#boomerrangman

Stepping out of the tea shop, Iroh groaned. He hated the rain. Surely it was more to do with being a fire bender than anything else, but still, the hatred was there. He always kept an umbrella on him, and he reached into he jacket and pulled it out. 

He had just stepped out from under the porch of the shop and began walking when he saw Sokka hunched over and walking determinedly in the same direction. He shook his head and jogged quickly to catch up with him. He put the umbrella over the other man and crowded in as well. 

“This is ironic.” he said with a grin. “Fire bender shielding a member of the water tribe from rain.” 

    The stair rail dug into her back, the wood groaning with the force as she grappled with her much larger opponent. The smelly bastard hadn’t expected her to be waiting for him, but what she had in the element of surprise, he made up for with sheer strength. 

    She grunted and cursed the burglar, trying to wrestle the gun from his grasp. Toph could feel her grip slipping from between sweat-soaked fingers, and -in a last ditch effort to regain her lost ground- blindly threw a knee into his groin. 

   It was like flipping a switch. Everything slowed down, each moment stretching into eternity. 

    Air whooshed from his lungs so hard, it flung her soaked bangs from her forehead, and she managed to jerk the weapon away as he pushed back. Victory, sweet and strong, flooded her for a too-short second, only to be replaced by horror.

    She could practically see it now, a rubber-necker to her own disaster.

    The momentum carried her over the rail and, suddenly, she was falling.

    As the impact slammed her from her dream, Toph sputtered, eyes flying open. Where was she? What happened?

    The blind woman didn’t know how long she’d been asleep for, but there was a weird feeling in her bones...like she’d slept in and missed something important. Hands fisted her bed sheets as she reached out for her boyfriend’s familiar form, only to find a cold spot beside her.

    This wasn’t her first rodeo, and Sokka should have known that she didn’t respond well to ultimatums. As Chief of Police, how many countless threats did she hear on a regular basis? 

    And yet, as much as she was raring to lay into him for it, feeling Sokka step back gave her pause. She huffed and backed off, crossing her arms defensively.

Lin jumped off the wooden banister, bare feet hitting the dusty ground heavily before she broke into a run toward the docks. It had been one month since she had seen her uncle, and she could barely wait another moment.

NOTHING TP STUPID? WELL THERE IS MINE HAHA

She may have just been put down for her nap, but young Suyin Beifong had no interest in napping when her favorite 'uncle Sokka' was around. Her mother was working late at he police department, and since uncle Sokka had the day off, he offered to watch her and her sister. Lin was totally lame and was already sleeping... But she wasn't ready for that quite yet~ 

Quietly opening the bedroom door, she snuck out, and creeped down the hallway, curious to see what Sokka was up to. She peaked her tiny head into the living room, looking around and eyeing out the room before she snuck over to the couch where she spotted the water-tribe man's feet hanging over the edge.