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[azulapwnssouls]

[[ooc: Yet another Azula's still alive post. I'm sorry for my lack of activity, but the baby really does a number on me when I'm sick. After I get back, there will be a Harley post as well.]]Boredom, until someone decided what exactly was going on, Azula found herself stuck in the box. Bored

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[kidcollector]

Being new to the compound, Slade is wandering around and seeing the sights. He must admit that he's curious when he sees a seemingly out of place concrete box sitting outside of the apartments.

He wanders up to it and runs a gloved hand across the side before approaching one of the windows. "My, what do we have here?" he says, glancing at the young girl as she played with the fire.

[azulapwnssouls]

"You're new," Azula said looking up at the window, flicking flame between her fingers. No precept of politeness touched her voice, still thick with the better-than-thou noble accent as she demanded, "Who are you?"

[kidcollector]

"Such proud, biting words from someone trapped like a rat in a cage," he mutters, running his hand across the box again. His voice is as stoic as ever. "Slade. Now it would be only polite if you'd return the favor and tell me what obviously grand, important individual would be stuck in a concrete box in the middle of nowhere."

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy sat some distance away, with his lunch and a thick book.

He watched the strange man and most definitely listened, tail twitching.

(What, you thought Azula went unguarded? Think again.)