Korra (better_to_bend) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-10-27 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~jonas winston, ~korra |
Who: Korra and OPEN!
Where: Outside Management's trailer.
When: Backdated to Saturday morning, following this.
What: Everything's caught up with Korra and maybe someone is nice? :E
Warnings: Upset teen.
Status: Ongoing.
Korra could be found sitting on the ground outside Management's trailer, her legs pulled close, with arms and head resting on her knees. The man - Carl - had been right. No matter how much she'd yelled or knocked or tried to get into the trailer she assumed was the management's (the fancy one with Keep Out painted on it) all she was met with was silence. After exhausting her anger and frustration, Korra had flopped on the ground near the trailer. This place was unfamiliar to her and she didn't know where to go to be alone. She found she didn't have the energy to find out. Nor did she have the energy to fight the wave of emotion that came crashing over her. In a heartbeat she'd lost everything. Her identity, her family, her friends. What use was an Avatar that couldn't bend? She'd spent her entire life training to. She didn't know how to do anything else. Who was she without it? And on top of that, she was also severed from everyone she cared about. Even Naga. She had no way of knowing whether they were all right or not, either. She'd failed to expose Amon and now she was here, so she'd failed to protect them as well. She was scared, too. Terrified. She had no idea where she was. But by this point, an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness had taken hold. She'd tried to fight the sobs at first, but it was no use. Everything was so utterly hopeless. |