[PSL] Katara/Tetsuo times

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She really thought she’d be used to the amount of running they all did by now, given the number of times they had been chased by one group of soldiers or another.

But it’s hot here in the fire nation, and even with their armor weighing them down and making them clumsy, Katara’s quickly running out of steam and losing ground between herself and the pursuing cluster of fire nation guards. The area’s familiar- sort of- at least, but she can’t seem to find a place to hide, despite having been here before.

She doesn’t want to turn and fight them all on her own, but the others are busy and it’s looking like that might be the only option now. The water in her canteen won’t last long, but she’s got to at least try if she can’t get away…

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[lasthungrywolf]

Fortunately, once she gets into the slums, there are enough narrow alleys and abrupt turns between buildings that she can get out of the guards' line of sight. Still, she can hear the clatter of their armor and their angry shouts keeping pace behind her, leaving no doubt that they still have her trail.

It's just a few more corners before a door suddenly swings open and a hand reaches out to grab hers and yank her inside abruptly. She can make out a brown jacket and a wild mop of black hair, although the room is dark--and then even darker as whoever pulled her into it yanks the door shut. He holds a hand up toward her, gesturing for her to... be quiet, maybe, or stay still, or both.

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She's so involved in trying to keep away from the guards that she's taken entirely by surprise by the arm that grabs her and pulls her inside.

Of course, her first instinct is to fight, so she's quick to jerk her hand away once she's inside, but... There's something familiar about him, even if she doesn't get a good look before it goes dark.

Her heart's racing from exertion, but she squints at him anyway, trying to make out just who he is in silence as the soldiers outside clunk by and split in confusion.

[lasthungrywolf]

He keeps still for a moment in the gloom, until the sound of the guards has died down--then reaches back to ruffle his hair and laughs sheepishly. Even if she doesn't get a good look at him in the dark of the room they're in, the voice might well be familiar.

"Eheheh, sorry ta surprise ya like that, looked like y'were in a kinna tight spot, there... you a'right? Those jerkasses didn't hurtcha or nothin', did they?"