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thearena2014-08-26 04:14 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2014-08-26 04:14 pm
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Brave soldier boy
Who| Aang and Bucky Barnes (MCU)
What| Bucky needs to loosen up and Aang needs to learn that the Hunger Games aren't the 'let's make friends with everyone' games.
Where| Third floor
When| Early Week 2
Warnings| Probably references to past violence
Aang didn't like the store based on his home. It reminded him too much of his unfinished business. It made him think about how alone he was. How much he missed his friends, how much he missed his bending. How scared he was of what had to be done.
What might happen there if he doesn't find his way back.
So Aang only took a few things from the store--a small, fake stuffed flying lemur (he would have taken the stuffed sky bison too, but that was about the same size as he was), a flimsy glider (made of 'plastic', he had learned) that wouldn't last a moment in the air (though perhaps could be a stand-in weapon), and a folding Pai Sho board with all the pieces. Then he left, feeling more homeless than he had in a while, and sat on top of the weird metal contraption with wheels left in the middle of the floor.
He crossed his legs, leaving his bag on his back, his glider at his side, and his stuffed lemur in his lap.
And then he meditated. Traced out every earthly tether he had, then systematically let it all go.
But the moment he sensed anyone close by, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look towards them.
What| Bucky needs to loosen up and Aang needs to learn that the Hunger Games aren't the 'let's make friends with everyone' games.
Where| Third floor
When| Early Week 2
Warnings| Probably references to past violence
Aang didn't like the store based on his home. It reminded him too much of his unfinished business. It made him think about how alone he was. How much he missed his friends, how much he missed his bending. How scared he was of what had to be done.
What might happen there if he doesn't find his way back.
So Aang only took a few things from the store--a small, fake stuffed flying lemur (he would have taken the stuffed sky bison too, but that was about the same size as he was), a flimsy glider (made of 'plastic', he had learned) that wouldn't last a moment in the air (though perhaps could be a stand-in weapon), and a folding Pai Sho board with all the pieces. Then he left, feeling more homeless than he had in a while, and sat on top of the weird metal contraption with wheels left in the middle of the floor.
He crossed his legs, leaving his bag on his back, his glider at his side, and his stuffed lemur in his lap.
And then he meditated. Traced out every earthly tether he had, then systematically let it all go.
But the moment he sensed anyone close by, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look towards them.