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Sokka of the Water Tribe
27 April 2010 @ 01:52 pm
Sokka thrashed around in his sleep and moaned. A cold, damp sweat made the sheets cling to his skin. His face was twisted in a tortured expression, and he was talking in his sleep.

"My publicity! The blue cat people... Stupid blue cat people... It's my publicity... S'mine... You can't have it... Cat people..."

He woke up screaming.


[For Mel. Also open to anyone who might want to call, text, or email the Slayer. Not open to anyone calling Sokka, because those calls are still going straight to voicemail.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
15 March 2010 @ 02:23 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
THE FIREBENDING MASTERS


Zuko had been with them only a day or two...Collapse )

[Based on episode 313 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Preplayed with cantjossme.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
31 January 2010 @ 06:52 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER TWELVE:
THE WESTERN AIR TEMPLE


As they stumbled back out of the Temple, fresh from Soap Opera Weekend...Collapse )

[Modified from episode 312 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Preplayed with cantjossme, who rocks.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
01 January 2010 @ 12:00 am
Hi, this is Sokka and I rock ya! Give me a message on my telephone... mail... voice mail... thing.

*beep*


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Sokka of the Water Tribe
16 October 2009 @ 11:30 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
THE DAY OF BLACK SUN, PART 2:
THE ECLIPSE


It was a bright sunny day at the Fire Lord's palace, with only a single cloud in the sky....Collapse )


[Swiped from episode 311 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Preplayed with cantjossme, who is made of win.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
18 September 2009 @ 02:44 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER TEN:
THE DAY OF BLACK SUN, PART 1:
THE INVASION


The last thing Mel wanted to do tonight was go back on patrol....Collapse )

Sokka had been up since dawn, for once in his life...Collapse )

[Vaguely reminiscent of episode 310 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Not much, though. Preplayed with the hot like burning and made of awesome cantjossme.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
12 July 2009 @ 05:49 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER NINE:
NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS


Team Avatar had arrived at the official rendezvous point for the invasion force a few days early...Collapse )

[Stolen and modified from episode 309 of Avatar.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
09 June 2009 @ 12:40 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER FOUR:
SOKKA'S MASTER


Team Avatar had built a little lean-to over Appa...Collapse )


[Stolen and modified from episode 304 of Avatar. Who needs Master Piandao when you've had Deadpool?]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
26 May 2009 @ 09:38 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER TWO:
THE HEADBAND


A cloud floated low over the water in the outer edges of the Fire Nation...Collapse )

[NFI, NFB. Stolen and modified from episode 302 of Avatar.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
06 May 2009 @ 06:45 pm
BOOK THREE:
FIRE
CHAPTER ONE:
THE AWAKENING


As Sokka followed the fox spirit down the causeway...Collapse )

[NFI, NFB. Stolen and modified from episode 301 of Avatar.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
04 May 2009 @ 12:20 pm
So... Sokka had spent an extra night on the island, over what he had planned, and that was good. NOT so good had been being literally DRAGGED out of bed this morning by a grumpy foxy Knowledge Spirit.

So now, Sokka was at the causeway, his few remaining possessions packed into the bag over his shoulder, and Momo Jr.'s cage in his hand, looking back at the island and sighing.

The fox spirit yapped at him impatiently.

"I know, I know," Sokka told it. Just gimme a minute, okay?"


[Here goes Sokka. Open for any last goodbyes.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
24 February 2009 @ 10:32 am
Sokka hadn't been antisocial on Sunday, per se. He'd just geeked out over the ship and went off exploring. Sure, he'd passed people in the halls and said hi, but he wanted to check out Every Single Inch of the ship, and so he did.

Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten drunk, passed out, and been carted off to recuperate by the equally drunk Good Samaritans he'd collapsed on. The next morning, they'd given him something for the hangover, and that's when things got really weird.

After taking his leave of his new friends, Intrepid Explorer Sokkius Maxximus and his band of merrie men (which consisted entirely of a hastily-made sock puppet named Momo III) continued exploring the ship. They claimed distant shores (an empty stateroom, a public restroom, etc.) in the name of the South Pole and in general avoided any actual human contact, which wasn't too hard since everyone was on shore.

Sokka finally passed out in a maintenance closet after exploring it for a fifth time and this time renaming it New New Southpolia.

And then, Tuesday morning, he woke up.

And vowed never to speak of this to anyone.

[Establishy. Sure sounds better than 'his mun was lazy and didn't ping in', doesn't it?]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
19 February 2009 @ 12:34 pm
Sokka lay on his bed, reading books of poetry and trying not to whimper in pain. When things... hadn't worked, he'd gotten more... insistent in his... ministrations, and...

Well, now things were chafed good and red and raw and OW. The ice pack in his lap was helping some. And Momo Jr. chewing on his hair was a nice distraction from the pain, too.

The door was open, because he really didn't want to deal with walking all the way over there to close it.
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
07 February 2009 @ 04:16 pm
Sokka didn't wake up this morning. In fact, Sokka wasn't in his bed this morning. Instead, buried in the tangled mess of his bedsheets was... a sock. A dirty, smelly one at that. Yup. It sort of sat there.

Momo Jr. chittered and gnawed on his cage. If he were capable of rational thought, he'd probably be very glad that there was enough food and water to last the weekend.

[Establishy.]
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Sokka of the Water Tribe
02 January 2009 @ 01:11 pm
SokkaCollapse )

Agnes NittCollapse )

MaxCollapse )
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Sokka of the Water Tribe
30 December 2008 @ 07:05 pm
Sokka was just about to clean Momo's cage when he noticed a package. A fairly LARGE package, which had lodged itself between the bed and the wall. Given that the box was not all that hard to miss, Sokka was completely at a loss to explain how it had gotten there. His signature was somehow on the receipt, dated last Thursday, and... Fine. Either Fandom was pulling something, or he'd signed for the package in his sleep and then repeatedly failed to notice it for a week. Whatever.

Sighing, he ripped the package open... and his eyes lit up with INSANE amounts of glee. DAMN, he loved Mel!!! He rushed to his door and brandished the box for all the world (okay, all the floor) to see.

"HEY, EVERYBODY!!! CHECK OUT MY WII!!!"

[Open!]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
19 December 2008 @ 09:49 pm
"You da man, Momohead!" Sokka told the chinchilla sitting on his belly as he laid on the bed. "You da MAN!!! You da..."

And then something happenedCollapse )

"...No, I'M da man!!! The world would go to CRAP without me!!!"
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
06 December 2008 @ 10:39 am
Sokka woke up disturbingly early in the morning, when he found himself shoved out of the bed onto the floor. "HEY!!!" He picked himself up, shaking his groggy head, only to find himself confronted by a very... large... weird-looking... MAN in his bed.

He shut his eyes tightly, and tried to remember last night. This was FANDOM, after all. ...Nope, he could remember falling asleep, and there definitely hadn't been a man then. He felt hot breath on his face, and opened his eyes to discover that the strange man had ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE! "Do you MIND?!?!?"

"I can has food time now Daddy?" the man asked, in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. And then he started gnawing on Sokka's ear.

Sokka screamed and tried to run out of the room, but tripped over the man and fell on the floor again instead.

[Open, of course.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
16 October 2008 @ 07:34 pm
A masked and cloaked figure made its way into the common room late at night, after everyone had gone to sleep. It looked around, making sure no one was awake and all the doors on the floor were closed. Good.

The figure waited in the corner of the room, apparently looking out the window. More would come. There was work to be done.

[NFB, and only open to those who know who they are.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
11 October 2008 @ 02:40 pm
Sokka crawled out from between the tangled sheets and wrapped the bedspread around him, to hide his nakedness. He gazed at Mel's sleeping form with love and adoration. Someday soon he'd be gone, and she'd be all alone, but for now every moment they had together was a blessing from the spirits.

He winced, putting a hand to the small band-aid on his forehead, and stumbled into a chair. His brain cancer was hurting him again. "Ow."
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
07 September 2008 @ 08:39 pm
Sokka had, by now, spent several weeks locking himself in his room while he tried to draw up better plans for the invasion of the Fire Nation. It just... wasn't working. Part of the problem was Azula -- she was a wild card, and he wasn't sure they could beat her, even WITH large quantities of automatic weapons. If he could get them. He still wasn't sure he'd ever manage to convince Cable to give him enough firepower.

Eventually, as happened every night, he gave up and fell asleep.Collapse )

At that moment, Sokka thrashed and rolled out of bed, waking up screaming. He could still feel the flesh of his arms burning, but that was a secondary concern right now. He shook a fist at the heavens. "Okay, THAT?!?!" he shouted, "was a REALLY BAD PUN!!!"

[Mostly establishy, but open for roomies and friends and strangers, oh my!]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
28 August 2008 @ 04:02 pm
Sokka was barely awake, so he was absolutely fascinated by the way Momo Jr. was continuously licking and chewing on his foreleg. Sokka'd taken the chinchilla out of his cage, and even tried prying his head away from his leg, but he just squirmed until he managed to lick and chew again.

"What is WITH you today?" Sokka asked. "Do you taste good? Is that it?" He sighed. "Look, you taste the same as you do EVERY day. It's nothing new. Look, see?" He licked his own arm. "Tastes like Sokka. I..."

He paused, savoring the taste in his mouth.

The funny thing was, it DID taste like Sokka, if you could create a taste from scratch that was the very essence of Sokka... Sort of, like, the combination of a perfectly marbled prime rib and a Grape Judas Squishy, with a little bit of a chocolate aftertaste. It was DELICIOUS.

And that was how it came to pass that Sokka ended up sitting on the bed with Momo Jr. in his lap, each of them licking constantly at his own arm, oblivious to the rest of the world.

[OOC: This post is brought to you courtesy of the retarded kitten, who likes to sit and lick my arm for ages and ages. Also, the door and post are open.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
26 August 2008 @ 12:39 pm
I is teh lazy, so here's... (drumroll please) my info post from the beginning of the summer!!!

That covers Sokka and Gaspode, and there's one more, now: Agnes Nitt. Yup, that's her info post from when she arrived, which is C+P'd from my app. See above, re: lazy.
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Sokka of the Water Tribe
17 July 2008 @ 09:42 am
Sokka was having a relaxing time picking blades of grass and weaving them together, when all of a sudden...
he was attacked by a pirate!Collapse )

[It had to be done. Yes, I really do this at least once every time I play a Monkey Island game.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
16 July 2008 @ 01:55 pm
Sokka sat on the bed, rapt, as a uniformed rat (the very model of a modern major general) stood on the windowsill and sang. Sure, most songs rhymed, but this... this was pure POETRY.

...I comprehend contemporary culture North American.
I straighten more piratical erections than Bo Derek and,
I'm in to EST and all the rest, I've undergone analysis,
I've jumped beyond the gravitude to permanent paralysis.
My muse is into music, but my credit I'll not trouble you,
From R&B to S&M, cross over C&W,
To groovin' with the Doobies in my Malibu white-souling tones.
Man, I'm older than the Beatles, but I'm younger than the Rolling Stones...


A horde of pi-rats was gathered next to Sokka on the bed, scratching their heads, consulting tiny librettos, and muttering amongst themselves.

[Open!]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
03 July 2008 @ 11:34 pm
After freshening up from his ordeal, and having a good old lazy sort of day, Sokka went off looking for one person in particular, who he needed to have a certain conversation with.

He found him on the beach.Collapse )

[NFI. Preplayed with the fantastical thebluespirit]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
TuesdayCollapse )

WednesdayCollapse )

Thursday MorningCollapse )

[This is what Sokka's been doing while I was off sick. NFI. Everything but Thursday Morning is NFB due to distance and... Uh. Retconning.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
27 June 2008 @ 12:37 pm
So, there was a dog in the room.

Sokka had locked his pretty blue Jamhuahua in Momo Jr.'s cage for the night in order to keep him out of Meredith's stuff. That hadn't been such a good idea.

"Look, guys, you have to get along, at least until tomorrow. Temporary Dog, you be nice to Momo Jr., and Momohead, YOU be nice to Temporary Dog. Okay? Can you guys do that for me? Be nice?"

Of course they could, which was why Momo Jr. snuggled up to Temporary Dog in a and started gnawing on his ear in a friendly manner. So, there was a yelp, and barking and growling and hissing and spitting, and all sorts of other signs of the two of them getting along just splendidly.

[Door and post open! And if the roomie's around, he should feel free to bitch mercilessly. :)]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
19 May 2008 @ 08:46 am
No one had noticed, because his mun had run out the door without writing up the post he'd immediately crawled under his bed and hid, but Saturday morning, when everyone else had been turning into ponies, Sokka had turned into a newt.

This morning, he got better.

There was a weak little *pop*, a pathetic puff of smoke, and suddenly nekkid Sokka was nekkid under his bed, still chewing on the ant he'd been having for breakfast.

"EWW!!!"

He spat it out and tried to jump to his feet, which was difficult with the bed in the way. So, dusty and with a new aching lump forming on his head, he crawled out to start his day.

[Establishy, but if you have some weird desire to laugh at Sokka crawling out from under his bed, I'm not going to stop you.]

[ETA: I swear I didn't intentionally copy Jack Burton. *headdesk* I just already had the icon.]
 
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
06 May 2008 @ 01:10 pm
Sokka laid on his bed with his chinchilla, staring up at his ceiling. He'd discovered that if he unfocused his eyes just right, he could see all sorts of patterns in the ceiling tiles. That'd wasted a few hours, right there. If he achieved a perfect, Zen-like state of no-thought, maybe life would stop sucking. Maybe.

He'd watched Mel die, and then she wasn't dead, but she went home home, instead of coming home... And now Mel was gone for good, and wasn't coming back, and he missed her already. Was it too soon to call? It was probably too soon to call. She probably hadn't recharged her phone's battery yet, anyway. And she was the second friend this week to come back from the dead but not back to Fandom. Granted, he'd never slept with Naminé, and wasn't in love with her, but still, these things screw with your head. He couldn't exactly get excited over being in Greece, at the moment.

Momo Jr. picked that moment to wake up, stretch, crawl out Sokka's armpit, and curl up next to his head. Sokka started petting him, and sighed. "You know what, Momo Jr.? Destiny SUCKS!"

All was quiet for a moment.

"OW! Ow! Hey! Stop it! No chewing on Daddy's ear!!!"

[Open like an open thing]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
26 April 2008 @ 08:35 am
Sokka had discovered that if he walked in front of Mistake, he would wander off and get lost. And the kid threw a FIT if Sokka tried to hold his hand. So he was walking behind the boy, occasionally poking him in the shoulder when he slowed up. "Come on! If you're really my son, that means I'm responsible for you, and so we're going to get breakfast. Turn left. LEFT!"

And then there were twoCollapse )

Preplayed with the fantabulous cantjossme. Yadda yadda NFI, yadda yadda pie, yadda yadda love.
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
26 April 2008 @ 02:07 am
Sokka wandered down the hallway, looking for food. Mel was... somewhere. He vaguely remembered her leaving the room not too long ago. And he was happy. VERY happy. Nothing in the world could ruin his mood right now.

Except maybe that kid over there.Collapse )

[Establishy. Continued here.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
17 April 2008 @ 07:26 pm
Loud snores filled the room. It was probably a good thing that Meredith was out... somewhere. Doing his insomniac thing. Probably with science.

After a bit, the snoring stopped, supplanted by mumbling. "No, Ozai, those are MY Cheezy Poofs. No! You can't have my Cheezy Poofs! They're mine! APPA!!!! Watch out for the Cheezy Poofs, Appa!!! They're gonna eat you! Watch out!!!! NO!!! Poofs..."

Then, more snoring.

[OOC: For one. Roomie modded with permission.]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
06 April 2008 @ 05:11 pm
There was a scroll sitting on his desk that he hadn't put there. How long it had been there, Sokka didn't know. Not too long, probably, since it was on TOP of some of his diagrams for the Inventiontronics project, but still. He unrolled the scroll and looked at it -- it was written in real, actual writing, writing from home, and he realized that he recognized Aang's brushstrokes. A letter from home! And a pretty long one, too.

Cut for obnoxious canondump (even though I got lazy and summarized)Collapse )

Sokka collapsed on his bed, thinking. Obviously, his being here wasn't a TOTAL waste, if he could learn everything Fandom had to offer and still get back home before the invasion.

As he rubbed his eyes, an all too familiar sound crept into his hearing. "NO!!! That's a bad Lunch! Don't chew on Daddy's letter! No, you DON'T chew on Daddy's letter!!!"

[Post is plenty open for roomies or visitors!]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
20 March 2008 @ 07:31 pm
Sokka had (handwavily) purchased for himself a basic set of lockpicks which claimed to be professional quality, but probably weren't. Armed with these and the securely-locked door to his own room, he was ready to practice breaking-and-entering.

He started working at it while he waited for Dōjima to arrive, without much success. So far, the door was still locked and there were deep scratches around the keyhole. He wasn't going to call it a "failure", though. More like a "needs more practice".

[For the partner-in-lockpicking, but open to anyone and everyone.]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
On Saturday, Sokka had bought from Turtle and Canary a huge number of bright pink fuzzy teddy bears which played sappy love songs when you pressed their tummies. A HUGE number. Turtle had talked him into taking all her leftover stock from Valentine's.

tl;dr description of what's to be done with themCollapse )

Sokka shifted the sack on his shoulder and grinned at Mel, who was carrying a sack of her own. "What do you say?" he asked. "Katara's door first or yours?"

[NFB, locked to Mel, Mel modded with permission, void where prohibited, each set sold separately]
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Current Mood: deviousdevious
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
08 March 2008 @ 02:53 pm
This week, Sokka mused, as he cleaned out Momo Jr.'s cage, had been REALLY WEIRD. And not just all the Fandom weird that had happened -- although that HAD been pretty weird -- but the more NORMAL kind of weird that was, in a lot of ways, harder to wrap his mind around.
linkdroppy!Collapse )

Really, the week couldn't get much weirder. Or better. It was a really good kind of weird. In fact, the only thing that could POSSIBLY spoil his mood was the dirty paper towel that had been rubbing his head for the past half hour.

[here for the linkdrop, but the post is totally open!]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
07 March 2008 @ 08:06 pm
The... WEIRDEST growl-hiss sort of noise startled Sokka and sent chills down his spine. Nothing NATURAL could make that sort of sound! ...Except, he discovered when he turned around, an angry and terrified chinchilla.

There was a horde of scary-looking dust bunnies converging on Momo Jr.'s cage with their teeth bared, and the little furball was backed up into a corner. Sokka watched, transfixed, as the foremost dust bunny reached the cage and pushed THROUGH it, the wire mesh offering little resistance to its dusty body.

Sokka leapt into action, but there was a terrible screech before he managed to stand up, and by the time he reached the cage, it was all over.

... There was Momo Jr., sitting and scratching himself lazily, in the middle of a several-inch-deep pile of dust. And as Sokka watched, impressed, the little rodent did the only thing he COULD do, given the circumstances:

The backstroke.

[open, if you wanna!]
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
03 March 2008 @ 09:09 am
Sokka tried to put his boots on. You'd think that'd be easy.

The boots were piled together at the side of his bed, like always, but when he tried to pick one up, it wriggled and squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. The other boot was helping, too, trying to hold the first one down and push Sokka's fingers away.

Sokka was, shall we say, a tad peeved. "Stop that!" He finally managed to pick one boot up off the ground, at which point the other started making whimpering noises and hopping up to brush against the one in his hand. Sokka, with his natural instinct for this sort of thing immediately realized that the boots were in love and couldn't bear to be separated. This did not make him happy.

"All RIGHT, now listen to me, boots!!!"

There followed a very long and very loud diatribe on the proper place and function of footwear, e.g. to be worn on the feet, the difficulties that the boots' relationship would pose to him, Sokka, their owner, trying to WALK at all, and the terrible things one could do with sharp blades to uncooperative pieces of leatherwork.

Eventually, a compromise was reached -- the boots agreed not to be too difficult when Sokka was walking, and in exchange Sokka agreed to allow them uninterrupted PDA when he wasn't.

Oh, what a wonderful morning.

[Establishy, and yet open like an open thing]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
26 February 2008 @ 11:26 am
Sokka twisted and turned in front of the mirror, modeling his brand-new skin-tight bathing suit and trying to decide whether he liked it.

In addition to a couple inches of height, the year of soft living and free food in Fandom had added a few pounds to his frame -- he'd gone from small and wiry to just "kind of thin". He'd lost a little muscle definition, which worried him, but you couldn't count his ribs anymore, and that was good, right? Still, NOT the kind of body that looked good in a suit like this.

He'd closed the door when he changed, but the latch hadn't actually caught, and so with his full attention on the mirror he didn't notice the door slowly swinging open.

[Completely open for mocking]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
08 February 2008 @ 07:03 pm
Here we go!

Click my link!Collapse )
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Sokka of the Water Tribe
25 January 2008 @ 10:09 am
I completely forgot about Turtle & Canary yesterday, because I suck. Handwave the handwavey of handwaviness.

Yesterday's Squishy flavors: Suck, Fail, Grape Judas
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Current Mood: guiltyguilty
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
21 January 2008 @ 07:06 am
At some point yesterday, the alarm of Sokka's clock-radio had been switched on. It's a shame, too, because Sokka probably would have liked the Spin Doctors if he hadn't been introduced to them INTO HIS EAR at EARLY O'CLOCK. He batted at the radio and managed to unplug it.

"You can take your pocketful of whatever and shove it right up your--" *SNORE*
 
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
19 January 2008 @ 10:06 am
Jimmy Olsen dreamsCollapse )
And fell out of bed.

"Oh, gosh, I'm late!!!" He hurriedly got dressed and ran out the door. And then ran back and grabbed his camera and ran out the door. And then ran back and fed his chinchilla (since when had he had a chinchilla?) and ran out the door. And then walked back to his room and sat down on the bed. "It's Saturday, isn't it?" he sighed.

[Establishy, and yet open! Sokka is now Jimmy Olsen.]
[[And, because this amuses me: Jimmy icons are from The Batman. That ear taking up half the icon? Belongs to Robin's alter-ego. Dick has a big head.]]
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
04 January 2008 @ 06:32 pm
We be sheeple, yes we do, we be sheeple, how 'bout you?

Sokk Daddy in the hizzyCollapse )
 
 
Current Mood: productiveproductive
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
03 January 2008 @ 06:00 pm
Sokka had broken his radio yesterday. Sokka had managed to fix his radio yesterday.

This was really the wrong week to start listening to the radio.

"He's BACK!??!?! WHY did he COME BACK!?!??!?!?"

Not only was the radio broken again, but there was also now the beginnings of a radio-shaped dent in the wall.
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
02 January 2008 @ 06:44 pm
Sokka pounded on Valentine's door. "VALENTINE!!! VALENTINE!!! COME OUT!!! NAMINÉ!!!"

He pounded a few more times, and screamed for good measure. Today was not a good day.

Then he took out a marker, paper, and tape, and proceeded to post a sign on the door.

Dear Valentine,

I AM VERY VERY ANGRY AT YOU.
COME SEE ME ASAP SO I CAN YELL AT YOU.

Love, Sokka
 
 
Current Mood: worriedworried
 
 
Sokka of the Water Tribe
18 November 2007 @ 01:41 pm
Chief Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe woke up to the sound of something scratching nervously at its metal cage, which was something that hadn't happened in a looooong time. "Well, when they promised the full Fandom experience, they sure weren't kidding," he muttered as he hopped out of bed.

It felt somewhat cruel of -- them? whoever -- to reunite him with his long-dead friend, but he resolved to enjoy it while it lasted. "Good to see ya, little buddy," he chuckled, as he let Momo Jr. out of his cage and gave the little guy head-scritches.

[Open!]