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Post by Manabe on Aug 24, 2006 10:18:42 GMT -5
Luci gave a concerned look. She was near the front of the line, and not many people looked happy. But she looked back, and as far as she could see, no one. There was some murmured talking. But no one at ALL was the least bit content. Luci didn't understand this. But how could she. She wasn't a refugee, she just wanted to assist with the resistance. She didn't have the slightest clue as to what these people had gone or are going through.
She sighed. She didn't like the atmosphere around her. It was sullen and depressed. At least all these people had family they were traveling with. She couldn't imagine taking this journey alone, like her, but being a refugee. She was practially alone, but she had not experianced any past tragedy. Her life had been pretty simple before traveling. But during her traveling nothing tragic had happened either.
The most tragic thing she could remember was when her younger brother had broken his arm, years ago. And that couldn't really count as anything. Not compared to what these people had been through because of the Fire Nation.
She looked foward. Maybe this trip will give people hope.
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Post by cougarwildclaw on Aug 27, 2006 18:14:46 GMT -5
Yata didnt like this path very much, it was the perfect place to be ambushed by all kinds of things. Animals, bandits even firenation soldiers could attack at any moment.
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Post by The Blank Magician on Aug 30, 2006 15:32:32 GMT -5
It had been a few hours so Shinju decided to take her post at the back. She sighed and leaned casually against a tree, watching the sad line troup glumly down the path.
Looks like a funeral procession... She thought midly, her eyes carefully noticing the details of the road. After a few moments of waiting for the end of the line, she smiled and straigtened up.
Let's try to improve this dreary atmosphere.
Clearing her throat slightly, she thought for another moment and then opened her mouth.
Oh sweet Shu! How my love never wavers! How my poor heart does long for you Through these dark days.
Several heads perked up as they recognized the first verse of one of the many songs about Omashu and it's founders. Shinju smiled at the refugees.
Oh Oma, my dear! How my soul wishes That only you were here As this battle wages!
Several voices joined in for the second verse, anything to get thier minds off traveling away from their homes and own city.
Please come back to me! I am alone without you! I wander through the trees Wishing for your face.
Several smiles appeared on the faces of the travelers, though many remained glum and solemn. Shinju began to walk down the line to the end, still singing cheerfully in her carrying voice as others began to join her.
A secret place for ourselves Where the peace resides Where no one dares to delve Our love will always be!
Shinju sighed as the line faded into silence once again.
At least She thought sullenly as she took a place at the back. I tried
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Post by godhunter on Sept 1, 2006 19:44:43 GMT -5
Rendai stood at the front, acting as one of the guides. At the begining he had tried constantly to cheer people up, but that was hours ago and he was tired. At one point he heard some singing from further back and could only expect it to be Shinju.
At present they were going through a rather narrow mountain pass that led away from Omashu. It was getting close to dawn, and Rendai knew that they needed rest before they tried to cross through the dense forest that awaited them. When they reached the begining of the forest the guides and guards would begin telling people to rest. For some strange reason, the leader, Shinju's father, had wanted to travel at night for the first few days, something Rendai didn't understand, but it wasn't his decision, so he moved on, waiting to see the first trees of the forest.
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