Hello again.
thanks for the positive feedbacks on my first 2 posts.
Because i'm reading alot of people posts, and are confuzed because i don't know where the beginning of the stories are, i decided to put like for mine, cuz i'm just that smart.

#1 -Character Tessa introduction, stories of troubled past, explains how she's a theif

#2 -ambushed by rag-tag team of rebels trying to help the post-war world, brooklyn-paranoid, chris-good-two-show, Alexis-cold, John-angsty, Tessa agrees to join, Group set out for revenge, fame and fortune, except for Chris who only wants good.

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#3

A couple of months ago I was walking home, by home I mean a room in run down motel that smelt like rancid eggs, and had droplets of blood spattered on the walls, when the sky started to cloud over.

The air grew cold, fast, and dour looking clouds began to rumble. This ushered little drops of rain to begin to fall, and I thought nothing of it, and continued to trudge along, dragging my feet at a laggard pace. But the harmless sprinkle, turned perilous in seconds, and before I knew it, hail the size of comets crashed down like anvils. The village didn't stand a chance.

To the left of me was a teenage girl, toiling along as I was. She may as well been my clone. She had my honey blonde hair, my teal eyes, and she looked just as alone as I did. Of course, I didn't know this but I could imagine her saulking back into ranshackled a apartment, peeling the paint off the walls, saving up meager change so one day she could get of her 20x20 prison cell of a life.

A piece of hail, the size of a small boulder, pumelled her to the ground. She fell so fast, I thought it was me who had fallen. I saw a stream of blood pool from the back of his heads. She fruitlessly tried to move his mouth, and I could make out the words "help me."

It was right then and there I realized I was nothing short mortal, and death was always stalking close behind. I was just as vulnerable as the next person.

I developed a fear of death. It's reasonable, and yet it eats away at me because whatever I do, I can't shake it off. It trails behind me, menacing like a shadow, wherever I go. I see it out of the corner of my eye, looking over my shoulder, scoffing at me.

"Tessa, get your stuff together, we're taking the final leg of our journey." Alexis said, tying her white blonde hair in ponytail.

Alexis didn't want people to know what she was thinking, and she feared that the most. Anytime she thought she'd reveal something personal, she'd pause, mull in silence for a second, then belittle the person who was the closest to her. Her arms were stapled, crossed over her stomach, her face was as stolid and impassive as her words. She was the girl with her hands over her ears, blaring like sirens over the truth.

"The last leg? But I just joined."

"Well aren't you lucky then. Our journey wasn't one for the vacation albums."

"So where is our final destination?"

"Where else? The firenation capital."

She caught me off guard "The firenation capital? I don't understand, why?"

"We need to go straight to the source. We want in on the Untouchable 8."

The untouchable 8 is what most people dubbed the Avatar crew and their closet allies. They were composed of Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Katara, Suki, Toph, Ty Lee, and Mai. If you wanted to envy someone, they were the people loathe.

"Ha, like they'll ever let us in." said John

"Well maybe if Alexis could resist petty theft, and John could be a little less ill-mannered, we might stand a chance." said chris

"Ohhh don't forget John's second nature drug problem." added alexis, happy to reveal that to me.

"Alexis, you bich. Why don't you go rush to sleep with another one of those stunning men you always fall into bed with. Yes and by stunning I mean sleazy, and by sleep with I mean get used and tossed out like the skank trash you are. God I am being to harsh?"

Alexis went berzerk. She tried to punch John smack in the face, but he grabbed her arm, and threw her the ground. She latched on to his feet, but he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder, she kicked and screamed and he just dropped her to the ground.

"You can't beat up a girl!" complained alexis, brushing the dirt off of her.

"Sorry hun, I don't really consider you a girl."

I do give Chris credit for trying to keep the peace, because both of them were cruel as killers. Chris feared conflict. I think if it even meant pulling the wool over his own eyes just to live in ignorant bliss, he would.

I tryed to change the topic "So how are we getting to the firenation?"

"Well we have no fancy bison to carry us wherever we desire, so we need to well 'borrow' a boat today." said brooklyn, looking at Alexis

"Pshhh easy as pie. I just need someone whose knows how to distract a man, you know, be a tease."

I smirked, "look no further."

We neared a dock that had about three rather meager looking boats lazily bobbing atop the water. Alexis said we would only need one boat.

I walked over the fattest, most disgusting exuse for a human, looked down, and smiled at him.

"Did you build this boat yourself?" I asked, pretending to be impressed by this floating piece of crap.

"Why yes I did. You like it?"

"I think it's really manly and sexy that you made that."

the man looked shocked, I hoped I wasn't pushing it too much. My dialogue sounded a little, well, cheesy.

"Ohhh well, in that case maybe we could get to know eachother a little better." he said

Why did I under estimate my genius?

I watched as the crew loaded into the boat and gave me the signal to get in.

"I know we're in public and you don't know me that well, but close your eyes and i'll give you a little treat."

"Could it be a kiss on lips?" he asked, closing his eyes

"It could be" I said as I carefully worked my way to the boat, none of us were benders, we had to manually push it with ores. I turned around to see the man still standing there with his eyes and lips pursed.

"What could he get for a ten dollar bill?" joked John

"I'm not a hooker."

"sure your not. and chris here is bent on world domination."

I didn't know what John feared. I guess he didn't want people to get to know him to well either, but I feel like there was more to the story. It bothered me that I couldn't read him.

The day to turns to evening and the sky is a pastel painting. The water is murky uncertainty. The mountains are reminders that we are still a very small part of this world. The birds are amity, I am no longer alone, yet still very alone.

We sailed along quietly, none of us really knowing what awaited us at the fire nation capital.
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Obviously this post's theme was what each character fears.
Next post is when all the good stuff starts xD

Khuzo and his group (Getting tired of listing them all)

Khuzo's home jungle

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Khuzo saw the scouts before they managed to spot him. Pulling out a long, heavy machete he had borrowed from the old lady, he hid behind a tree and waited. Something moved and startled the scout, and he unleashed a rather impressive fireblast at it. Khuzo could tell he was more skilled than the average soldier. Still, just as the man came up infront of a tipped over tree, Khuzo came up behind him and stuck the machete in deep. The man made a grunt, but Khuzo covered his mouth.

"Shhhh.......," he said, as he lifted the blade out and laid the body down. He hid back behind another tree.

"Mortus!" the other scout shouted. He walked over to where he had last seen his friend, and Khuzo jumped out infront of him. The man jumped back but suddenly came to a near instant jolted stop. He slowly looked down, and saw the machete sticking out of his stomache. Blood began to poor profusely from his mouth, and he looked back up at Khuzo, who had a grim, satisfied look on his face. He knelt in close to the man and whispered.

"This was my home...," he said, and he quickly jerked the machete to the side, which disembowled the man. He gurtled something completely inaudible, and then fell to the ground. A third scout suddenly jumped out of a hiding place and ran, but Khuzo turned and threw the machete at full force. The running scout jerked, and the his mouth became slack. As he twirled in the air, his body flipped around and the machete stuck deep into his skull.

Reika had seen the whole thing, and knelt down to vomit. Behind her, a massive, deep, bellowing roar was heard from the center of the forest. It flowed out for over a minute. It had begun to scream the instant smoke began visible in the distant. Fires were beginning to form rapidly from the east. The unmistakable sound of moving machinery entered Khuzo's ears. He ran down and grabbed Reika. Ridge and Shungo looked confused by the noise.

"We have to leave. Now," Khuzo said.

"Why?" Ridge asked in a panicked tone.

"You remember what happened at the Northen Water Tribe not long ago?"

"No, I was in a prison cell. Rotting."

Reika suddenly joined in.

"The tribe was hit with a full scale attack from the Fire Nation."

"So it was destroyed?"

"Hardly. The ocean spirit was embodied into it's pure physical form."

"Oh...Oh crap..."

"Yeah, and the spirit of this forest is ALWAYS in it's purest physical form. Sleeping."

"Yeah, and now it's probably awake. And VERY ticked off," Reika added.

"How did that happen?! I thought that requires THE AVATAR. You know, that bald kid we keep hearing about everywhere?" Shungo added.

"It does, but not here. This one did more than agree to be a part of the world, it came here and stayed here in it's pure, actual form. The water spirits were here only partially, as coy fish.

Ridge looked very worried.

"I'm not on good terms with the Spirit World."

"It's not after you...It's after whoever ordered the scorching..."

"Itami?"

"Maybe. I wouldn't put it past Itami to burn down an entire, massive jungle to be sure that he kills me."

"What is up with him?!"

"No time. We need to move. Now."

The fires became brighter and it was clear that the Fire Nation was closing in. Khuzo led the others through the jungles that had become his home. He had lived here for only two years, but knew the jungles like the back of his hand. He manuvuered through thick brush that was already being set ablaze, and hundreds of soldiers came from every direction towards them. Then the forest seemed to explode. Out of every river or cave opening, every dark crevice where light couldn't be shined or merely wasn't shined, dark, twisted tendrils that were composed of earth or mud or even compacted sand rose high into the air and killed every soldier in the area. They came around Khuzo and his tiny group and he stopped in his tracks. They seemed to twist about for several moments, as if to judge them.

Where they guilty? Should they be crushed by sand, earth, and mud? Should the very life of this place take their own? The dark, twisted moutains of earth and muck seemed to be analyzing them. Then, without warning, they instead formed a barrier around them, to protect them from the towering blaze. The roar was heard again, and this time, it didn't just deafen everyone around, it also seemed to paralyze them. Soldiers stopped moving and stared up in horror as they were dragged away by the arms, to be eaten by the earth itself.

Then Khuzo saw Itami. He was trying to dodge the tentacles, trying to avoid death, and he abandoned the girl. She stood, cowering underneath the massive entity around her. She began to scream, and then Khuzo did something that was very unlike Khuzo. He jumped out of the safety of the surrounding shield, and reached out to her. Itami saw, and cursed loudly. Then he disappeared underneath the brush.

"TAKE MY HAND!" he yelled, and he reached out far. She was just so absolutely pathetic, that Khuzo couldn't just stand there and watch. He reached out to her again and screamed even louder.

"GET. OVER. HERE. NOW!" he screamed, and then a massive arm grabbed her and began to pull her under. One reached for Khuzo, as if to say that any sympathizer would be taken as well. It grabbed him and pulled him up, but he pulled out small explosive charge and twirled the fuse around his hand and fingers. It lit from the friction, and he threw it down, where it exploded, destroying the arm. Khuzo landed hard on the ground and then tried to reach for her again.

"COMON! REACH!" he yelled, and she finally grabbed his hand. The spirt controlling the arms was nowhere to be seen, but it was clear that it saw everything. It roared again and as Khuzo wrenched her free of the arm, she fell, and the two hit the ground hard. The arms reappeared with dozens more, and now they swirled around them. Khuzo got up and pulled out his swords.

"She can't even be called a puppet! She's nothing! She didn't do this! She couldn't have done this. An act like this is beyond her! Leave this one to me!"

The arms continued to swirl about, but finally, as the armies were being slaughtered and the last of the soldiers was drug to their early graves, the arms ceased. The spirit of the jungle stopped it's attack. A voice was heard amongst the calming wind.

"This one...is yours to watch...but watch her closely, warrior...watch her closely..."

Khuzo looked bewildered. He was sure that it was the end. And then it had all just stopped. Most of the fires had been put out, but then, as if on que, it began to poor the heaviest rain Khuzo had ever seen. An arm or leg stuck out of the ground here or there, where the earth had dug back into itself, leaving a big, giant swirling partial cave-in on the ground.

Khuzo stood up, coughing. Sand came out of his mouth. The girl lay on the ground, still and seemingly lifeless.

"Khuzo you maniac! You could've died!" Ridge yelled, as he ran over to him. Reika helped pull him up.

"What on earth...just what on earth were you thinking?!"

"The girl..." he coughed, "the girl...is she OK?"

"Why do you care?"

"She's different....she's...she's...ugh..." Khuzo grunted and then he laid over in her arms. He had passed out. The act of merely standing up amidst the forces at work here had completely drained him. He breathed heavily, and Reika looked around them. The rain was still falling extremely hard. She raised one free arm while supporting him with the other, and ice formed over them, to protect them from the rain.

Sorrow tried to get up, but as she raised her head, Ridge came up to her with an arrow loaded in his bow.

"I should kill you, but Khuzo risked everything to save you...so I'll go with it...for now...," he said, and then he lowered his bow.

"Thank...thank you...," she said, and then she passed out on the ground.

LOL! I like watching it. I might include it in my sig once I start watching it... I keep laughing at it! It's so awesome. Do you know what anime it is?

Sorry to get off topic here. I'll be on topic by saying that Redemption, you've come a long ways since you joined. And so has second sign.

I also think its awesome that we finally got another talented female writer.

More comments about my signature than my post...X_X

Anyway, it's called Lucky Star, and it's the best anime EVER. Yes, even better than Hellsing.

Lucky Star awesomeness:

http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn302/AnimeRocks99919/Lucky%20Star/luckystar-2.gif