This post is for threading with Zuko anytime and anywhere. It can be used for Action or the Ring feature on journals (voice or written) to get in contact with him for personal conversations. This will be used primarily for 'placement' threads such as: someone left a present or 'by the way, come to this party on such-and-such' or the like ( Read more... )

Got criticism? Plot? Praise? Lay 'em on here. I can also be contacted via PM to this journal and my contact information is listed in the game's info pages.

Anon on, screening on.

Thank you~

[The journal flips open rather abruptly; whether the broadcast is accidental or not is anyone's guess.]

I'm sick of snow. Can winter be over yet?

[Boredom sucks. Zuko would just like everyone out there to know that.]

Anyone have any job openings or something? I'm willing to take on just about anything.

[Zuko can be found out and about all over town today; he'll spend most of his time in the Item Shop and will pop into the tea shop, out of sheer curiosity. He'll be in the library for a good ( Read more... )

[[ooc;; slightly back-dated to afternoon on the 26th]]

[It's like waking up to find that what he thought was a horrible dream... really wasn't a dream. He had been a complete idiot. He's lucky he wasn't kicked out of the house. He opens the journal, intent on saying something at least halfway intelligent, and ends up just staring at the damned ( Read more... )

[It... sounds like Zuko. Kind of. The picture is of Zuko. The voice is decidedly... whinier. A bit more nasal. Something. And the pep talk he's giving himself? It never really stops; it's fairly obvious the video is accidental.]This is absolutely ridiculous. I am no one's doormat. You can't push me around. Around and around and around. It's all get ( Read more... )

[[ooc; Forward-dated (for my time zone, at least) to sunrise-ish Sunday morning.]]

[Zuko is outside of the house this morning, but not far. In fact, he's doing forms practically in the backyard. It maybe overcast, but Zuko's habit is practicing in the morning and, rain or shine (or clouds or sun), he'll be out running through forms before heading ( Read more... )

[It's fairly obvious that whoever is holding this journal has absolutely no clue how to use it. The sound is muted at first, the journal is held awkwardly, and he's not talking to anyone but himself.]

I don't even know what this is. ...Besides a book. I got that much. It's a book. It talks. It has my name on in.

[A beat.] Why are you so ( Read more... )