OOC:
Hey guys,
I’d like to promote the rp I’m part of. I’d really appreciate it if you’d take a look at the open bio’s and even apply. The admins have done such a wonderful job and it would be a pity to see all those bio’s go to waste. We have benderrs , non-benders ,probenders, equalists, princesses, detectives, a vigilante type, artists , healers, the whole shebang ! I bet they’ll even whip up a nephew of the cabbage man if that’s what you want !
Thank you for reading people of the LOK/ATLA fandom, (or others )
Peace out !
The young waterbender liked to go for a late night walk in a by streetlight illuminated Republic before going to sleep. It was an old habit from back home. Lee found it soothing to hear the sound of boots onto fresh snow and the big blue night sky filled with a numerous amount of stars. There were no stars here, or any snow for that matter, but he didn’t mind. The city had a glow to it. One that was warm and inviting.
Only here, this glow was absent, hidden behind the big building’s shadows. A faint light shone through their fractured roofs, greeting Lee through the broken shards of windows.
Lee was lost…in what looked like a ghost town. He felt threatened and the last probending match he had heard on the radio did no help his state of mind.
His hand ran over the cold stones next to him as if they would tell him where he was. He knew he was still in the factory district because of the dense air that filled his lungs. Areas near Republic City Park had a crisper and slightly colder feel to them.
There was no one here. Not a living soul that could point him the way. He didn’t want to know what kind of people hung around this place anyway.
The street before him came to an abrupt stop, a tall row of buildings blocking Lee’s way. He considered turning back for a moment but dismissed the thought.
Lee Haruk didn’t want to get cornered by the Equalist and he always faced his problems head on . In this case: he softly pushed against the door of the structure nearest to him.
The room the detective entered was dark, too dark. He didn’t see squat. Not even the hole in the floorboards.
He fell, cried out and tried to stop himself from falling but without success. Lee could only think off one thing as he tumbled onto the ground:” I am NEVER going for a walk that’s not in daylight again.” He had a knack for getting in these kinds of things.
Brushing off his blue patched coat, he surveyed his surroundings. An old coal mine maybe. He couldn’t place it. He moved a bit further, ignoring the throbbing of his ankle. “Great, a sprained ankle. What else have you got in store for me spirits? Why don’t you drop the roof on my head as well?” His voice died off in a whisper ,not wanting to try his luck again.
It was at some point he noticed a ray of light a bit further through the tunnel he had ended up in. It turned out to be a sewer grate. Lee could hear the traffic noises though the metal grate but couldn’t reach it.
“Anyone there?!”
What the..
Did anyone listen to tonight’s probending match or watch it for that matter?
More importantly : Is everyone alright?
I think we might have a war on our hands.
I am so sorry for posting some stuff on this blog that doesn’t belong here please ignore that .I’ll try to be a bit less rash next time . Before I post I should really check which account I’m on before posting.
I am such an idiot lol , sorry guys !
The name’s Lee and you, my newly-found partner in crime, are a living saint. I promise I’ll get out of your way as fast as I possibly can. I just need to get a case or maybe a job …that doesn’t involve anything illegal. Well not too much. Don’t worry , you won’t even notice me…
Sure , detective is the right word, some call me that, some call me a boontyhunter. My parents are still back home, at the Northern Water Tribe. My income depends on how much I get paid for a case. The last guy disappeared off the face of the earth and “forgot“ to pay me (even I can’t find him) so I can’t afford to pay my rent anymore.
Popping out for a late night stroll.
Is it just me or are the streets getting creepier as the days pass by?
Probably because I feel like Amon’s goons are going to jump out of nowhere and kidnap me ; even that bush over there looks suspicious.
The police should consider arranging some more patrols at night. Or at least place a few lights in the poorer districts of the city so I can see where I’m going.
I’m looking for a place to stay and I’m desperate.
You homeless? You can come live with me if you want, well you can crash for a bit till my parents get home.. WELL, maybe you can stay if my parents like you.
Oh! I’m Narim, by the way.
The name’s Lee and you, my newly-found partner in crime, are a living saint. I promise I’ll get out of your way as fast as I possibly can. I just need to get a case or maybe a job …that doesn’t involve anything illegal. Well not too much. Don’t worry , you won’t even notice me being there !
Lee was at his wit’s end.
Rage filled his veins. His head clouded with disappointment and the not-so-very faint sensation of wanting to smash something to pulp. “This was it” he thought” This is the moment your life gets turned into the biggest laughingstock of Republic City”. Dropping down the bag filled with the few belongings he had been able to grab before being kicked out of his apartment, Lee let out a fast series of sharp breaths. He couldn’t afford it anymore. The rent had shot through the roof due to the bad economy. That witch of a landlady had kicked him out without even thinking twice or giving him some time to earn the money. His last client had disappeared off the face of the earth after Lee had found the man’s son and had not paid the poor waterbender for his services. That meant Lee Haruk, the so-called greatest detective of the Northern Water Tribe, was now flat broke and homeless (he had spent most of his savings on equipment for said job). In short: it felt like a ten-foot tall turtleduck had taken a dump on his head.
Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes, the desperation finally replacing his anger. Lee thanked the spirits it was raining . He could at least TRY to preserve his dignity. He sat down on his former doorstep, thinking over his options. At this point it was either getting a case or a job at the factory. And Lee hoped with a passion it wasn’t the latter.
