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driftfleet2018-04-18 04:18 pm
actually112) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-18 04:18 pm
Entry tags:
Action - Second Arena
Who: Aang and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: During the drift
[Aang has spent the last three weeks or so on 24/7 alert, hiding out in the desert and then hiding out in the trees and air ducts of the Iskaulit, waiting for some catastrophe that hasn't happened. It's driving him nuts. Is that what the Capitol is trying to do? Make him go crazy from paranoia?
Well, he knows the Capitol. He knows how to provoke them. If he does something really crazy, they'll retaliate, and at least he won't have to put up with this tension anymore. If there's no retaliation, then maybe, just maybe, the Capitol isn't as involved in this as he thinks.
He picks a lovely spot on the Iskaulit--out of the way, separate from the hustle and bustle of the most frequented areas, but still public and accessible. He carries out paint, rollers, brushes, and sets himself up like he's going to paint the walls.
Which is exactly what he does. He paints down a white undercoat in record time with the help of waterbending and airbending. Then he has a pencil, and he starts sketching out the bare bones of what he will paint. He blocks out the twelve different sections he wants to make, and then he starts writing.
He writes names. Name after name after name in each section, so many that Aang needs to balance on a ball of churning air to write them at the top of this planned mural. Each name is carefully, lovingly written, given the amount of respect and grace it deserves.
There are exactly 1,747 names. They are the names he memorized for his televised rebellion against the Capitol. They are the names of all of the Districter children who died in the Hunger Games.
Aang is tense as he writes, constantly aware of who is around him and what might happen, but his expression is stern and his mouth is fixed in grim determination. Come at him, Capitol.]
[OOC: Since The Games had lots of people AU'd in from other canons, feel free to assume that a name from your canon is up there if you like.]
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: During the drift
[Aang has spent the last three weeks or so on 24/7 alert, hiding out in the desert and then hiding out in the trees and air ducts of the Iskaulit, waiting for some catastrophe that hasn't happened. It's driving him nuts. Is that what the Capitol is trying to do? Make him go crazy from paranoia?
Well, he knows the Capitol. He knows how to provoke them. If he does something really crazy, they'll retaliate, and at least he won't have to put up with this tension anymore. If there's no retaliation, then maybe, just maybe, the Capitol isn't as involved in this as he thinks.
He picks a lovely spot on the Iskaulit--out of the way, separate from the hustle and bustle of the most frequented areas, but still public and accessible. He carries out paint, rollers, brushes, and sets himself up like he's going to paint the walls.
Which is exactly what he does. He paints down a white undercoat in record time with the help of waterbending and airbending. Then he has a pencil, and he starts sketching out the bare bones of what he will paint. He blocks out the twelve different sections he wants to make, and then he starts writing.
He writes names. Name after name after name in each section, so many that Aang needs to balance on a ball of churning air to write them at the top of this planned mural. Each name is carefully, lovingly written, given the amount of respect and grace it deserves.
There are exactly 1,747 names. They are the names he memorized for his televised rebellion against the Capitol. They are the names of all of the Districter children who died in the Hunger Games.
Aang is tense as he writes, constantly aware of who is around him and what might happen, but his expression is stern and his mouth is fixed in grim determination. Come at him, Capitol.]
[OOC: Since The Games had lots of people AU'd in from other canons, feel free to assume that a name from your canon is up there if you like.]
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...The hunger games?
[That sounds immediately less than pleasant]
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It's where the Capitol picks a boy and a girl between twelve and seventeen from each District. They make a big ceremony with parades and TV interviews and stuff, and then the Tributes are put a big arena together. Whoever's last alive wins.
[Aang has seen the violence and depravity that happens in the arenas. It's not the kind of thing he thinks he should get into extensive detail about without prompting.]
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Gods...that's...
[Horrific. Twisted.]
Was there a reason? Or was it just...entertainment?
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They say it's to punish the Districts for rebelling eighty years ago or something. Honestly, I think they just like watching it. It's this big reality show for them.
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[He can imagine all too well. People can both have a logical - if not legitimate - reason for doing something terrible and enjoy the fruits of it.
His eyes scan the names again, the enormity of all those children. It can't have been one instance, could it?]
Has there been any attempt to stop it?
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[He thinks back on his conversation with the Bucky from Panem. He doesn't know if he can really believe it or not.]
Someone told me that the rebels started a war and won, but I don't know.