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Post by pamuy on Sept 15, 2008 1:45:15 GMT -5
She expected as much, really. Hilang didn't seem like he'd veer from the usual 'I know, mom,' reply (even though she obviously wasn't his mother, the same principle applied), and things happened like usual. Composed, Pamuy let out a sigh when Hilang finished his little tirade. She would let nothing he said bother or surprise her on an outward level. She may have felt the urge to snap back, but from what he knew, her nerves were solid steel.
Straightening to keen posture, height reaching above Hilang, the waterbender looked down like a schoolteacher about to scorn a pupil. Hilang acknowledged the fact that Pamuy had to repeat herself a lot, but ignored the most obvious facet of it all. As that fact sunk in, she also doubted greatly his following claim. She only allowed so much opportunity for a proverbial 'polar leopard' to change his spots. Hilang should have known better in the first place.
Eyes peering (certainly not glaring) down at Hilang, her words were as stern and advisory as necessary. "There is a fine line between what you say and what you do. You seem to forget that quite often."
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Post by shanghuang on Sept 17, 2008 6:59:47 GMT -5
“Uh, thank you,” Shang managed as Pamuy turned to leave.
The Water Tribe girl was definitely behaving oddly today, at least from what he remembered of her. She was just not as, well, warm. She was always a very formal person, but she felt much colder today than usual. Hilang had really gotten under her skin…so why was she conversing with him. At least she was on deck, though. If Nim had another accident, so to speak, she would be there to help. Not that he was looking for an excuse to leave Nim, but he simply could not think of anything more to talk about. He was a poor conversationalist, really. He always had been. So, after standing silently for a few awkward moments, Shang turned back to Nim.
“Well, um, it was nice talking to you,” he said, smiling a little. “I’m sure you’ll feel better soon.”
With that, Shang turned and headed towards the stairs that lead down below deck. He suddenly felt like a nap…
[Shang has left this thread]
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Post by hilang on Sept 17, 2008 9:05:57 GMT -5
Hilang was getting worked up through this arguing. At first, he had been tired and just wanted to continue his sleep, but needed to finish his point. Now, with Pamuy’s continued opposition, he felt as though he had to win. Had to prove her wrong. He knew it was within his limits to bite his tongue, and he had done it before, but that didn’t change just how difficult it was for him. He would have considerable trouble restraining his racist or abusive comments that he employed the use of so much, but if it meant proving this pompous Water Triber wrong, he would do it. For now, though, that required the strict obedience and acknowledgement in what she was saying. For now, he would play the part of the obedient child being punished.
He turned around for a moment, as if thinking. This was merely an act of course, and as he turned back around, he wore a look of pure innocence. Without a waver in his voice, he merely said, “I apologize, I will stay true to my word from now on.” It even scared him a bit to think how real the statement had sounded, but that was all for the better. “And now, I am weary. If you’ll excuse me, I would like to return to my cot.” Without particularly waiting for her permission, he began a slow-paced walk for the ladder leading below deck, his destination being his cot. After finally lying down, he instantly surrendered the the black wave that is sleep.
Hilang is like, totally outta here
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Post by pamuy on Sept 20, 2008 15:49:50 GMT -5
In the end, Pamuy could only bring herself to doubt Hilang's claim. She would hold him to his word with rapt certainty, but still knew her eye would have to leave him at some point. If he was responsible for a few charred corpses of their loved ones being dumped in a ditch somewhere, then she'd never forgive him. While Pamuy knew Hilang would be quite for now, it was only a matter of time before he sputtered some devilish nonsense.
But for now, she would let it go. There was no sense crying over every mistake, especially if they weren't her own to cry over. She would be vigilant, yet settle down until their feet reached Fire Nation soil. That cot below deck looked rather inviting, it did, and would be her next destination if nothing stood in her way. Before long, she was lying on her side, wrapped in a blanket, waiting for the ship to land ashore. Her stomach was still bothersome.
~Pamuy has lefted this thread~
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