Toph Bei Fong (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
waitsandlistens) wrote2011-10-30 01:27 pm
waitsandlistens) wrote2011-10-30 01:27 pm
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7 || [Audio/Commentlog][Backdated to the 27th]
[The feed cuts in to the sound of stones grating together, of rocks sliding and falling, and of Toph shouting.]
What kind of wall is this?!
[She should have been able to tunnel through by now. She should be out. She should be free. Instead there is only a four foot ditch in the ground around the wall where she's been pummeling away and her breathing is coming fast and ragged. Oh, there's enough overturned earth and rock, to be sure. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter what she does to the ground. The wall itself? Doesn't have a scratch. And she should be out by now.]
Let! Me! Out! Of! Here!
[Every word is punctuated by the sound of flesh impacting on stone, of dull thunk of soil being displaced. It hurts. Bending's never hurt like this, not since she was little. She can feel the bruises rising on her forearms and knees, wrists and palms where she's struck the wall again and again and it still won't MOVE!]
Come on stone,
[Feet whisper through long grass, retreating and then rushing forward again.]
BUDGE!
[Stones tremble in the grass, but it's a subdued sound, far too small to be the sound of a wall coming down, like an afterthought on the tail of Toph's yelling.
She's silent now.
About thirty seconds later, the feed cuts out.]
What kind of wall is this?!
[She should have been able to tunnel through by now. She should be out. She should be free. Instead there is only a four foot ditch in the ground around the wall where she's been pummeling away and her breathing is coming fast and ragged. Oh, there's enough overturned earth and rock, to be sure. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter what she does to the ground. The wall itself? Doesn't have a scratch. And she should be out by now.]
Let! Me! Out! Of! Here!
[Every word is punctuated by the sound of flesh impacting on stone, of dull thunk of soil being displaced. It hurts. Bending's never hurt like this, not since she was little. She can feel the bruises rising on her forearms and knees, wrists and palms where she's struck the wall again and again and it still won't MOVE!]
Come on stone,
[Feet whisper through long grass, retreating and then rushing forward again.]
BUDGE!
[Stones tremble in the grass, but it's a subdued sound, far too small to be the sound of a wall coming down, like an afterthought on the tail of Toph's yelling.
She's silent now.
About thirty seconds later, the feed cuts out.]
[Audio]
[Yeah, that was meant to be an "I'm fine." But it kind of took her five minutes to crawl over and find her stupid book before she could reply.
She's got a splitting headache and there's something sticky in her hair. This... Wasn't a good idea.]
[Audio]
I guess not, huh? Is there anything I can do to help?
[Audio]
[She herself is talking to the grass more than her journal.]