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Oct. 29th, 2012 07:53 pm[Roku had returned from the draft when the evacuation was called. As much as he wanted to help those who were left behind...he knew he wasn't physically or mentally able to do much else at this point. He would have just been a burden to the others. The decision still left a heavy feeling of guilt on him, like he was abandoning people. He was the Avatar, being unable to save others is sort of not an option.
He wasn't really paying attention to where he was actually going this entire time and somehow found himself...literally lost. Where did all this fog come from? He tries to retrace his steps, but all he kept seeing was trees. Well it's safe to assume he's in some part of the forest.
Wait, he's a firebender, he can just light his way through this forest. Right. Course when he gets a little bit of light around the area, he jumps at what the light revealed in the shadows. That...that really wasn't something he needed to be seeing after a draft. Was that thing laughing at him....? He shuffles around the forest for a bit, before pulling out his journal.]
[Voice]
Hey uh...quick question to anyone who knows this. When people...die here, they come back alive after a week right? And not as ghosts...right?
[all the while he asks about this, some of the ghosts decide it would be funny to throw things at him. Toilet paper, seriously? What is going on around here? At some point he's going to remember he had brought his glider and find his way back to the village and to House 56. He might look slightly mummified with all those toilet paper thrown at him.]
He wasn't really paying attention to where he was actually going this entire time and somehow found himself...literally lost. Where did all this fog come from? He tries to retrace his steps, but all he kept seeing was trees. Well it's safe to assume he's in some part of the forest.
Wait, he's a firebender, he can just light his way through this forest. Right. Course when he gets a little bit of light around the area, he jumps at what the light revealed in the shadows. That...that really wasn't something he needed to be seeing after a draft. Was that thing laughing at him....? He shuffles around the forest for a bit, before pulling out his journal.]
[Voice]
Hey uh...quick question to anyone who knows this. When people...die here, they come back alive after a week right? And not as ghosts...right?
[all the while he asks about this, some of the ghosts decide it would be funny to throw things at him. Toilet paper, seriously? What is going on around here? At some point he's going to remember he had brought his glider and find his way back to the village and to House 56. He might look slightly mummified with all those toilet paper thrown at him.]
