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Post by ukaleq on Oct 5, 2007 0:39:45 GMT -5
Ukaleq sighed... glad that Naira had stopped her crying and now seemed content to think about happy fish. The Ulloriaqs had an ice aquarium built into their home's wall that showed some of the fish of the North Pole. They were dark and greyed out colors, with poor eyesight and they moved very slowly. When reading scrolls and books in the archives, Ukaleq had shown the drawings and paintings of some of the fish that lived in warmer waters and the tropical fish that lived near the Fire Nation. They were much bright in color, with pretty patterns and long fins.. nothing like the fish they had. Naira loved those fish, and so every story she was told about fish by Ukaleq had bright, tropical fish. "There no.. Naira.. Not so bad. Be a Happy fish. Mother and Father will want to come home to happy fish." Ukaleq smoothed her hair and smiled, though she was forcing it.
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Post by kaiapo on Oct 11, 2007 14:50:26 GMT -5
Cobalt blue eyes watched as Shona rose and crossed the room. Now that the older man was gone, Kaiapo was tried to remember what it was he'd been talking to Hotaru about. It too a couple moments to remember, but finally it came back to him. He'd asked about her mom and dad.
The boy could see the tinge to her cheeks from her blushing...and had no idea why the girl would be blusing in the first place. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he thought on it. He didn't think he'd said anything out of line...and Mr. Shona hadn't even spoken to her. He dismissed this line of thought entirely, as he was uanble to conceive what exactly was so embarrasing to Hotaru.
He cut a glance over to Hotaru, as he once again returned to his original question.
"Is your mom and dad in here too?"
An uneasy quiet was seeming to settle in the shelter as there was a lull in the bombing. Maybe the battle was over? Maybe the warriors of the North had turned back the Fire Nation invaders?
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Post by hotaru on Oct 11, 2007 16:53:53 GMT -5
It seemed like a simple enough question yet she could not bring herself to answer it. Smile and say, yes, they’re alive they’re just very busy and leave me alone a lot. She could shake her head act more upset and maybe get some desired sympathy out of that. Another wicked side of her told her to turn on the water works and say something very vague to make him on un-even ground. Still she didn’t feel like playing her games with him.
Her boot hit the ground lightly in a smooth tap tap tap, she’d let go of her legs, the reason to which they were in front of her now. Instead of tucked tightly against her chest. She looked away finally deciding on the truth to tell her newest source of light in this dim place.
“They should be in the earth kingdom now, they ship goods back and forth…”
Her frost blue eyes glanced at him only quickly enough to see his reaction before looking away. Her pale skin was notorious for showing all of her emotions. As annoying as it was she didn’t want him to see how she really felt. A part of her chided Hotaru to be nice to him and act like things were okay.
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Post by taartoq on Oct 29, 2007 11:45:12 GMT -5
In the recesses of his mind, amidst the boredom and receding cautiousness, Taartoq couldn't help but wonder what time it was. It was dark even when he ventured from the shelter to help the injured man, but by now, a great deal of time had to have passed. It had been at least an hour since Padma had finished brushing his thick, sable hair, which was now entirely loose and falling in all directions. Padma herself sat a few feet away, twiddling her fingers to pass the time.
He did nothing but sit, with his sea-blue eyes focused on nothing other than the floor in front of him. His legs were crossed and his hands settled on his lap, while his rose-tinted lips gaped open slightly. Not even pleasant conversation could slake the tedium inside the shelter. Few people spoke very loudly, since most seemed to be asleep or bored out of their minds.
There was absolutely nothing to do...
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Post by sokka on Nov 1, 2007 13:19:30 GMT -5
Kokomi did say anything to Shona and Shona was slient as well. Arrluk didn't feel like causing anymore strife and sighed and hugged his wife one last time before leaving.
Shona anger stewed as he got up and walked around. A sense of dismay and anguish was now palable among the family. Shona face was set into a dark frown as he found Taartoq sitting with his hair down and looking rather bored. Shona heart hit a pain as he looked at Taartoq. He looked very much like Kavik, so much that it hurt. Feeling that there was nothing else to do he sat down and struck up a conversation with the waterbender.
"You know..if you had a braid on your right side I would have mistaken you for my son. You look a lot like him accually. Only...older." Shona sighed and still frowned he feel a little better by talking. It would at least distract him from his depression.
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Post by taartoq on Nov 1, 2007 14:14:20 GMT -5
Taartoq's blinding boredom was interrupted by a male voice. He turned to see it was the man he assisted earlier, Shona. The man with a large and dysfunctional family. He understood why someone would feel like talking to break the depressing silence, and he thus didn't tell the man to go away. Taartoq did have a lingering hostility in his mind, due to his tiredness and hunger, so he wasn't exactly in the best mood. But still, he supposed he would hear out the man before being cold and aloof.
He arched an eyebrow as a peculiar notion was made, one where Shona inferred that Taartoq looked like his son. He didn't think he'd ever seen Shona's son, but he for some reason didn't find the idea flattering. His face bore no emotion as he looked straight at Shona, and, running his fingers through his own tresses, he replied to Shona in a dry tone that made it near-impossible for one to tell the true intention in his voice.
"Thank you. I'm flattered."
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Post by sokka on Nov 1, 2007 14:46:59 GMT -5
The dryness made Shona smirk a bit. Shona was still very depressed but didn't make any notion of it still if it was cynisim he want thats what the fisherman was going to cast.
"Sniff sniff is that arrogance I smell? Oh I think it is...and it's such a strong scent too." Mocked Shona lightly and he wave a hand over his nose. "Prideful aren't you.....Taartoq?" Shona asked with mirth hiding his depression. "I wish Kavik had your confidence. Maybe he would let himself be picked on by bullies for his effeminate mannerisms." Shona stated rather off handedly. He sighed as he looked at Taartoq's collar. It was very beautiful and wonderfully crafted. Now that he was thinking about it after Kavik passed his Ice Dodging with his sister. He never got a collar or rather he never wanted one.
"You have nice collar...family heirloom?" Shona question lightly as he tried to make conversation.
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Post by taartoq on Nov 1, 2007 16:49:04 GMT -5
Shona's snide remarks earned nothing but a stone-cold glare, even though Taartoq was partly one to deserve it. Though it was certianly nothing to help lighten his mood. However, his unfriendly stare at the man softened when he mentioned that Taartoq was confident. He supposed he had a degree of confidence, at least at this point in his life. Taartoq had always used sarcasm to mask his insecurities when he was younger, but at this point in his life, he was proud of who he was.
It also tugged at his heartstrings when Shona mentioned his son was bullied for being effeminate. He knew terribly well what that was like, with it happening to him all through his childhood. Taunting, jeering, alienation - all of it hurt. Inwardly, he sympathized, but he was still rather peeved with the man's retort.
Then out of the blue, Shona complemented his necklace. Taartoq's face suddenly bereft of emotion once more, his mood changed from being annoyed to confused and slightly flattered. What was this man trying to prove? It didn't make sense to the waterbender. Though Taartoq absently touched the clear blue pendant that hung from his necklace. Hostility still lurking vaguely in his mind, he said to Shona with a forced civility, "No, I made it myself."
Pausing, he ran his finger along the edges of the necklace and adjusted it to its place. It was one of few things he had ever made himself, and it held a sort of sentiment for him. Usually, clothes and the like were made by his mother, sister, cousins, or aunts. But he constructed this and one other necklace himself, and for that, he was proud. Thus, he allowed a small smile to come to his face.
With his fanciful and impeccable clothing, he couldn't help but wonder something about Shona's son. If Taartoq reminded the man of his son, then surely he must have had good taste. After a second-long pause, he inquired in an unintentionally facetious way, "Does it also remind you of your son?"
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Post by sokka on Nov 1, 2007 17:53:36 GMT -5
"Does it also remind you of your son?" Taartoq inquired. Shona heart be began to hurt again. This time from missing Kavik. It ached so much. Still Shona dove deeper about his son. Maybe if he talked about it instead of letting fester, he would heal.
"Yeah it does. Kavik liked pretty things, his right ear is periced with a silver hoop. And on certiant occasions he would wear necklace made of bone and shell. He loves to make things too. He would spend hours working on his ice skates. Perfecting them, next to waterbending. Kavik loved to ice skate. I watched him somedays when I am not skating. Practing on the pond watching him spin and dance on the ice. Creating these unique spirals of ice and water. He was so undoubtly creative. He just loved to perform. Heh he also had simlar taste in clothing. Bright colors always fasinated him. But I don't know what turned him. I see you here with your wife, and you are very simular to Kavik. But why Kavik so....different from his peers? Did...I do something wrong when I raised him?" Shona was wading into uncomfortable waters but he couldn't stop himself he was finally getting all of this out of his system.
"Why did he find the company of men so satifiying than women? Why did my son love men?"
The questions that plauged Shona came out of the open. Somehow he felt he said too much. He bit his tonuge realizing he might have made a mistake.
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Post by taartoq on Nov 1, 2007 18:41:35 GMT -5
Taartoq began looking at his own fingernails as Shona flew off into a series of lamentations. Losing interest, but not quite repulsed enough to rise and walk away, the long-haired archivist decided to stay seated near his wife. Though some things, he couldn't help but wonder if his own father felt the same. That is, if his father wasn't gone for most of his youth and probably never noticed his son was different.
She seemed to be listening to the conversation, but not replying. Padma let the men talk without interruption. Shona was questioning himself over and over in Taartoq's presence, grating at the waterbender's nerves. He was about to open his mouth and tell the man to shut up, when he said something that made Taartoq's eyes widen.
"Why did my son love men?"
Composure lost for a second, Taartoq exclaimed, "What?'
Needless to say, Taartoq was confused and shocked. He wondered why he was compared to a homosexual, and certainly hoped the man wasn't implying anything with his prior statements. Offended at words unsaid, Taartoq looked straight at the man, a stern quality surfacing in his voice.
"I can't answer that for you. Can you, my wife?" He said this as he turned to Padma, greatly emphasizing the fact that he was married. Hopefully, the man would take a hint and not think Taartoq were queer.
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Post by sokka on Nov 1, 2007 19:13:15 GMT -5
Shona angered bubbled up for a bit when he heard the scathing remarked from Taartoq. He knew full well that Taartoq was married he even mentioned it. He wasn't stating that man next to him was queer. Just that despite his effeminateance. How come he was willing to marry and Kavik had to run off. Shona face creased into frown of dislike and malice. Bitterness laced his words as he spoke.
"Oh don't act all offened kid I wasn't guess you were like my son in that aspect. I notice your wife. I am just curious why you can marry freely. And my son had to run away. Now I am left with doubt in my own parenting and I will never see Kavik again. Can you let a man feel guilty without rubbing yourself importaince? Twi's Fins." Shona bit out with cold bitterness. "Sorry gushing out on you...I didn't expect anything that reaction anyway. If you want to leave all disgusted and haughtly like fine." Shona felt offended but majorly depressed. He turned his back a bit and looked out coldly. He counted down inside his head for Shona to get up and walk away.
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Post by taartoq on Nov 2, 2007 13:39:54 GMT -5
Shona continued with the angry remarks, earning even more of Taartoq's wrathful. The long-haired bender merely turned his head and looked at the man out the corner of his eye. With Shona's outburst turning into even more lamenting, Taartoq felt even more of the overwhelming urge to tell the man to be quiet and leave. Then he suddenly said he was sorry and gave Taartoq a highly appealing offer. The only problem was that the waterbender and his wife were perfectly happy where they sat, and it should have been Shona who walked away.
Then the man mentioned marriage, and entering matrimony freely. Taartoq scoffed. He would have been happy living by himself. The waterbender found the reproductive act rather disgusting, and felt like telling the man outright that he had absolutely no choice but to marry, thanks to his parents. He was far from free.
Glaring at the man again, he spoke up, ire in his tone, "Sir, you are offended far too easily. Go right ahead and walk away if you wish, I certainly won't stop you."
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Post by sokka on Nov 2, 2007 14:27:14 GMT -5
Shona growled bear-like and sulked. He wanted to do what his older brother Ikaiq did when ever he was pissed as hell and thats usually punching the other party's face in or a kick to the kidneys. Since Shona had more manners he just glared at Taartoq and sat quietly. The thought of his brother Ikaiq now greatly injured was now bothering him
"Sir, you are offended far too easily. Go right ahead and walk away if you wish, I certainly won't stop you." Shona made an odd expression on his face. He can continued this fight and it will grow to a very aggressive rage that will permeate to the rest of the family. He didn't want that. He took a deep breath and leaned on the wall the thought of his dead brother his missing son and the family in greif was making the man a tad weepy though he didn't show it he his voice did didn't hide his depression. Still he would try to make amends here and at least clear the water of any anger.
He held out his hand in hopes to repair the damaged that he made. "Look lets not set the sun on anger ok? Can we try this again? Taartoq is it? I am sorry for my blathering ok?" Shona wasn't driectly looking at him he tried to keep his eyes away from Taartoq lest he will reacive a biting remark of his tearing eyes.
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Post by sagira on Nov 6, 2007 0:17:13 GMT -5
Sagira looked up from where she and her family sat among the throngs of people to watch the men called Taartoq and Shona, the way the two acted was hardly helpful to the moral of the situation. A small frown creased her lips and etched her eye brows together as she stared at them threw eyes of cerulean blue. Her mother patted her shoulder and she turned away from the scene to be with her family.
Sagira had not had time to put up her hair when the drums started, she threw her parka, snow pants, and kamik boots on over her sleeping clothes. Her tussled seal brown curls fell over her coffee brown face. Sagira looked around, wondering how many people were in this room. Young boys and girls found their own groups and spoke quietly, mothers and fathers feared for their sons if they were on the front lines. Every so often a rumble sounded threw the bunker. Lelu, her sister would look up in fear as the bunker shook and the rumble of ice sounded. Maelu, Sagira's mother didn't even look up from her work. Sagira sometimes wondered how her mother could be so calm.
Mother was ready for the drums, packing food, extra blankets, and some of their furs to work on while they waited. Sagira packed her scrolls and her younger sister packed her beads to make necklaces and other bone jewelry while she waited. Sagira's family was not amune to the worry and fear that came with the rumble of the bombings. They did not have a man from their family on the front lines during this battle. Their only man, her father Kapujin was out on the tundra, hunting seal. Sagira hoped to the spirits of the moon and ocean that he would not return during the attacks.
"Why don't you hand out our extra blankets 'Gira, we have plenty for our selves, some people might not have had time to pack their furs." Said her mother, not looking up from her work. The woman was hardly old, in her later thirties. Sagira picked up the neatly folded furs her mother had packed. Three were caribou, three were wolf, and four more were seal; ten blankets to give away to those who needed them. Sagira took the heavy bundle of blankets and stood up. "If, any one needs a blanket, we have some extras" She called, looking around, giving people the kindest smile she could muster. The people needed reassuring, a kind heart and a soft hand during an hour like this. Not to fight with each other.
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Post by Nanuk on Nov 7, 2007 20:21:25 GMT -5
Hebirei had vaguely heard the two men arguing, but he paid no attention to them. He couldn't focus on anything, and he could not supress his rage that he was not able to get out into the fight. His parents were desperately trying to calm him down because they didn't want to lose another son to the Fire Nation. He was just on the verge of shoving people out of the way to get to the door. "But this is the reason I've been training all this time!!" He shouted, not caring that people were staring at him. Kouza, his father, had to hold him down until he calmed down. Hebirei, who was now calm, thought about earlier, when he thought it was just a normal day.
He was walking down the street and when he heard the gongs and screams, and they suprised him so much, he had fallen in the canal. Soot started to rain down from the sky, and he started flashing back and seeing his brother dying. This enraged and frieghtened him, so he ran home to see Hayashi and Kouza packing supplies. "Oh Hebirei, I was so worried! I'm glad you're safe!" Hayashi exclaimed and embraced him for a long time. "Father, just what is going on?" Hebirei asked "I think you know, son." Kouza replied "Fire Nation?" He inquired, already knowing the answer Kouza merely nodded, and continued to pack food, blankets, and clothes for the stay in the shelter. When they arrived at the shelter, Hebirei had seen many people, so he deduced that they must be some of the last to arrive.
Kouza let go of him, and Hebirei settled down and wrapped himself in a blanket. "I'm sorry about this, it's okay now." Hayashi was explaining to some of the people around them.
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