A strike. Right in front of the medical school. Another strike. Blocking the road to the hospital where she interned. Frejya sighed. It had all become part of the routine - the rioting, the collateral victims, everything. It was all part of quotidian life these days and she didn't know whether to feel sad or enraged anymore. One thing was certain, however - she was powerless. And the one person who could do anything about this chaotic situation had become a little more than a legend, something of the past. How long had it been since she last saw a bender, an actual bender? Too long, perhaps. She found herself worrying about it most days, worrying about actual benders still being out there, worrying about the Avatar not returning, about their situation going from bad to worse and the way things looked - that was very likely indeed.

[b]Freyja![/b] A voice called to her from down the hall. She grabbed her bottle of water from the vending machine, realizing she had taken more than ten minutes to make her pick and walked away. [b]I'm sorry. Rounds start yet?[/b] She asked, absently. Upon receiving a positive reply, she rushed down the hall, the buzzing of the tv broadcasting news of riots sticking to her like glue.