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thecapitol2015-08-03 12:54 pm
actually112) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-03 12:54 pm
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My hands are tied, for all I've seen has changed my mind
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang's immediate reaction and subsequent aggressive denial to his expose. This means it's time for artwork.
Where| D4 and Roof
When| Immediately post-expose (pre-fourth wall), then post-fourth wall.
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of illness in option A, possible discussions of violence against children and genocide.
A, immediately after expose, D4
They filmed it. They filmed his people dying. They filmed the destruction of an entire race, and they called it entertainment.
He throws up in his bathroom until there is nothing left, then he curls up on the floor, shaking and sweating and sick. He's not going to leave any time soon. He just wants to curl up and cry, but his eyes are dry.
Is it odd that his tears now seem self-indulgent? What right does he have to cry when they're all dead and gone? He will sit here and be sick, but then he will clean himself up and he will continue doing what he was doing before. He will wait until a time comes where he can fix his mistakes.
B, post-fourth wall, D4 and the Roof
Aang is in a state of what others may call 'aggressive denial'.
Hariti climbs all over his back, squeaking in concern as he sits on the D4 floor and makes things. He paints. He arranges mosaics on paper. He whittles. Everything he creates hearkens to the airbenders. Images of people flying without wings, of people reaching enlightenment, of air bison and flying lemurs and temples that grow out of mountains. Things that everyone else, even in his own world, have forgotten.
From an outsider's perspective, he's just eager to make things, which is good because they go for a good price in the Capitol.
Sometimes, he can be found on the roof. The roof isn't the place he makes things. The roof is where he sits down on the edge of the building and tries to meditate, but a lot of the time, he just ends up staring out at the Capitol skyline blankly for hours on end.
What| Aang's immediate reaction and subsequent aggressive denial to his expose. This means it's time for artwork.
Where| D4 and Roof
When| Immediately post-expose (pre-fourth wall), then post-fourth wall.
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of illness in option A, possible discussions of violence against children and genocide.
A, immediately after expose, D4
They filmed it. They filmed his people dying. They filmed the destruction of an entire race, and they called it entertainment.
He throws up in his bathroom until there is nothing left, then he curls up on the floor, shaking and sweating and sick. He's not going to leave any time soon. He just wants to curl up and cry, but his eyes are dry.
Is it odd that his tears now seem self-indulgent? What right does he have to cry when they're all dead and gone? He will sit here and be sick, but then he will clean himself up and he will continue doing what he was doing before. He will wait until a time comes where he can fix his mistakes.
B, post-fourth wall, D4 and the Roof
Aang is in a state of what others may call 'aggressive denial'.
Hariti climbs all over his back, squeaking in concern as he sits on the D4 floor and makes things. He paints. He arranges mosaics on paper. He whittles. Everything he creates hearkens to the airbenders. Images of people flying without wings, of people reaching enlightenment, of air bison and flying lemurs and temples that grow out of mountains. Things that everyone else, even in his own world, have forgotten.
From an outsider's perspective, he's just eager to make things, which is good because they go for a good price in the Capitol.
Sometimes, he can be found on the roof. The roof isn't the place he makes things. The roof is where he sits down on the edge of the building and tries to meditate, but a lot of the time, he just ends up staring out at the Capitol skyline blankly for hours on end.
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He gives a little shrug, but not so much of a shrug to give the indication that he doesn't like the affection. He does like it. He likes it a lot. Maybe he's being babied a little, but he needs some babying right now.
"We all knew that the Avatar was an Airbender around my age, but the monks kept who I was a secret from everyone. That's why the Fire Nation attacked them. The Fire Lord didn't know who I was, so to kill me... he had to kill all the children."
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"And they missed you," he notes, because there becomes a point at which I'm sorry, even if that were a phrase he used more often, becomes an insult. It is a sorry thing, and very much so. Aang already knows that.
"There always is a war, isn't there? And children always do get caught up in it. Some like to pretend a war keeps to its soldiers, but that isn't the way of men."