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trainingwings2013-09-24 03:58 pm
tea_lover64) wrote in trainingwings2013-09-24 03:58 pm
Winter Spring Summer and Fall...
Player Name: Peter
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Iroh
Character Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
[It was a pleasant day for a walk around, the leaves were changing colors, creating a scenic view for residents. This place wasn't exactly what he had hoped for in his retirement, but life had a funny way about it. The best way in Iroh's view to deal with such problems was, of course, to have a relaxing cup of tea. He had been enjoying his walk greatly, but now it was time to find a nice place to sit.]
Mmmmm. Where would be a good place to sit?
[He stroked his beard thoughtfully as he looked around the park. He decided to go a little way away from where he heard the sounds of a game. He enjoyed the sounds of livelihood and youth, but on a practical standpoint, it could cause his tea to be spilled, a very sad fate indeed.
It was a slight hill where the tree stood, and he could get a very good view of the place as he brewed his tea. He supposed others could get a view of him as well, but old men brewing some tea was not such an unusual thing, at least in his experience back home.]
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Iroh
Character Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
[It was a pleasant day for a walk around, the leaves were changing colors, creating a scenic view for residents. This place wasn't exactly what he had hoped for in his retirement, but life had a funny way about it. The best way in Iroh's view to deal with such problems was, of course, to have a relaxing cup of tea. He had been enjoying his walk greatly, but now it was time to find a nice place to sit.]
Mmmmm. Where would be a good place to sit?
[He stroked his beard thoughtfully as he looked around the park. He decided to go a little way away from where he heard the sounds of a game. He enjoyed the sounds of livelihood and youth, but on a practical standpoint, it could cause his tea to be spilled, a very sad fate indeed.
It was a slight hill where the tree stood, and he could get a very good view of the place as he brewed his tea. He supposed others could get a view of him as well, but old men brewing some tea was not such an unusual thing, at least in his experience back home.]