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Sep. 4th, 2010 10:58 pm[Azula's sitting out on the hotel suite's balcony, enjoying the night air and looking contemplative]
[she's fingering a necklace-- a simple gold chain-- that some might recognize as one that she always wears under her clothing, and in her hand is a hand-held tape recorder]
[she presses the "play" button, and her own tinny-sounding voice comes out of the little speakers:]
Say something.
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hotpinkaura follows:]
"Okay... hi, little machine thing. ... Okay, that just sounded stupid. Is that enough, Azula?"
[Azula rewinds; she plays the recording a few more times before setting the device down and staring off into the night]
[she's fingering a necklace-- a simple gold chain-- that some might recognize as one that she always wears under her clothing, and in her hand is a hand-held tape recorder]
[she presses the "play" button, and her own tinny-sounding voice comes out of the little speakers:]
Say something.
hotpinkaura follows:]"Okay... hi, little machine thing. ... Okay, that just sounded stupid. Is that enough, Azula?"
[Azula rewinds; she plays the recording a few more times before setting the device down and staring off into the night]
