Ruins of the salle, Monday morning

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at the rubble. The school was gone, sure, but the dorms had still been standing. And the salle was attached to the dorms, so he hadn't thought...

With a strangled cry, he ran over to where the weapons locker had been and started tearing at the pile of rubble, without finding anything.

"NOOOOOO!" he cried. "BOOOOOOOOMERAAAAANG!!!!"

He dug frantically, and... then realized he was in the wrong place. He scrambled around looking again, and there was the weapons locker, a little battered but otherwise unharmed, sitting behind a large piece of roof.

He pulled it open, grabbed his boomerang, and clutched it to his chest, petting and kissing it.

"THERE you are! Don't SCARE me like that!!!"


[[OOC: State of the weapons locker okayed by the mods. YAY!
Post is open to anyone who wants to come nuggle their weppieons.]]

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that reason is because it belongs to you?" Sokka asked.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well duh. I mean it just feels... Okay. Yeah it sounds stupid but there's a connection or something," Mel said looking at the scythe.

And then cuddled it as she shot Sokka a glare.

"Tell anyone I did this and I'm taking your spleen without permission."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't dream of it," Sokka replied, chuckling.

And cuddling his boomerang.

It's a good thing weapons don't have feelings, because otherwise his club would be TOTALLY jealous.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Your Katara's brother, right?" Mel asked. "I don't know if we've officially met."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"No, we've met," Sokka said. "Or, you've glared at me, at least. Hi, I'm Sokka." He held out his hand -- ONE hand, and cuddled the boomerang with the other. "If I knew your name, I've forgotten it."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"The glaring I remember," Mel said taking Sokka's hand for handshake. "I frequently tease your sister about her impending nuptials with my roommate."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you're Zack's roommate?" Sokka asked. "Or Lucas's?" And he raised an eyebrow at her. "You forgot to tell me your name."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Zuko's roommate," she said with a little smirk. "I'm Mel Fray."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Zuko. Sokka clenched his fists when he heard the name. Which is, incidentally, not a good idea when you're holding something sharp.

"OW!"

Sokka sucked at the finger that was bleeding the most. "Pleased to meet you."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel winced a little. "Um. Sorry. Also nice to meet you. I take it your Zuko's least favorite fan as well?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I like that he's trying to kidnap my best friend, and that his father's responsible for my mom being killed, and that he's a raging jerk. It's great."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Really? Because I thought I heard something about you playing with him when we were all wee and tiny."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka GLARED at Mel. "And I'm sure you didn't do anything stupid that you regretted."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I slayed evil monsters and had lots of naps," Mel declared.

She might be avoiding the fact that she had fun jumping on Zuko's bed.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Slayed evil monsters and had lots of naps?" Sokka repeated, smirking. "That's what I do when I'm NOT a little kid."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well clearly you have some growing up to do," Mel teased. "In the meantime you can leave the monster slaying to us grown ups while you take your nap with your cute little boomerang."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" Sokka shouted. "MEL CUDDLED HER WEAPON THING!!!"

And he took a step away from her, just in case she was serious about the spleen thing.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"You're a dead man," Mel threatened.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Next time, don't mock a good nap," Sokka cautioned, trying to sound apologetic and deferential.

And he took another step or two away from her. Pissing off girls never ended well.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel's grip tightened on her axe scythe before realizing that killing your friend's brother might not be a bonding moment.

"I'm letting you off easy this time. Do it again? Spleen."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Understood," Sokka said. "I'll be good. I like my spleen where it is."