let alone unlikely, she held on to that hope, as well as hope that Fang was still alive.
The musty smell of mold and mildew was overwhelming at first, but, gradually, Kasai grew used to this too. However, the more she focused, the more she was sure there was a third scent- the scent of blood. Fang, dead or alive, was very near- of that she was certain. At thoughts of her companion, she cursed her fate. How could she have been so careless!? She should have stayed close and provided cover for him! But no! She had to be the pretty little heroine and try to save the day, only to get captured herself.
The longer Kasai focused, the more real the smell of blood seemed. Worry and concern flooded her, and, fighting against very tight binds, followed the smell, slowly but surely inching along the ground as much as her binds would allow. Finally, she collided with the fleshy thing that was the limp Fang. Curious as to his state, she wormed herself beneath him and, after several failed attempts, rolled the boy over onto his back-side. Unfortunately for Kas, she fell over once more- this time, pounding her head against his chest.
As she did so, however, she noticed something- a distinct thud that gave her hope. Fang's heart still beat! Kasai soon found herself overwhelmed with joy and exhausted from her efforts. With nothing left in her and nothing else to console her, the girl curled up against him, resting her head gently upon his chest. The reassurance of his beating heart relaxed Kasai, and before she knew it, she had found a way to sleep peacefully in this dump.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 6:02 pm
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тαкє α gσσ∂ нαя∂ ℓσσк fσя тнє νєяу ℓαѕт тιмє тнє νєяу ℓαѕт σиє ιи α νєяу ℓσиg ℓιиє -------------
Several hours passed by as Fang lay unconscious in the musty cellar. his eyes started to blink open as he became aware of a dull throbbing sensation on the back of his head. His face itched from the dried blood. With a grunt, Fang tried to sit up only to discover two things. First, his hands and legs were tightly bound, numbingly so. Next, somebody lay against him in the darkness, lending warmth to fight off the cold damp that invaded his clothing.
"Kas?" He asked in a rasping voice that sounded foreign to him. How could he be so stupid? He could have run, could have forced Kas to run as well. They would have been safe, but his idiotic sense of pride wouldn't let him back down. Now he put Kas in danger along with him. She didn't belong here, facing an uncertain future. "I'm such an idiot!" He growled, wishing he could snap his fingers and fix this whole situation.
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σиℓу тσσк α ѕє¢σи∂ тσ ѕαу gσσ∂вує
вєєи α ρℓєαѕυяє, вυт тнє ρℓєαѕυяє'ѕ вєєи мιиє, αℓℓ мιиє .
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 10:36 pm
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As Fang stirred, Kasai lay dormant, softly breathing upon his shirt. As he attempted to struggle against his own binds, however, the girl slowly opened her eyes to the same darkness. Her mind was groggy, and at first she didn't process the shaking motion, and groaned in a grumpy fit. In protest of her waking, the girl briefly thrashed her head about until she buried herself more comfortably in the fabric of his shirt, complaining incoherently behind her gag all the while. However, she couldn't get comfortable enough to fall back asleep, and resigned herself to struggling as best she could to move herself into a bearable position that still allowed her Fang's warmth.
Unfortunately, it seemed none could be found. More often than not, Kas ended up bumping Fang in what she was sure were very painful, clumsy motions, for which she would attempt to apologize for- if grunting frantically could be considered apologetic. With her wits gradually coming back to her, the young firebender began to think about recent events. Questions, fears, and blame all shifted through her. I shouldn't have let my guard down! I should have fought them all off, and saved us both! came first. Then, it was, Stupid Fang! Stupid boys! Never able to back down from a fight! In the end, all she could decide on was that she was glad Fang was okay.
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