A Flame Revived (An Avatar RP) (IC)
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				Title: <strong>A Flame Revived (An Avatar RP) (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetRevenge</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 05:16:21</strong>
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				Flames whipped around as a firebender shot flames at targets he had put all around the abandoned warehouse. It was his secret hideout, where he could practice all he wanted with no one interfering with his bending. Ever since he moved out of his parents, he was able to enjoy much more freedom and vent out his frustration much easier. Xin loved to practice his bending, and even dress up as his ancestors to do it. It was what he felt most comfortable into anyways. He practically lived in this warehouse, paying a cheap apartment just to have an address in case any mail was to be sent his way and so he could receive his pay from working at the local grocery store. Working 40 hours a week at a cash register didn't bring in much, but it paid the bills. Nevertheless, the firebender halted his practice before he could set the building on fire and walked out through a small gap in the left wall of the warehouse. The area was a slum, the cheapest place for one to live. The kind of place that working at a grocery store whilst living alone could afford. <br><br>He sat down on a cement wall, separating the section of land that the abandoned warehouse sat upon and the street below where busy cars zoomed by and teenagers hung out. Of course, being in the slums of a very developed city wasn't that bad and there was still some agitation, even in these outskirts. The world kept spinning on itself, a day passing, a day coming... No one aware that the avatar had returned after years and years of disappearance. With the last avatar dying whilst being in the avatar state, it took over 50 years before a new avatar was reborn. Frankly, the world had already forgotten about the mythical avatar, Jung-Su being the last one to be known to have walked to globe. Nowadays, everyone hated benders; people with the rare talent to wield the 4 elements. The racism had switched around with the inventions that closed the gap between benders being more powerful than non-benders. Guns really closed that gap since a non-bender could kill a bender with a single pull of a trigger. Pretty much any non-bender carried a gun, for self-defense in case they get attacked by a bender. As if that'll happen, with the population of benders decreasing at a surprising rate. Nevertheless, nothing was exactly passing in the avatar's mind as he sat on the concrete wall, observing the world as he relaxed from a good day's practice.<br><br><br><br>(( to make yourself a profile, here's the link:<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=140786.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=140786.0) ))
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