closed to Jet; showers

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[Within an hour into his 'training' Zuko could feel the sleeveless green tunic wrap moving with his body, drenched in perspiration and stuck to him. At first he had gone out into the courtyard to go through the basic movements of firebending without actually using any fire. Then he had stepped up his game to flips and mid-air spins and kicks, twisting his body this way and that, his mind straying to the waterbender and Jet and the fight they'd had before the Faculty members had interrupted. To anyone who'd been out there at the time must have thought he was nuts, but to Zuko. It was routine. Practice. And his mounting anger was only fueling it.

From the flips and kickspins, Zuko had taken to the training center only to exterminate under ten beasts before walking out. Simple monsters, nothing more. And what a joke it had been. So much that he had walked out and headed immediately for the showers to call it a day, muscles taut and sore.

Just as he enters the men's locker room, there's water already running in the background, the showers in use. He barely glances towards the foggy figure that can be seen through the fogged glass sides as he heads to the stall next to it. Off the tunic comes. Zuko doesn't think about it or the semi-lack of 'privacy' as he kicks off his shoes outside of a stall and steps in, closing the door behind him. He turns on the water and waits a moment before he undoes his pants and slips out of them and under the scalding hot spray with a quiet groan of approval.]

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Because of my father!

[Pushed to the breaking point by that question, Zuko snaps, the anger and frustration and confusion boiling over.]

Because I was conflicted towards my destiny. The need to be accepted again as the Crown Prince to the Fire Nation meant more to me than her and what she had to offer. Because my compulsive need for my father's respect and affection drove me to make choices I now regret and wish to take back-- What more do you want me to say!

[Zuko threw his arms out at his sides, voice echoing in the showers with each rising pitch.]

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[ His fingers aren't shaking as they tie the knots that hold his shirt closed.

It's just the world that is. ]

That you're sorry.

[ Jet scoops the rest of his belongings into the crook of one arm, not wanting to stay long enough to reoutfit himself. His feet are still bare when he lets the door click closed behind him. ]

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[Breathing heavily and thoroughly incensed, Zuko lets out a long frustrated shout that's sure to carry out into the corridors, the anger he's been bottling up inside at himself having charged his attack as he then lets loose an unstable and violent stream of fire at the door. He ignores it as it and the frame separate from the wall itself and smash out against the hallway wall, the metal dented and pushed outwards.

Where is Uncle Iroh to calm him down when he needs the kind and wise elder?

Zuko jerks his pants on, yanking away the towel, and storms out of the showers. He's so angry he snorts out small, twin flames from his nostrils, stalking to the dormitories for the remainder of the day, Jet's words playing over and over in his head.]