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Who: Azula (peoplesprincess) AND YOU
When: June 1st, mid-day
Where: Winthers Lake
Summary: an open log for anyone enjoying the hot day down by the water
Warnings: none so far!
Without money for transit fare, Azula's movements were rather limited-- she had to walk everywhere. Three months ago this wouldn't have been a problem-- fighting, tracking, and training provided quite a lot of exercise-- but after so much time spent in a tiny prison cell or secured to a hospital bed, her muscle strength had declined from lack of use and her body wasn't in nearly as good shape as it had been in the past.
She had started out of her apartment to look for a place to train, only to be confronted with block upon endless block of the same bland city buildings. It hadn't taken long for her to grow weary from walking, and she had almost been ready to give up and turn back when she finally reached the edge of Sector 4 and crossed into what she would later find out was Sector 7. Here it was greener and more open, with space to move around and work. Still, she was tired from the long walk, and knew that she needed to rest at least for a little while before starting up-- the last thing she needed was a pulled muscle or a sprained ankle from a messy landing.
Seeing the water up ahead, Azula headed in that direction. If nothing else, at least the scenery would be somewhat more interesting.
When: June 1st, mid-day
Where: Winthers Lake
Summary: an open log for anyone enjoying the hot day down by the water
Warnings: none so far!
Without money for transit fare, Azula's movements were rather limited-- she had to walk everywhere. Three months ago this wouldn't have been a problem-- fighting, tracking, and training provided quite a lot of exercise-- but after so much time spent in a tiny prison cell or secured to a hospital bed, her muscle strength had declined from lack of use and her body wasn't in nearly as good shape as it had been in the past.
She had started out of her apartment to look for a place to train, only to be confronted with block upon endless block of the same bland city buildings. It hadn't taken long for her to grow weary from walking, and she had almost been ready to give up and turn back when she finally reached the edge of Sector 4 and crossed into what she would later find out was Sector 7. Here it was greener and more open, with space to move around and work. Still, she was tired from the long walk, and knew that she needed to rest at least for a little while before starting up-- the last thing she needed was a pulled muscle or a sprained ankle from a messy landing.
Seeing the water up ahead, Azula headed in that direction. If nothing else, at least the scenery would be somewhat more interesting.