Iwasonceapalindrome

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Chapter 20 “Hi, Jet!” said Aang enthusiastically. “I’m Aang, and these are my friends Sokka and Katara.” “Nice to meet you,” Jet said. He was still looking exclusively at Katara. Aang tried to ignore it. “Like Katara said,” Aang continued, “thanks for saving us.” “Yep,” Jet said, still looking at Katara. She was blushing. “We didn’t really need it, though,” Sokka said, crossing his arms. “We would’ve been fine.” “Right,” said the androgynous girl, Smellerbee. She rolled her eyes and stared at one of the guns she’d go

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Chapter 19 “Zuko,” said a tall, muscular man with dark brown hair and a condescending smirk, “how nice it is to see you again.” Zhao was standing across from Zuko in yet another hotel room. Zuko was glaring at him, his arms crossed; Iroh and a few bodyguards were standing at the opposite end of the room. “Why are you here, Zhao?” Zuko asked, his teeth clenched. “Why, Zuko, is that any way to talk to your superior?” “You’re not my--!” But Zhao held a hand up to silence him. “I’ve been promoted,” he said, “to Admiral.” Zuko just continued to glare. &#

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Sokka switched places with Aang mid-driving so that he could read the file. They almost went off the road, but there were no other cars in sight and no cliff to fall off of. Sokka got them back on track quickly while Aang slid into the back seat. Katara leaned toward him anxiously as he opened the file. The document was massive—it had to have been over three hundred pages. The first fifty or so were written documents, then the rest a mixture of advanced-looking math, photographs, and pages upon pages of what Katara knew was balanced chemical equations. Chemistry had been one of the only subjects she hadn’t excelled at in scho

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“Aang!” Katara yelled, watching him disappear into the mountain. “What if there are Magnan guarding this place?!” “Well,” he said from far below her, “then I guess I’ll just have to deal.” Sokka put his palm to his forehead, but Katara got up and pulled him to the hole. “Come on,” she said. “We have to go help him.” “Do we have to?” Sokka moaned. “I just said we had to, Sokka.” “Oh. Right. But if we get out of this, I’d better be getting a cheeseburger. With bacon. Lots and lots of bacon.” The two hopped into the hole. The r

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It turned out Aang’s “huge influx of information” had not been coming from the middle of Craig at all. It had come from outside of Craig, on a mountain that was practically impossible to get to. One thing was for sure—The Bison sure as hell wasn’t going to four wheel it down jagged, narrow, rocky paths. Groaning, the three of them pulled over and started to hike. “Are you sure this place is on this mountain?” Sokka whined. He was not, per se, an avid hiker. He wasn’t really even an avid walker. Stairs to him were daunting; any mountain to his may as well have been Mt. Everest. It wasn’t th

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Sokka drove through the night. Katara stayed up and watched him drive straight for miles, only to make random, sporadic turns every half an hour or so. She could tell he was tired, but she knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. They were both too unnerved. Katara knew what she was getting into by going with Aang—or, at least, she thought she did. She knew it’d be dangerous, but she’d figured their first run in with Zuko would be the only trouble they’d run into for at least a few months. Aang didn’t wake until about nine. Katara urged him to go back to sleep, but he refused. He told her he had to figure

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Sokka woke late, as always, the next day. He left Suki’s room and went to the living room, seeing that Katara was already up, typing away on her laptop. Aang was nowhere in sight. Sokka stretched as he yawned, opening Suki’s fridge. She, he noticed, was gone too. “Where is everyone?” he asked, not finding anything of interest in the fridge and sitting next to Katara. “Suki’s doing karate,” she said, still looking at her computer. She was working on a report for her online med school. “Aang’s probably showing off for his groupies.” “Geez,” Sokka said, “I thought you l

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The cold water sent shivers up Katara’s spine as it rushed up her ankles, seeping into the sand around her feet. The beach was cold today, and foggy—but it was the only thing that made her forget about the war anymore. If she wasn’t at the beach, staring out at the water, her head would be filled with thoughts and memories, sweeping her up in their tide. She absentmindedly fiddled with the charm around her neck—a single sapphire hanging on a silver chain—as she continued to stare at the horizon. The necklace had been her mother’s, before the first invasion… But Katara wasn’t thinking about that no

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“Are you okay?!” Katara asked, bewildered. How could he be smiling like that?! He’d almost just drowned! He’d almost died! “Uh-huh,” he said, nodding. “I’m okay. So who are you guys?” Sokka lifted an eyebrow, and Katara paused for a second. “I—I’m Katara,” she said, still baffled at how he seemed to be totally fine. “Hi, Katara,” he said, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving me!” “Um… No problem…” “And who are you?” Aang asked, looking at Sokka with a smile. “I’m So

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“Well, he seems to be fine,” the nurse said, walking over to Sokka and Katara in the waiting room. “He’s definitely not concussed—not even shocked, really.” “But—but he says he’s from New York!” Sokka said in a loud, high-pitched voice. Many people looked around at him. “Please keep it down sir,” the nurse said, with a very forced smile. “Maybe he meant his parents were from New York.” “But—but he said—” “Sir,” the nurse said with even more forced politeness, “I’m going to bring the patient back out, and you are going to le

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Chapter 4: A History of the War “…What do you mean, ‘there’s no more New York’?” Aang asked Katara quietly with a voice that sounded heartbroken. “It was… Taken over,” Katara said sadly. “You—you know about the war, don’t you?” “Well, sort of,” he said, his brows furrowed in distress. “I mean, my family told me about it and all, but after I left I swore to… ‘Lay low’. So I’ve sort of just been traveling around for a few years.” “How long?” Katara asked. “About ten years,” he said, shrugging. “What?

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Chapter 5: A History of Aang “Hey, weird kid,” said a full-mouthed Sokka from behind them as Aang opened his mouth to start speaking, “want some beef jerky?” He didn’t say it kindly—he sounded like he felt obliged. This was probably because when he opened the bag, Katara had given him a glare. “Oh, no thanks,” Aang said with a smile. “I’m a vegetarian.” Sokka stopped chewing and looked at Katara. “I told you he’s crazy,” he said, and walked away, toting the bag of salted dried meat. “Don’t mind him,” Katara said, rolling her eyes. “Go on.

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“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this heap of bullshit,” Sokka said angrily, grunting as he shoved a fifth duffel bag into the trunk of The Bison. It had taken almost six hours to convince Sokka to let Katara go with him, and he insisted on going with them as well. “He’s a sixteen-year-old boy,” he’d said. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting my little sister traveling with him alone.” Katara had informed her grandmother on their departure, and she was enthusiastic, saying they needed to get out of the house anyway. Katara made deals with her school to take her classes online, an

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Aang drove. Katara sat up front with him, and Sokka lay sprawled out on the back seat, looking extremely bored while Katara and Aang chatted. “So, you don’t have a radio in here at all?” she was asking, still smiling at him. Aang was smiling as he stared straight ahead, at the road. “Nope,” he said. “I guess I’ve never noticed that I don’t have music playing. It’s always in my head anyway.” “Yeah, I bet he hears things in his head,” Sokka muttered under his breath, but neither of them heard him, and if they did, they didn’t pay him any mind. They also didn’t pa

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“By the way, I guess you should know most Magnan we’ll run into on the street won’t have guns,” Aang said conversationally. “What?” Katara asked, aghast. In the back seat, Sokka sat up. “But—those soldiers—and my mother,” she stuttered, but trailed off, letting him explain. “They probably stole those guns from actual soldiers,” he said. “The actual soldiers wouldn’t be in towns, they’d be fighting. They were probably just the police-type-section of the Magnan. They probably just got a hold of guns to make themselves look important.” “But why wou

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It wound up taking about six hours to get to Colorado, not five. Katara wondered if Aang had said five just to make sure Sokka wasn’t mad about the whole ordeal again. Once they were in Colorado, Aang turned to Katara and said, “Do you have a cell phone?” Katara looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Do you not?” she asked. Aang simple shook his head, obviously unaware of why that was so strange. A sixteen-year-old boy, without a cell phone? Katara got hers out of her pocket and handed it to him. “Thanks,” he said, and started dialing a number. Katara heard it ring a few times, and then a female

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Katara woke up the next morning with a pulled neck muscle. Their family had never really done much camping… Or road trips… Or anything, really, where they didn’t sleep on fluffy beds. The Bison’ back seat, therefore, did not exactly provide her with restful sleep. Katara had wanted Aang to sleep in The Bison, saying he’d driven all day and deserved somewhere (sort of) comfortable to sleep. Aang refused, saying Katara should sleep there instead. Sokka complained about having to sleep on the ground, until a thought crossed his mind: Aang, Katara, alone, sleeping bags, night, teenage hormones. He quickly agreed

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Current Residence: Ravenclaw Common Room
Favourite genre of music: Indie, folk, "weird things", opera, scores
MP3 player of choice: Sandisk Sansa
Wallpaper of choice: A steampunk-y watch on a blue background
Favourite cartoon character: Sokka. Hands down. Or Zuko. No, wait, Iroh! I mean Jet? Smellerby? Longshot?!

Favourite Visual Artist

Dave McKean, and many, MANY others.

Favourite Movies

Wes Anderson flicks, The Prestige, There Will Be Blood, and so many others.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Andrew Bird, Death Cab for Cutie, Ben Folds, Regina Spektor

Favourite Writers

Walt Whitman and John Green

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Photoshop, Microsoft Word.

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Reading, writing, piano, viola, WORDS.

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Iwasonceapalindrome

Apr 9, 2009

Sorry!

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Okay.  So, first and foremost--don't worry.  New bits coming up soon.  I swear. Now, here's the explanation: I have an iron deficiency, and I've been taking iron pills.  My sister is really "health-conscious", which means she reads some articles about health online sometimes, then lectures anyone with them.  She saw the pills that I was taking and freaked out, telling me that they were the "wrong kind of iron pills" and that I was "going to overdose" if I kept taking them. I, like a dunce, listened to her. (I should've known she was wrong when she said I should be taking "ferrous iron pills".  All iron pills are ferrous.  Something ferrou

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Iwasonceapalindrome

Mar 19, 2009

I might start writing again, maybe?

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So, here's the dilemma.  And I know that this journal might piss people off, but, well...  I'm going to be honest. I don't value writing fanfics.  I just don't.  I don't have any problem with fanfics or those who write them, I simply...  Don't value writing them. However, in my writing that I value, I have run into a dry spell.  A bad, bad dry spell.  I think that one oft he ways to help remedy this is to go back to writing my AU Avatar fanfic; fanfics always have been my last resort writing practices. So, don't get your hopes TOO up, but, well...  Yeah.  I might.  I probably will.  We'll see. The first things to come are probably going t