[Aang is propped in front of the camera which seems to be on a chair, sitting on the floor of his kitchen which is visibly blood-spattered, just like Aang himself. His left arm is pulled up against his stomach, hastily and clumsily bandaged and splinted with what looks to be kitchen spoons and his former shirt. Long hair in his face his breathing ( Read more... )

I'm looking for a sparring partner, someone who isn't bothered by taking a bit of damage or responding in kind.

I know many hand to hand combat styles but I also wield Earth and Air, as well as Fire at fairly extreme temperatures.

I'm in New York, afraid I can't travel far, but if anyone is interested drop me a line.

" - have to be my laundry basket, Momo?"

[That's big!Aang, behind the camera, getting the focus adjusted.]

"She just wanted a nice warm spot, didn't you?"

[And there's little Aang, crouched beside his older self's laundry basket in the corner of the bedroom, a big fascinated grin on his face. In the middle of the basket in a nice nest of her ( Read more... )

[Aang is holding his phone out in one hand. He's clearly laying in bed, propped up against a chunk of pillows. His cat, looking a bit fattened now, is in his lap and purring loud enough to be heard though only her tail is in the frame. Aang looks haggard and sleepy to say the least but he smiles gently.]I just wanted to say hello, and let people ( Read more... )

[Big!Aang's voice is a low urgent whisper, panic encroaching on his tone.]I can't talk for long. I need help. I'm at my apartment, I'm with Azula but she's not the same as she usually is. You saw what she did yesterday on the network to that man ( Read more... )

[The camera is capturing some tile floor, and then the shot shifts to film a skinny black and white cat who is lapping milk hungrily out of a teacup, it's little face pushed right to the bottom. The poor thing looks weather-beaten, with the bony shoulders and paunchy belly of the truly hungry, but the tip of it's tail is flicking back and forth in ( Read more... )

[it's EARLY EARLY EAAARLY in the morning. Aang is sitting on the roof of an apartment building, the sun coming up behind him and off to one side. He's buffeted by a stiff and cold looking breeze that pulls at his thin clothes and his hair, but he inhales eagerly and is clearly un-bothered by it.It's so quiet up here really early in the morning. I ( Read more... )

[The sound is shaky at first, it crackles, and there is the soft sound of an elderly woman's voice just out of microphone range ( Read more... )