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thearena2014-08-21 11:04 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2014-08-21 11:04 pm
Can we pretend the airplanes in the sky
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.
Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.
So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.
He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.
Let the inked papers fly.
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.
Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.
So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.
He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.
Let the inked papers fly.
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He offers her a hand to help her up, giving his own bright smile.
"Thanks. I thought there were a lot of people here who could use some fun."
Despite popular opinion, he is aware of the heavy feeling in the air, the fear and menace and knowledge that people want them to kill each other. His rebellion is refusing to behave like he really understands that, and trying to make everyone around him resist by having fun.
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"Aww, well aren't you a sweetie?" She cooed reaching out to pet the top of his head like a puppy. "It'll be a shame when the Capitol beats that out of you. But I feel the same way! All this gloom and doom is no fun. But there's always fun to have if you know where to look around here!"
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Aang blinked at her owlishly, especially at the head pat, but hey, he'd met stranger people. He just kept smiling and let her hand go. "How do you usually have fun?"
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Completely breezing past those last parts she added "Usually in the arena I like to cause trouble. Mess around, sing, chase people with weapons, and take care of my tributes and team mates. I once helped a guy go insane so he could kill more effectively. It didn't take though."
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But he still smiles, because she doesn't seem to be trying to hurt him specifically. He's better off playing nice.
"I'm sorry to hear you had to come back in here. I like to sing too, if you want to teach me something from your world?"
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Her eyes lit up at the opportunity to have some more fun "Oh sure I bet I can find something you'd like, let's see..."
She seized his hands and began skipping and dancing circles around him slowly turning him around.
"All around the arena mall,
The monkey chased the tribute.
The monkey thought twas all in fun,
Pop! goes the tribute."
When she cried out "Pop!" She would give a particularly strong jump grinning all the while. It wasn't exactly a song from her world but it was just creepy enough to be funny.
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He clasped her hand, bouncing and dancing with her, humming and light on his feet, but he kept her hands in sight and his smile was beginning to fade.
"A mall? Is that what this is called?"
He'd never heard the word before, and as they danced, he wanted to stop singing about tributes popping.
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"Oh yeah, this is a mall! Home to teenagers and elderly people. See you cram a whole bunch of shops in one building and then people wandering around looking at stuff but barely ever buying things. It's more a place to hang out then actually shop because you can can usually find stuff cheaper online." she chuckled.
"At least a normal mall is. This one is a super special mall of death and doom so you probably don't wanna hang out in the open too long unless you're good at dodging certain doom."
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He was just doing his best to steer her away from violet lines of thought. He didn't want we to get any ideas to hurt him (or anyone else, but in this environment, he doesn't think he can do anything about that.)
"People seem to have a lot of stuff here that we don't have back home."
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"What sorta world are you from then? Electricity? Indoor plumbing? Cars?" It was usually a pretty good estimate of the worlds technology level if you asked directly. And it wasn't as if he was the only one from a more primitive time.
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In another fifty years or so, Aang would be able to mostly recognize all of those things. The issue was that his world had yet to hit the post-war industrial revolution.
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"Oh gosh, then this place must be all sorts of interesting to you huh baldy? Where I come from we've found a way to create lightning with machines and we control it to power other machines. With those machines we can do just about anything! Creating light, preserving food, making moving pictures on screens that tell stories. In fact..." She tried a grab for his collar to try and pull him over to the railing so she could point "Have you been to the movie theater yet? The Centurion Cineplex?"
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It all sounded a little unbelievable, but it makes sense, considering all the weird stuff around here. Switches that controlled light. Ice that never melts, even without a waterbender's influence. Stairs that move.
"I haven't been, I don't think."
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Harley could only hope the choice in film was a little more interesting then the last one she'd seen "Flowers in Bloom: A modern woman's guide to development." She ushered him with her hand and began clicking her way down the hall in her heels.