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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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"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.