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17th-Aug-2008 03:51 pm
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2nd-Sep-2008 04:09 pm (UTC) - so, my mind has the habit of turning SHORT stories into something longer
Name / Username: Shannon / shannon_07
Age: 19
Character You're Applying For: Mai

Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):
I watched Zuko from the side of the dais. He spoke to the crowd, painting a picture of peace and promising an end to Fire Nation arrogance and tyranny. The people, from all three remaining nations, were war-weary; I could see it in their faces, in the way they stood, and in the way those who had fought carried their battle scars. They were ready for a new beginning. We were ready for a new beginning.

He had changed so much. He really was a man now, and ready to take his place as Fire Lord. I know he doesn’t think so, but I do. In his time with the Avatar and his friends he’d found a way to look beyond his scar and know that while it will always define him in some way, it’s not the only part of him that matters. I’ve always known that. I only wish I’d been there to help him discover it. His past is in the past, where it should be.

I should do the same, I suppose. It will take some time for the pain that he caused to go away. But knowing why he did it helps. And seeing what he’s become. I followed Azula out of habit, and because my parents’ politics were getting boring. Then where should Zuko be but captured in my uncle’s prison. It took nothing to convince him to let me in to see him. And I was so angry with him. Didn’t he understand that I loved him? I couldn’t listen to him plead and beg and say that he was sorry. Of course he was, I know him, he’s not so cold-hearted, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d broken my heart and had to pay for it somehow. And the anger was easier to deal with than the pain. But when Azula ordered them to cut the wire, to kill her brother (and the Avatar and several other people), I realized that as much as I wanted to make him suffer for how much he’d hurt me, something inside me would break if he was actually dead, and gone forever. And as powerful as Azula is, nothing she could do to me would be worse than Zuko dying. So I told her so, after I helped them escape of course, and as expected she was furious. But of course my parents and my uncle eventually decided they weren’t about to let me sit in prison, despite my “treasonous act,” though I couldn’t convince them to free Ty Lee as well. Leaving her behind hurt more than expected, but it turned out all right. She’s a Kyoshi Warrior now. For days all I wanted to do was see Zuko, to tell him that I love him and I could forgive him for leaving me like that as long as he swore never to leave me again. I didn’t admit it, but I know now that I was also a little afraid that Zuko didn’t want me back, even though he was deeply sorry for leaving in the first place.

When I heard the news, that the Avatar had defeated Fire Lord Ozai and Zuko had won the Agni Kai against Azula, and everything was finally going to be okay, I finally worked up the courage to go see him. But I couldn’t make myself move from the doorway. I wanted to reach out to him but I couldn’t move. Then he flinched putting on his official Fire Lord robe. I guess I assumed he hadn’t made it through the Agni Kai without getting hurt, but seeing it was something else. Suddenly he was the boy I loved again, who had ordered a guard to get me a fruit tart with rose petals as we cuddled on his couch. The way his face lit up with surprise and happiness when I spoke…. I knew everything really was going to be all right. He loved me, and I made sure he knew he was never going to leave me again. I know I don’t usually show much emotion, but somehow it’s different with Zuko. Holding him close, feeling his breath on my neck as he held me, kissing him again, there was no way I could stop from smiling. And for the first time in a long time that didn’t bother me.
2nd-Sep-2008 04:09 pm (UTC) - Re: so, my mind has the habit of turning SHORT stories into something longer
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):
Suki was good, Mai had to give her that. But she hadn’t been forced to learn how to play when she was twelve. And as leader of the Kyoshi Warriors she’d had other things to occupy her time. Mai, on the other hand, had been stuck following her parents’ political career when they had been packed off to Omashu. She’d actually enjoyed beating their political friends at the game. No one expected a 15-year-old, and a girl at that, to be such a good Pai Sho player. Now she was amused at how Sokka tried to help Suki play. He was a terrible player, she’d already found that out. Zuko knew better than to try to help her, even though they were about equally matched. He was just relieved that she was making an effort to like and get to know his friends. Mai didn’t mind, they were decent people and they obviously meant a lot to him, so she’d try perhaps a little harder than normal, for him. Toph was annoying sometimes, but most of the time she actually enjoyed hanging out with them.

Mai pondered her next move. Zuko stood behind her chair with his hand on the back of it. Every so often he would twitch his fingers so they brushed her back. She loved being close to him. Suddenly she saw the perfect move. Suki scanned the board in disappointment, then looked up at her and grinned.

“Great game, Mai,” she said.

“Wha-?” Sokka stammered. Suki smiled up at him and patted his hand as it rested on her shoulder. “But-”

“You’ll have to give me a few tips sometime,” Suki said.

“You-” Sokka sputtered as he finally figured out what Mai did. There was such an expression of dismay on his face that all three of them couldn’t help but laugh.

Insert Word Here: BOOMERANG!
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: it sounds like it'll be tons of fun :p
2nd-Sep-2008 06:27 pm (UTC) - Re: so, my mind has the habit of turning SHORT stories into something longer
WELL, HELLO! You've been accepted as Mai! The first thing you need to do (if you haven't already done so) is join this community, atla_aftermath, as well as atla_dailylog. Then, you'll need to create a journal for Mai, which you'll join (again) the two communities so everything can be organized. When that's settled, watch out for for friendslocked posts concerning development of the RP! (And if you get confused you can just ask me... because I will be like 2ft away from you.) ;)
3rd-Sep-2008 02:42 am (UTC) - Teo App
Name / Username: Kathy / katakokk
Age: 14
Character You're Applying For: Teo
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character): I'd wanted to challenge Aang to another glider race after the coronation-for old times' sake, not to mention I've been working on some of my glider skills-but he's been swept away into all the duties of rebuilding an entire world, so...I guess not. Poor guy...

Sokka stopped me while I was searching for Haru and The Duke during Fire Lord Zuko's coronation party. Said something about a diary-um, "manly journal" (and I quote)-with an extremely excited look on his face, then shoved some kind of brown book at me. I think I caught him saying something about keeping a record of some sort?

Anyways, I can't believe the war is actually over! It feels pretty much the same as it did during the war, but at the same time, it's totally different! It's hard to explain, but it's an amazing feeling. I'm not sure what Dad's going to do now that he's not making weapons anymore, but we'll definitely find a way to help. I've never lived in a world without war (Aang has, so I suppose I'll have to ask him about that when he has time), but I can tell that it's going to be great!

Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person): Teo laughed, whirling around against the backdrop of a fading blue and vibrant mauve almost-night sky. The party had gotten to stuffy, and after a while, he'd gotten his glider, searched around until he found a nice slope in the royal gardens, and launched himself into the air with delight. It was absolutely exhilarating to fly, just like it was every other time, but this flight was different. It was special.

The nobles could celebrate the end of the war by opening fine flasks of wine, or throwing elaborate galas, but Teo had his own way of rejoicing. Nothing beat a thrlling, wild flight of unbrindled happiness; a joy flight. He looped through the air, whooping with sheer glee. Nothing beat flying with wild abandon.

Silently, a green-clad figure crept out from behind a fancy shrub and gave a shout, nearly knocking Teo out of the air in shock.

"Hey, Teo! You're going to miss the desserts! And don't count on The Duke or me saving any for you!"

Insert Word Here: Boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: I've always wanted to RP, and post-war!Avatar is too sweet.
10th-Sep-2008 04:33 am (UTC) - Re: Teo App
Hello! Sorry for the late reply! :)

You've been accepted as Teo! The first thing you need to do (if you haven't already done so) is join this community, atla_aftermath as well as atla_dailylog . Then, you'll need to create a journal for Teo, which you'll join (again) the two communities so everything can be organized. When that's settled, watch out for for friendslocked posts concerning development of the RP! Be sure to check out the Weekly Bulletins and this post, as well!.
11th-Sep-2008 12:43 am (UTC) - Re: Teo App
Hey! This would be my RP journal, and my AIM is nothandicapped15. :D I'm getting icons ASAP.
12th-Sep-2008 07:05 pm (UTC) - Re: Teo App
Don't forget to add the characters' journals to Teo's friend list~
4th-Sep-2008 04:15 am (UTC) - Hakoda Application (1/2)
Name / Username: Laura/ Liquidwinged/ my AIM is Wonderbreadness
Age: 16
Character You're Applying For: Hakoda
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know why my boy has everyone doing one of these things, the spirits know I’m already pretty busy when it comes to rebuilding the tribe but I’ll do it just for him. I’ll do anything for the both of them, especially after I spoken to darkly by my daughter, telling me that I deserted them a couple years ago. Of course that broke my heart and sent the pieces fluttering down into the pit of my stomach. I felt so guilty for having out them through this and honestly, how does a father respond to that? Say, “I’m sorry it happened and here is a little gift I picked up for you two over in the Earth Kingd- I mean colonies? Oh did I forget to mention that in the last couple years we’ve barely escaped alive and left the two of you orphans and the tribe man-less?” No, that was not how to do it and thankfully I have been redeemed in my little girl’s eyes.

Did I ever mention that she looks just like her? It’s an uncanny resemblance and I cannot stop my hand from quavering as I scribble this down much to my dismay.

Ok, I'm back so where was I? Right… Speaking of family resemblances I wonder why Sokka always scoots closer to that girl or when he looks at her in that way when he thinks she’s not looking. Suki, wasn't that her name? Well, something tells me that I was not too different when I was his age much to my surprise; of course that something being Bato. That meathead would always laugh when I'd try to shift as close as I could to the girl of my dreams, no doubt prompting Gran-Gran to yell out that the lovebug wasn’t contagious. Spirits, I remember my frustration and her different blends and shades of red that colored her cheeks, not too mention the part where I’d stuff my face into the furs of my coat. Like that wasn’t something to die of embarrassment…I really do miss her.

Maybe this journal will do some good for me, after all Sokka's innovative ideas always work out. That's my boy.

4th-Sep-2008 04:17 am (UTC) - Hakoda Application (2/2)
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):

Hakoda knew that there was nothing better than a quick stroll to get his mind off of things- even if it was the middle of the night and the rest of his warriors slept in their skin tents. Tomorrow was the day that they were to set sail for the South Pole, the day families would be reunited and fathers would tear up. Briefly his mind sidetracked to the possibility of a baby boom in little less than a year but the light scraping of his hide boots against the grains of the beach underneath stole his musings. The chief sighed heavily and rubbed his temples with his fingers gently in an attempt to soothe his racing mind. What would he do now that all this was over? He walked with heavy steps on the weeds surrounding the gradient of the beach, worn hands now fiddling with the edges of the right hand covering so that it rested more easily around his fingers. More than that though it was an action of anxiety. What would it be like, returning to an empty tent with no Katara or Sokka…or Kya? The warrior exhaled once more and looked up at the full moon, beaded hair whisking across the side of his salt-worn skin, remembering that Sokka had mentioned something about a girl and spirits of some sort. That and Katara and the Avatar had done something for their sister tribe as well.

He’d have to ask his son about that later.

Hakoda bit his lip as the silence drew out and winced as he drew blood, the thought of his late wife having instantly bubbled up to the surface of his mind. He had not felt the same after Kya’s death and it felt oddly like half of him was missing. As if underneath the tunic covering his torso was a gaping hole that she had taken with her. And she had. The fact that Hakoda looked at his daughter and saw her as well was something that tugged at his heartstrings as well and he resisted telling her of such. It was obvious which child took after which side of the family and it was with an exaggerated sigh that Bato had told him about his son’s sense of humor. The Southern Water Tribe warrior sighed for the umpteenth time and shook his head softly, not in disagreement but to shake away and dispel his thoughts.

The man swung his legs over the outcroppings of the beach and gazed out at the ocean, the push and pull of the waves slowly letting leak emotions from the tired façade he had kept all along.

As he moved his gaze away from the shore towards the specks of lights to his left he would let his fingers cradle his adorned chin, his lips letting out a soft hum of beautiful notes. It was her song. The song was an old love song that Kya used to sing into their children’s cradles, the same one she used to sing when he buried his face into her feathery hair. He still remembered the aroma. The widower knew that there were no words to it, just a soft and sweet melody, lulling his heartache to nothingness.

Insert Word Here: Boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: Because post-warATLA would be too epic not too? That and this looks like a lot of fun!
10th-Sep-2008 04:37 am (UTC) - Re: Hakoda Application (2/2)
Hello, hello!

Small scenario to run past you as a test! Hope you don't mind. :)

Say Hakoda runs into Sokka and Suki getting intimate--how would he react? Feel free to do both a first person and a third person example!
13th-Sep-2008 02:32 am (UTC) - Re: Hakoda Application (2/2)
1st Person Example:

I still unsure how to react to what I just happened to come across today but somehow I know it is all my fault. Note to self: Never leave him alone in the tribe with a bunch of women whose husbands are off at sea. He’ll never learn a thing about limitations.

I guess I should start from the beginning. I am, by nature, a very light sleeper. It usually takes only the shifting of someone in their furs to rip me from any dream I may have been having and it happens all too often.

But I can’t help myself, I am a hunter of men and animals, and both were prey that could come sneaking up on you in the middle of the night. There were times when it is was possible for me to sleep deeply, but the slumber that was this was nothing but a shallow pool of unconsciousness. Even with Sokka and Katara this did not change, I’m ashamed to admit. It’s just been so long, two years I would guess. No longer did I know the sound of their breathing, or the rustling of their blankets as they tossed in their sleep.
So it was one of these nights that I awoke to a muffled noise, and I jumped from my furs to go investigate. Needless to say it wasn’t what I expected it to be and upon opening the door, I quickly shut it. Was that my son half-naked with a girl? But it wasn’t just any girl, it was the one named Suki that Sokka had told me he was dating. Oh boy, I hadn’t known it had developed this early in the game.

Was I that affected by hormones at 15?

I rubbed the corners of my eyes with the side of my hand, and opened the door a crack. They knew they had been caught and sat there guiltily and with newfound interest for their discarded shoes. They looked like a couple of wolf pups with their fidgety expressions and tails tucked discreetly between their legs. I noticed that Sokka had in fact put his shirt back on and the Kyoshi warrior had straightened out her hair and opened the door further. Flexing my finger towards myself I motioned for him to follow me, unsure of how to approach this matter. So I waited against the wall, prepping myself for a very uncomfortable heart-to-heart with my eldest son.

When he opened the door he came hunched over and with those big puppy dog eyes I often see the Avatar give Katara subconsciously when he really wants something. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep the laughter from bubbling up; they always worked on her and she’d succumb rather easily. But I had to resist them and Sokka fully knew the consequences of his actions.

“Sokka…” I began easy and gently, stepping forward to clap the lad on the shoulder and I searched his eyes for some sort of response. When I saw none, I continued. “You and I are more alike than you’ll ever know and I think it’s about time that I talk to you to clear up the information concerning certain urges you might feel. I can’t blame you really. Growing up the beginning of your teenage years with our tribe’s women is not the most pleasant thing,” I laughed nervously and, knowing my son, he probably paled in fear of what was to come.

I know I did when I was given ‘the talk’ by my mother. Gran-Gran was never the… how do I put it… the best giver of such information.

Nevertheless I continued, mentally uncomfortable and by the sweat on my son's temples not the only one on the boat. A Koalaotter could probably give a better speech than me and as soon as I had finished I sent him off to bed, me myself shuffling back to my own room as well. It was a little while later that I heard murmuring from their room and heard how quickly the girl's footsteps were as she slipped out of Sokka's room under the cover of darkness. My stomach flipped and I did feel a little guilty after the incident but I knew that in a week that all the awkwardness would be gone.

But if the apple was anything like the tree, he'd be back to his old antics by morning.
18th-Sep-2008 07:13 pm (UTC) - Re: Hakoda Application (2/2)
3rd Person Example:

Hakoda leaned against the wall as he exhaled sharply; Sokka’s shadow now fading as the boy hurried to get as far away from any human contact. The image of his red-hued features would have been comical (he had to cough to cover his quirk of amusement) had it been not for memories of his own experience during ‘the talk’ rushing back.

The grown man shivered a little.

So here he was against the nippy wall, trying to find a way to calm his racing mind. Moments earlier he had caught him bare-chested with his girlfriend towards the middle of the night. The chief had been on his way to the kitchen of their temporary lodgings for a cup of tea to calm his restless brain but some curious sounds had caught his attention. And thus, he had sidetracked from his flavored escapade and had gone snooping around to see what was causing such strange noises.

He’d blame his hunter’s instincts, his daughter would say it was the natural born curiosity that ran in the family and his son would say that his father was out to ruin the perfect moment. Hakoda honestly didn’t know who to believe right now.

Pressing his ear to the blockade that was the door he grinned devilishly like a child who had just figured out where his parents had hid the presents every Winter Solstice festival. It was a trait that if you noticed was shared by a certain wolf-tailed 15-year old. Of course, Hakoda had not known what was on the other side and finally letting his curiosity get the better of him, he slowly leaned against the door and opened it with great care. Immediately the great feeling of discovery had dissipated and he stood there with a gaping expression, the feeling in the pit of his stomach feeling almost like guilt.

The water tribe warrior had recognized the flushed girl from their days at the Boiling Rock and, by the fleeing look on hers and his son’s faces it seemed as if they were about to get to know each other so much more intimately.

When he had called Sokka a man before the end of the war, he hadn’t meant for this aspect to develop so quickly.

And so there he was, one mortified son and one more conversation later. His footsteps creaking as he finally lifted himself from his post, he went to go get his tea then stopped in his tracks. Deciding against it, he pivoted on one foot and returned to his room. The father shut his door and dropped in his furs, groaning and feeling his age catch up with him for a flightily moment.

There was no amount of tea that was going to lull him to sleep tonight.
18th-Sep-2008 07:14 pm (UTC) - Re: Hakoda Application (2/2)
Sorry for the wait, some things came up and I wanted enough time to work on this properly.
19th-Sep-2008 10:53 pm (UTC) - Re: Hakoda Application (2/2)
Hello~ You've been accepted as Hakoda! The first thing you need to do (if you haven't already done so) is join this community, atla_aftermath as well as atla_dailylog . Then, you'll need to create a journal for Hakoda, which you'll join (again) the two communities so everything can be organized. When that's settled, watch out for for friendslocked posts concerning development of the RP! Be sure to check out the Weekly Bulletins and this post, as well!
16th-Sep-2008 12:05 am (UTC) - Ty Lee Application 1/2
Hello, and I hope I'm not breaking the rules of the community (I'm relatively new here, so forgive me if I'm not supposed to send this in yet). I recently sent in a request to join the community, but I figured that I should post my application as well, just to get it out of the way. Thanks!

Name/Username: Meg, or star-sketch
Age: Thirteen
Character You're Applying For: Ty Lee
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):

It's amazing how a simple change can alter your life. I might just be having trouble settling in, but ever since I've set foot on Kyoshi Island, I've felt this way and know that others feel it, too. Whenever I do the exercises with the other girls, they try not to correct me too much. They treat me like one of their own, knowing that the war's over now and I don't pose any threat at all. But I can feel it in the air, the kind of... "exclusion" that sends something in your chest sinking. It's the feeling of getting in the way of things, the feeling of not-belonging. I know it's because I'm not a Kyoshi Warrior at heart, and truthfully, I know I'll never really be. I love the girls- they're my friends, and they'll be there for me no matter what. But they're connected by this sisterly bond of sorts, and the most I can do is put the makeup on and pretend to be part of it.


Back at the Fire Nation, when we were about twelve or so, Mai and I used to talk together, wondering about our futures, our lives, and whatever else we could think of. At the end of the afternoon, when the sun started to sink, she'd show me how she was coming along with her favorite hobby. She would take the knife in her hand, arch it back in a perfect circle, and hurl it at the tree she loved to sit under. She always hit her target perfectly, a little smile in her eyes. I liked the way her eyes smiled- they shone with joy and made me feel warm inside. I was proud of her the way Azula never was.


When she hurled the knives and I watched, I always stood beside her, fearless, because I knew that no matter what, even if Mai had her eyes closed and her back turned and her hair on fire, she would never, ever hurt me with that knife. Not even if Azula forced her to! So I told myself that I would always watch out for her, and when I left her back at the Fire Nation to start a new life, I knew that I would keep the promise no matter where she was.


It's different in Kyoshi Island. When Suki leans back and gets ready to throw her fans, I can't keep myself from flinching as if she's aiming for me. I trust the Kyoshi Warriors with my life, but it's a different sort of thing. It's the same feeling that makes me cringe whenever I spar with a warrior friend and they get too close, even though I know they're not going to hurt me. It's different, because I was born in the Fire Nation and grew up there. I was never meant to be a Kyoshi Warrior; I guess I'm only pretending to be. And it hurts when I see all those townspeople, huddling along the sidewalks when I walk out of the dojo, like they're expecting me to lash out at them. I think it's because they know that I'm not one of them, and I don't think I'll ever see me like one.


There's a bright side to all this, though. I'll be excited to see the snow when winter comes around. I'll always write letters to Mai, even if she's too busy being the Fire-Lord's-Future-Wife to reply. And maybe I'll fit in a little, but I'll never really be accepted here. The whole point of coming here was making new friends, but throw the makeup and customs and strange food in and I guess I'm already doubting myself a little. I always thought fans were for hot days, but now I know that you can hurt somebody with them. It gives me a sad feeling when something whizzes by and I try to follow it with my eyes, expecting it to be one of Mai's knives but realizing it's a steel-edged fan instead. And when I see who threw it, I know that there's no smile in their eyes, just a sort of look that makes me think that they never really cared for it at all.
16th-Sep-2008 12:11 am (UTC) - Ty Lee Application 2/2
(Journal Sample, cont.) I'll remember what life used to be like, though, because it's the one thing in the world that I don't need to have in common with these girls. They have their past and friends, and I have mine. Maybe that'll make this new start so much more rewarding in the end!

Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):

Ty Lee was going for good. And Ty Lee would be happy to go- not because she was leaving her friend, but because she was entering a new life. Somewhere where rules didn't forbid the daughters of noblemen to slip away and join circuses. Somewhere where fear couldn't be used to manipulate people, where friends were friends and there were no strings attached.

The warriors huddled around her now, a cloud of green swallowing the pink. She had slipped out of Mai's house, hoping to be undetected, when Suki and the others approached her with the pulse of teenage-girl excitement half-hidden by their masks of solemnity.

"If you think I'm good enough, I'll be honored to join you," she found herself saying. Her words came out in a breath, as if a split-second hesitation would make her bite them back. She stood there, waiting. Several girls grinned, and Suki had looked at her with the wise air of one that had seen something like this before but was still swayed by it.

"Well then, we'll give it a try," she attempted, and Ty Lee nodded, gave a little, appreciative half-bow to the leader, and then gave into the excitement and hugged all her new sisters, trying hard not to notice that they embraced her back with stiff, hesitant smiles. She stepped back, a grin still etched onto her face, then allowed a look back at the stately nobleman's house. The light still flickered in Mai's little corner, and she felt something inside want to run back to her, say everything that she hadn't said, and stay in the Fire Nation, where life went on. Boring, uneventful life, but life as she had known it before.

"If you don't mind..." she started absentmindedly, and the leader of the girls nodded once and said nothing more, directing the other girls away with a single glance. Ty Lee watched how the girls moved as one, as a group, and found herself remembering being part of the circus. How she, as different as she was, had been same and accepted in the topsy-turvy family that lived in tents. And yet, amidst the uniformed girls that were a single unit, she felt like she didn't belong just yet. She was different. An outsider, still. Even the excitement of the evening hadn't shielded her from that fact.

She turned back to the silhouette of the house that stood quietly in the dark. There it would remain, forever. Ty Lee couldn't drag it to Kyoshi, she couldn't take Mai with her, she couldn't be in two places at once. If she took one good look at it, at what was present before everything had changed, maybe it would stay in her mind somehow. She studied the house, remembering how they had played as children there, war the farthest thing from their minds. Somehow, it felt as if she would be farther apart from everything than she ever had been before, even when she had been back in Ba Sing Se and all the other places she had been with Azula. This time, she was on her own, and the miles would be longer. The miles would be lonely, and she would have to bear them by herself.

Quietly, she turned away from the half-lit house and followed the girls into the night, the auras of what used to be flickering faintly behind her.

Insert Word Here: boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: All these talented members are sure to make the aftermath of the series as enjoyable as the show itself! If I get accepted, I know it'll be fun having a chance to be a part of it.
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