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1st Kata || Zuko || Unintentional Video followed by In Person
[The Blackberry is apparently recording from the floor, angled up to get a good feed of the edge of the bed. Someone dressed in white climbs off said bed, and a hoarse voice grumbles.]
Hello? Uncle? [More quietly.] What kind of place is this…?
[The person nearly steps on the Blackberry, and leans down, peering at it, giving it a good view of his face, scar, and golden eyes. Then he straightens, apparently dismissing the device from mind.]
Uncle, where are you? You better not be wasting time playing Pai Sho again or something…
[The teenager moves out of the camera’s frame; there’s the sound of footsteps, and then a door opens and closes. The camera continues to run for a minute or two, before flickering out.]
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Zuko warily stepped into the hall outside the room, glancing in both directions as he pulled the door shut behind him. The flickering lights overhead were a nuisance, and the dust teased his nose obnoxiously. What sort of filthy hovel was this? Had he fallen unconscious or something, and forced Uncle Iroh to drag him to shore? The thought was somewhat humiliating, but it seemed the most plausible explanation for waking up in this strange place.
It didn't explain why Uncle was nowhere in sight, however.
To his right the hall ended in a dead end, but to the left he could see a set of stairs; he turned and made his way towards them, listening for any sign of another's presence. "Uncle?" he called out, but not too loudly, not willing to draw too much attention to himself in this strange place, in case Uncle wasn't the nearest person at hand.
Hello? Uncle? [More quietly.] What kind of place is this…?
[The person nearly steps on the Blackberry, and leans down, peering at it, giving it a good view of his face, scar, and golden eyes. Then he straightens, apparently dismissing the device from mind.]
Uncle, where are you? You better not be wasting time playing Pai Sho again or something…
[The teenager moves out of the camera’s frame; there’s the sound of footsteps, and then a door opens and closes. The camera continues to run for a minute or two, before flickering out.]
-----
Zuko warily stepped into the hall outside the room, glancing in both directions as he pulled the door shut behind him. The flickering lights overhead were a nuisance, and the dust teased his nose obnoxiously. What sort of filthy hovel was this? Had he fallen unconscious or something, and forced Uncle Iroh to drag him to shore? The thought was somewhat humiliating, but it seemed the most plausible explanation for waking up in this strange place.
It didn't explain why Uncle was nowhere in sight, however.
To his right the hall ended in a dead end, but to the left he could see a set of stairs; he turned and made his way towards them, listening for any sign of another's presence. "Uncle?" he called out, but not too loudly, not willing to draw too much attention to himself in this strange place, in case Uncle wasn't the nearest person at hand.