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Toph Bei Fong ([info]rocksolid) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-25 23:34:00
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Who: toph . katara
When: afternoon
What: she needs some healin'
Where: outside katara's room
Rating: pg.13
Status: complete

"Katara!" She called again impatiently, knocking on the water bender's door, and hoping that she was there. It was almost afternoon now though, whose to say Katara wasn't off somewhere else? She was screwed if that was the case. No way she was crawling around the resort again like this looking for the girl, especially not with Zuko out there and even more pissed at her then he had been to start with. No, she would just sit here and wait.

"Come on Katara!" Toph pounded on the door a moment later, already sick of that plan, but then patients was never her strong suit. Especially when she was angry, confused, and hurt. She was certainly a strange sight for anyone that happened to pass by as well. The earth bender sat on the floor just outside her friend's room in an awful state. Dirtier then usual for one. No little smatterings of dust, after crawling out of the woods to the dorms, no she had all kinds of dirt and ash on her. Her hair fell loose and had bits of leaf in it and singed ends. Her knees and palms a bit scratched up. It was her feet that were the real problem though. The rest she could handle, scratches and little burns here and there not that big a deal, but her feet were all burnt. She couldn't see, couldn't walk, and the dirt in the wound likely wasn't helping.

The teen rubbed at her eyes -- eyes that were most certainly not tearing, thank you very much -- and let her head fall back against the wall with a groan.


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