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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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I can't...I'm no artist. [He gave a wry smirk.] I can draw circles and x's and lines for a battle map, but that's the best of it. But I can tell you what I know. Who I know, if needed. Whatever you want.
[He finally looked to from the wall to Aang, perfectly serious.]
And if someone here does try to do something to you for this, they'll have to go through me first.
[Bucky didn't think anyone would, but he knew he had the advantage of having seen what he could only tell and not prove to Aang. But, despite what he might like to think, he wasn't always right. If there was something else going on here, something that would take umbrage with their art project, Bucky would fight it tooth and nail for any chance at keeping up something that pissed Them off.]
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[He has suspicions. Peggy, while somewhat frightening in Aang's book, did disappear at an opportune time with Linden and suddenly the entire media hated her after loving her a day ago. Tony and Bucky himself, of course. Signless. There are more, but he's wary of naming anyone he knows to be alive and still in the Capitol's reach.
Aang softens at Bucky's declaration. It reminds him a little of his Bucky.]
Thank you.