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Aug. 20th, 2009 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beliefovermiseryFor the record, shiny red vicious monsters are not cool. This is what Sokka thinks as he huddles in his tent, carefully attempting to stitch up his various wounds with a bone needle that's too large and too rough to do anything but hurt like hell.
On the other hand, there's a storm coming tonight. As soon as he's finished bleeding to death, he's going to find out if the carcass outside can be skinned and used as weather-proof covering for his tent until he has enough ice for an igloo.
Good News: it can.
The thing about running away from your problems is that you actually have to get away. It helps if you're actually certain of what your problem is exactly, too, which Sokka... sort of does. Kind of. He thinks it has to do with family. Or maybe just him.
Either way, it was best for him to leave, to put as much distance between himself and the people he loves as possible.
And it's hard to do that when Mel makes him check in every evening through the radio. He shouldn't take advantage of the fact that his sister can't leave the farm, or her kids behind, but... well, he's taking advantage of that fact. Besides, he still checks in like she wanted, it's just not verbal. But there was a reason why Wash made him learn Morse Code back at the apartments, and there's a reason why he bored Mel into reading it one day, too, and communicating Doing fine, miss you all, tell girls hi every night without actually having to speak to anyone just might be that reason.
Could be.
The longer he lives in the snow and ice, the more of his original possessions are slowly replaced. The plastic tent from Sport Chalet is put away, while a small hut is put together out of bone and sinew, draped over with the shiny red hide-- which was then covered by polarbearfox fur. The last thing Sokka needed was a reflective neon hut that could be seen from space. He's trying to blend in, hide, remember what life was like before...
Before.
On the other hand, there's a storm coming tonight. As soon as he's finished bleeding to death, he's going to find out if the carcass outside can be skinned and used as weather-proof covering for his tent until he has enough ice for an igloo.
Good News: it can.
The thing about running away from your problems is that you actually have to get away. It helps if you're actually certain of what your problem is exactly, too, which Sokka... sort of does. Kind of. He thinks it has to do with family. Or maybe just him.
Either way, it was best for him to leave, to put as much distance between himself and the people he loves as possible.
And it's hard to do that when Mel makes him check in every evening through the radio. He shouldn't take advantage of the fact that his sister can't leave the farm, or her kids behind, but... well, he's taking advantage of that fact. Besides, he still checks in like she wanted, it's just not verbal. But there was a reason why Wash made him learn Morse Code back at the apartments, and there's a reason why he bored Mel into reading it one day, too, and communicating Doing fine, miss you all, tell girls hi every night without actually having to speak to anyone just might be that reason.
Could be.
The longer he lives in the snow and ice, the more of his original possessions are slowly replaced. The plastic tent from Sport Chalet is put away, while a small hut is put together out of bone and sinew, draped over with the shiny red hide-- which was then covered by polarbearfox fur. The last thing Sokka needed was a reflective neon hut that could be seen from space. He's trying to blend in, hide, remember what life was like before...
Before.
