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(That is literally the only line of that song I know)
After Jinora had calmed herself down from the Carain ask-out (by meditation; duh) Jinora got bored again. Well, she knew she wasn't about to use her eno as a swing again. Um...what did Kai do in his free time? Read, She didn't even have to think about that one. Jinny frowned. She had three pages left in her Avatar book...but Avatar was for the night. Though, Jinora couldn't wait to find out who Aang's Earthbending master would be. Maybe a boy? So Sokka had another buddy to goof off with. Because, as far as Jinora could tell, there was about a four year age difference. No wonder.
Okay...do what did Wednesday do in her free time? Fantasize about Cains, throw knives at a target, listen to FallOut Boy. Jinora frowned. Throwing knives sounded kind of fun. Don't get me wrong, Jinora was all peace and fairytales, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy throwing sharp stuff. Now...where to get a knife?
All of a sudden, one dropped directly in front of her face—embedding itself in the mahogany wooden flooring of her store. With a yelp, the cinnamon calico leapt backwards. What the fuck was that?