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Post by dicho on Jul 16, 2008 22:23:14 GMT -5
Di Cho sat down on log-fragment chair he had carved then lodged in the sand. Rivulets of sweat dripping off his sultry, thick forehead, He pulled two bandages from his bag and wound them around his bare feet.
Standing up, his toes digging in the silt, he raised his palms to his waist. He pulled one foot from the sand. Lift and smash; the earth grumbled.
"What is going on with me today?" a gentle breeze threw sand in his face. "It's late. I just finished that split-level. Maybe I'm too tired to start a new one," Di Cho pulled a bottle of water from his bag and took a swig. "Of course I'm tired...I'm talkin' to myself."
Di Cho threw the water back in the bag, cast said bag over his shoulder, hoisted the log into his arms and sauntered back to his burrow.
Di Cho climbed the stairs down his hole. It was nice, but it was still a hole. I can build a house for a rich guy in four days, but I live in a hole in the ground. It's nothing like home though...
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Post by dicho on Jul 24, 2008 23:03:17 GMT -5
The room was dark; of course it was, it was a hole. Light was shining through a small opening in the 'door.'
"What time is it? Am I late?" Di Cho jumped out of bed and rubbed the sleep and dirt from his eyes. He grabbed his bag and some food and climbed back up the stairs and pushed the door open.
"Excuse me, sir?"
Who would call me sir among these prudes? "Oh, hello!" Di Cho pushed out of the hole to see a pair of fancy leather boots. He looked up. There was a man in those boots. A mail man.
"I have a letter for you" The man handed Di Cho a letter. "This letter is dated two weeks ago?" "I apologize, sir...there were some precautions." "Well, give it here," Di Cho took the letter from the mailman. "Well, get out of here. This is a personal matter." "That's what you think..." The man mumbled, walking away.
Master Di Cho, Word of your bending ability has come to our attention. The Earth king wishes your audience at a very important meeting the royal palace in Ba Sing Se twenty-five days from this. Yours truly, Prime Minister Long Tzao
Twenty-five days...that's four days from now. Di Cho closed the door to his house but left it unlocked (if they wanted it, they could have it.) and carried his things off to the port. Hopefully there would be a ferry that would take him to the Earth Kingdom in four days.
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