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17th-Aug-2008 03:51 pm
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We are currently taking applications for the following characters! 

08-25-08 The list has been updated!  Please look before applying~

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Post all applications here, please! We will get back to you as soon as possible.

21st-Aug-2008 08:22 pm (UTC)
I REALLY want to join in but wont because for some reason I've been having difficulties composing my thoughts correctly as of late. O__o So my sample entry would probably be incomprehensible at best. xD
21st-Aug-2008 08:26 pm (UTC)
Well, if you watch the other community you can see how things develop!
21st-Aug-2008 10:36 pm (UTC)
Would it be possible to claim Mai for this rp so I can get on the app and have it posted within the weekend- or is that not available?
21st-Aug-2008 10:38 pm (UTC)
We're not truly deciding until next week, anyways, so there'd be no need for claiming/reserving a spot! Nothing's set in stone yet, so whenever you get the application in (hopefully by next week) will be great! We've been hoping for a Mai applicant, too. :)
21st-Aug-2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
Name / Username: Rebecca/ spanish_silver
Age: Almost 19
Character You're Applying For: Sokka
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):
Dear Diary.

Hah! As if warriors ever wrote diary entries! No, this is more of a captain's log, or maybe a historian's notes on an epic poem. Someday they're going to want to write down the story of Avatar Aang and they better get it right! I mean, look at what the Ember Island players did to us! And they didn't get the ending right at all. First of all, they forgot the airship slice.

And I like to think I was a little more helpful on the Avatar's journey than comic relief.

That's right, I did a lot of helpful things! I may not have bendy powers like Katara or Toph or Zuko, and maybe I can't jump across a crowd and climb up a wall like Suki, and maybe I can't cook like Iroh. But it was my brilliant plan that got everyone out of prison. And did you see me take out those soldiers after saving Toph when we took out those airships?! No one believes that I did that! Toph won't even back me up because she didn't "see" me do it. I say next time I'm holding her from a thousand-foot drop by her fingertips and we're attacked by Fire Nation soldiers, she can save herself.
21st-Aug-2008 11:24 pm (UTC) - Too-long rp sample, but I couldn't resist the innuendos.
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):
Sokka grunted under the weight of a gilded box longer than he was tall. Waddling over to the enormous bed--the only functional piece of furniture in his post-Fire-Nation-taking-over-the-world room--he plopped the trunk down, cringing at the sickening crack of the wooden frame. Oops.

He'd let Zuko find out about that later.

In the meantime, he would amuse himself with this gift box, a goody-bag of sorts filled with thank-yous and presents from all over the world. They were all for the Avatar, of course, but Aang didn't really seem to need any more thanks. Everyone was waiting on him hand and foot, giving him anything and everything he wanted. He was busy making the world go back to normal. He didn't have time for toys. Aang had almost been grateful when Sokka offered to take them off his hands.

Or maybe that was Sokka's imagination. But even Katara had gotten gifts from the Grampaku and the Northern Water Tribe, and Zuko had his I'm-the-new-Fire-Lord parties, and Toph had had her parents' letters read to her already. And Sokka had gotten nothing. Nothing! Didn't anyone appreciate all the effort he had put in to saving the world and defeating the Fire Lord and helping Aang through the confusing times of puberty? (And who knew Katara better than he did?) From where he stood, he deserved a little something for his trouble.

Sokka flipped open the lid and instantly things started falling out. How tightly had this thing been packed? Letters, jewelry, a wood carving of Appa (complete with painted blue arrow), a knife with the Earth kingdom emblem on the hilt, a painting of Avatar Roku from his younger days. Where did they find this stuff? He guessed Aang might actually want some of it, but choked at the thought of lugging the trunk back to Aang's room. He'd like this cute widdle Appa. And this painting of Roku. And this boomerang.

What?! Sokka picked up a smooth white boomerang, its edges dull enough to hold safely but hard and probably lethal if used with enough force. The characters for water, earth, fire, and air decorated one side. This couldn't be a present for Aang. This was a present from someone who knew Sokka, and knew he'd lost his boomerang. He raised an eyebrow and stroked his chin. No mystery could defeat his quick wit.

He only had to dig a little deeper in the chest of wonders to find a clue. Shortly after he and his sister had discovered Aang in the iceberg, they had made a pitstop on Kiyoshi Island, where he had learned a little from his to-be-girlfriend about the fighting power of makeup. They had left the village after Zuko flattened it, but he'd taken the Kiyoshi warrior costume with him. He'd wondered what had happened to it. He had assumed Katara chucked it while she was packing their stuff onto Appa.

But folded neatly beneath some silk robes and a coupon for Earth Kingdom cabbages was the heavy green dress worn by Kiyoshi's finest, the buckles and armor that went along with it, and a small box of white, red, and black face makeup.

Sokka remembered where Suki would be at this time of the evening, smirked deviously, and dropped his pants.

Insert Word Here: boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: Because I need to make some sweet sweet loving to suspicious's chest of wonders
26th-Aug-2008 02:14 am (UTC) - Mai
Name / Username: Kathy / katakokk
Age: 14 (as of today! :D)
Character You're Applying For: Mai
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character): I am bored.

The days are long, dull meetings with dignitaries who can never be satisfied and nobles all itching for favor. It's disgusting. The nights are either dull, politically important "parties" (that are actually political talks with music and drinks) or mountains of paperwork.

Unfortunately, the Fire Lord's girlfriend isn't allowed to sign and review paperwork for him, even if she can sign his name better than he can. So I'm writing. In a diary. Like the ten-year-old noblemen's daughters who want to be grown-up. Ugh.
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person): Mai hated parties. In fact, if she had it her way, there would be no wedding reception when she got married (to Zuko, of course; he wouldn't be breaking up with her ever). Maybe she could start a new trend. Or earn the blasphemous glares from the palace staff in charge of the wedding, and the noblewomen who did nothing but gossip and embroider. Not like they really mattered.

She had spent the entire day with Zuko in political negotiations, and was not going to stand around smiling (for Agni's sake, who smiled when talking about politics?) like a doll on her weary boyfriend's arm while two-faced men argued politics. Nor was she joining in the women's gossip.

Mai did not hate gossip. She didn't hate the noblewomen for having their hobby, silly as it was. She simply had no reason to gossip. She hadn't any reason to whisper conspiratorily about who had done what most recently. There was no point.

Mai did not hate politics either. They were rather dull, but the talks were something to do. Not to mention that she was rather good at it.

But the only thing she wanted to do right now was to grab Zuko, escape the incredibly boring "party," and snuggle up on a nice, long sofa. And maybe have Zuko order a servant to find her a rose-petal-topped fruit tart.
Insert Word Here: Boomerang! ♥
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: I have always wanted to RP, and the opportunity presented itself. And post-war is EPIC!intriguing. And win. :D
2nd-Sep-2008 04:56 am (UTC) - Re: Mai
Hello! I'm very sorry, but you're not quite what we're looking for in regards to Mai as a character, though we think you'd be great as anyone else (perhaps Teo or The Duke?) if you'd like to apply again.

(You seem to do better as an upbeat character; and your comment earlier about possibly not being able to keep up with the RP makes us think a minor character might be easier for you! :D)

Edited at 2008-09-02 04:59 am (UTC)
27th-Aug-2008 11:02 pm (UTC)
Is it any sort of possibility to apply for characters whose names are not listed (namely Piandao and/or On-Ji)? I'm having a bit of trouble deciding, and I wanted to know. Thanks!
27th-Aug-2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
You can apply for whoever you want, even if they're not listed! :) Plus, if you feel like you can take on more than one character, then go for it.
29th-Aug-2008 01:39 am (UTC) - On-Ji Application
Name / Username: Araine/araine
Age: Seventeen
Character You're Applying For: On-Ji
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):
School has been a little different lately.

I think that arithmetic has been the only subject to stay the same, and I’m a little grateful that no matter what war we’re in, a triangle still equals 180-degrees. Everything else seems to have changed! It’s a little bit… unnerving.

Did we really attack the Air Nomads, unprovoked? Or take prisoners from the Southern Water Tribe? Does the rest of the world really hate the Fire Nation? I guess I just… never really thought of it that way before.

Does that make me a bad person? I hope not, but I guess I just don’t really know right now.

Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):
On-Ji smiled and waved at her friends, who smiled and waved back as she walked quickly over toward them. On her way she bypassed fellow students - all still marked by their school uniform that most still wore, even if the standards were now more lax - something not all of her teachers were happy with.

“Morning!” she greeted the two girls - Asa and Su-chen.

They smiled. “Hey, On-Ji.”

The schoolyard didn’t look any different than it always had, with its crumbling walls and red-tiled roofs. On-Ji was glad to see that. The students, however, seemed different - a little bit timid, almost, afraid to say anything out of line.

What was out of line anymore, anyways?

Well, things had happened, hadn’t they? They had changed - and maybe change wasn’t so bad. So what was the use not talking about it?

“Can you believe Kuzon is really the Avatar?” she asked, startling her friends. It was something even she couldn’t hardly believe. And to think she’d actually thought of him the way she had. Of course he’d had a beautiful, talented girlfriend!

“I think his name’s supposed to be Aang,” Asa murmured.

Hide, as he was walking by, grumbled under his breath about “insolent little brats” and how the Fire Lord should have taught that punk a lesson. On-Ji flushed at her boyfriend’s behavior, and grimaced slightly. Hide was kind of a jerk lately.

“You should break up with him,” Su-chen said, a little too loudly. “He didn’t even say hi to you!”

On-Ji was thinking the same thing.

Insert Word Here: boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: I’ve done lots of RP on other sites, but never on LJ before, and I really wanted to try at least once. This looks really interesting, and I love post-finale Avatar stuff anyways, so it sounded perfect!
2nd-Sep-2008 04:34 am (UTC) - Re: On-Ji Application
Welcome! You've been accepted as On-Ji! 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 On-Ji, 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!
29th-Aug-2008 01:40 am (UTC)
Name / Username: Araine/araine
Age: Seventeen
Character You're Applying For: Piandao
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):
My once-student Sokka has asked us to write frequent journals, and I believe the idea is a good one, now that we are at peace. That boy really is too innovative for his own good.

I must say that it was an honor to participate in one of the great legends of our time. To strive against the evils of this world, and test the strength of my blade against my enemies. To finally stand up for ideals I, and others, believe in.

Still, the time now is for peace. For enjoying relaxing tea - if you are General Iroh - or even some cool sake with a hint of lemon. For comrades to go their separate ways, and for new friends to be made. A time to practice the time-honored traditions of our people. A time for harmony.

A time to rebuild.

The best of luck to the new Fire Lord, and all of the companions of the Avatar.

Perhaps I should consider taking another student. If only they weren’t incessantly lacking in humility.

Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):
It was quiet in the early morning, the jungle mist giving the air of the estate a mystical quality. Living alone had its drawbacks sometimes, but it also came with plenty of advantages.

Piandao took a deep, steadying breath and dabbed the well-worn brush into the black ink. In a moment, his sharp eyes took in the smooth white surface of the rice paper - a thousand possibilities rested with this paper. He could paint any character there - the possibilities were almost limitless, endless hidden potential for beauty.

Ahh, metaphors for life and swordsmanship. Because to Piandao, they were one and the same - a swordsman must be skilled not only in his craft, but in life as well.

Confidently, the swords-master raised his brush and brought it down onto the paper.

Strokes - across, across, down. Sixteen in all, patterned after his breathing. The black marks stark against the white paper - drying quickly, permanent on the white paper.


Piandao smiled.

He lifted the brush a second time, and - using less ink than before - quickly added a small, circular flower motif in the lower right-hand corner. A simplified version of what one might see on a Pai Sho tile.


The swords-master stood to let his calligraphy dry, in order to attend to the light breakfast his butler had left for him.

Insert Word Here: boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: I’ve done lots of RP on other sites, but never on LJ before, and I really wanted to try at least once. This looks really interesting, and I love post-finale Avatar stuff anyways, so it sounded perfect!
2nd-Sep-2008 04:35 am (UTC)
Welcome! You've been accepted as Piandao ! 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 Piandao , 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!
29th-Aug-2008 06:15 am (UTC) - Mai
Name/Username : Ana/side0glance
Age : 17
Character You're Applying For : Mai
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character) :
I would not admit to it. Never would I admit to it. It was a silly thing to do, Funny yes, but ultimately silly. And I am clearly not a silly person. I am not a goof. I am the collected one, the reserved one, not the silly goof. So never will I admit to it.
Zuko is the dork, the water bender (Katara, I think) is the emotional one, the blind earthbender is the slob, Ty Lee is the annoyingly hyper one, Azula is the psycho, and the avatar and that water tribe boy are the goofs. Not me. I am the bored one.
Yes it was fun, but I would never admit to it.
My reputation in on the line, and my mother would never hear the end of it. What would the people say? Heck she'd say it would affect my father's political career.
It may be just a silly thing, but I'll never admit to it.
It may seem like a small thing, something I really shouldn't hide so much, but I still have to keep face. Even if my boyfriend is the Fire Lord, even if my parents have a clear hold on their status, even if the war is over and I could be a bit loose. I would never admit to it.
Besides, there be no other witness. If ever there was, I know multiple ways to assure silence. The only person who saw me is Tom Tom, and I know he would be able to keep a secret. He knows what face I keep in front of people. Besides, I trust him enough to keep my secret.
Never would I admit that I enjoy making funny faces.
29th-Aug-2008 06:16 am (UTC) - Mai (continuation)
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):
With nothing else to do but wallow in absolute boredom, Mai found herself in a rather unlikely place, her brother's room. There was a grand party coming up, and her mother was busy with all the preparations.
She entered the room and saw her mother put Tom Tom down on the rug, telling him to be a good quiet boy and that he should let mommy do her work.
She saw Mai and invited her to help. Really? Sometimes mothers don't know much about their daughters.
Mai declined, insisting she'd rather stay with Tom Tom. And to emphasize her point, she sat down in front of her brother.
Her mother, somewhat dissapointed (a bit to her delight) left the two of them,but before shutting the door, reminded them to be good and quiet children and keep out of her hair.
She sighed utter relief that her mother had not really pestered her about it, and unlike other times, did not go into her long and winding speek on the parties and galas Mai would be doing when she becomes Fire Lady.
She looked at her brother, silently playing with his toys.
He caught her eye and she smiled. He gurgled and giggled, but caught himself. Looking ashamed, he returned to playing quietly.
Mai liked hearing him laugh, and it bothered her that a baby like Tom Tom would catch himself in the midst of laughter.
So she called him, and when he looked, she crossed her eyes and puffed her cheeks.
He laughed.
Then she stuck her tongue out and pulled her ears. He laughed harder.Then he caught himself again, quickly returning to his toys.
Odd. Really odd. Mai took the time to observe him. He reminded her of someone. A nagging feeling it was, watching him act that way. She can't recall who he acted like.
It couldn't be Zuko. The only similarities her brother and boyfriend had are their gender and high ponytail, the standard hairstyle of firenation boys.
It couldn't be Ty Lee. Never once had Ty Lee been so reserved and quiet. Never once had she not laughed when she wanted to.
It couldn't be Azula, thank Agni for that. Unlike the princess, Tom Tom was not commencing a mass excecution of his toys.
So who did he remind her of?
Then it hit her.
Alone, lonely, and told to behave and be quiet, Tom Tom reminded Mai of herself.
It was a sudden blow to her. Would he grow up like her? Would he be cold and unexpressive? Would he bottle up all his emotions? Would he grow up distant and bored? Would he be determined to be so well behaved that he ends up pushing almost everyone away? Would he?
Then a tougher question came to her: would she allow it?
Indeed, she had a tough childhood. Politics and appearances were number one. But that was during the war. Tom Tom would grow up in the era of peace.
She decided, then and there, that she would never allow her childhood be brought upon her brother. Taking him into her arms, surprising him, she made a promise, that unlike her, he will grow up happy and laughing.
Then she crossed her eyes, pulled her ear, stuck her tongue out, and blew a raspberry.
His laughs made being silly worth it, it made her more determined to keep her promise.
Insert Word Here:boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?: Why I want to join... Simply because I am a big fan ^.^
2nd-Sep-2008 05:08 am (UTC) - Re: Mai (continuation)
Hi there! I'm very sorry, but you're not quite what we're looking for in regards to Mai as a character, though we think you'd be great as anyone else (maybe Jun or Teo?) if you'd like to apply again. :D
2nd-Sep-2008 02:30 am (UTC) - Meng application
Name / Username:heyyoitsmj
Character You're Applying For:Meng
Sample of a Journal Entry (reflective in character):I used to think I had my entire life planned out. I would learn from Aunt Wu, marry a man with big ears, possibly have children, and take over as fortune-teller when Aunt Wu passed on. These were the main points to my future life. Everything else, I figured, would come in between.
I never used to think about the specifics, the little details. Aunt Wu was teaching me to see the details of everyone else's lives already; I had no time to go over my own.
Then the Avatar came to town, and I became obsessed with details.
The Avatar's name rhymed with mine. He was only a little older than me. He wore bright colors. I loved pink. And most importantly, he had big ears.
I overlooked the biggest and most important detail, the Water Tribe girl. Ugh. She was just so . . . perfect. The kind of girl any boy would go after.
I was the little fortune-teller's assistant. Who do you think he would choose?
So the Avatar left. I went back to my life plan. I tried to forget the boy with the big ears and the Water Tribe girl, who had so cleverly messed with two of my five main points. I tried to focus on only the details of other's lives.
And then the war ended. Thanks to the big-eared Avatar, and according to the rumors, the Water Tribe girl and her brother.
The worst detail was that they were touring. They were going around the world yet again, checking up on the places war had crushed, in between important meetings with royalty and officials. Aunt Wu had instantly predicted they'd come here, to everyone's delight. The Avatar had saved our whole village, after all.
For once I wish Aunt Wu would be wrong. I hate going into details.
Sample of a RP Entry (in character, third person):Meng had always hated her hair. She had tried everything from expensive shampoos to not washing it at all to cutting it short, but it refused to do anything but stick up like a mooselion's antlers from the sides of her head.
Aunt Wu wasn't very helpful about it, either.
"Darling, you have the heart of a lion turtle and a spirit's charm," she'd say. "With all that good inside you, what does it matter what your hair looks like?"
And then the discussion would end, and they would go back to the fortune-telling lesson.
Meng liked learning from Aunt Wu. Learning to read palms and decipher the future from smoke was much more interesting than studying math or the war.
The war was all anybody talked about these days. Meng figured that since it was over, it was over, and it still shouldn't be a thing of gossip. The war had never even come to their sleepy village.
But the Avatar had. So when people talked about the village, they talked about the Avatar, and when they talked about the Avatar, and they talked about the war.
Even worse, Aunt Wu talked about the war.
"Now that the war's over, Meng," she'd start, "You can go places. Travel. Ba Sing Se is lovely, I hear. And they have an excellent university."
"I like Makapu," Meng would state firmly. "I will meet my husband here, and become a fortune-teller." Aunt Wu would always sigh. Usually she would go back to the lesson, but one time she replied back.
"Meng, sometimes you need to change the future, or you will never have one," she said quietly.
Meng had stared at her, wide-eyed. "Don't you . . . don't you want me to be a fortune-teller?" she said alarmed.
Aunt Wu at once brushed away her serious tone and took Meng's face in her hands.
"Darling, I want you to be happy! And if you want to read the future, so be it!" She tried to smile reassuringly, but to Meng it looked sad. She patted her cheek fondly.
"But Meng, you must not let opportunities pass. Destiny is like hair, in a way. A fortune-teller knows that destiny cannot be planned or plotted, but with every decision it is shaped." And with that, they went back to the lesson.
The war was supposed to be over, but Meng felt like her world just started falling apart.
Insert Word Here:boomerang
Why do you want to join atla_aftermath?:Well, now with the show over, we have to let our minds wander somewhere! Plus, I love to write and this seems like a lot of fun!
2nd-Sep-2008 04:36 am (UTC) - Re: Meng application
Welcome! You've been accepted as Meng! 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 Meng, 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!
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
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!.
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!
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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