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farsickness2021-05-19 02:56 am
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🔱 i counted days, i counted miles
WHO: Finnick Odair + Bucky Barnes / Finnick Odair + Daenerys Targaryen
WHEN: May
WHAT: Catching up with some acquaintances
WHERE: The inn and the road into town.
WARNINGS: Probable trauma/ptsd related trigger-happy twitchiness all around.
The Inn - Bucky
Finnick owes the fact that he got by in those first few days in the wilderness to a small number of people he met. He also knows that Annie owes something to the people she'd met when she'd arrived, too, and the two of them had one benefactor in common: Bucky, who'd lent Finnick a knife and given him supplies and gold, and bought Annie food and boots. The man had said that he'd wanted to help out someone who reminded him of himself, and that was intriguing enough to stick in Finnick's mind and make him want to know what had prompted it.
Finnick thinks he knows what Bucky had meant. To Finnick, it was the traits he'd recognize in a fellow victor. A wariness, a mistrust of the world around them and the way they looked for danger in every situation, no matter how seemingly mundane. The arena never really left the victors, but it seems that isn't as unique to victors as Finnick had once thought.
So he's been keeping an eye out for the other man at the inn, and on the evening when he sees him there, Finnick wanders across to the other man's table.
"Hey."
He looks a very different man to the wild-eyed survivor of the arena Bucky had first met: his clothes fit, his visible wounds are healed save for the unevenness in his skin tone on his face left by the chemical burns where the scars haven't yet faded. Perhaps the biggest change though is his demeanour: friendly, approachable, the sort of charismatic Finnick long ago learned to be for the world around him.
"Thought I'd give you this back," he says, offering up the knife Bucky had lent him, hilt-first.
On the Way into Gazin - Daenerys
Finnick and Annie have been starting to develop a plan. Between them, they're working on being able to fish enough to earn enough money to hire a boat. Finnick's lived off his fame and his winnings all his adult life, but here neither of those seems to mean anything, and Finnick and Annie are going to need to make some money. What she earned from selling her jewelry and what Bucky gave Finnick isn't going to last forever.
But he's been working on developing a trading relationship with one of the fishmongers, and when they can hire a boat, they should be able to really support themselves, in the way that Finnick's never had to do before.
He's been spending a lot of time at the river, installing and refining fish traps and working out the best fishing spots along the river.
Today, he's on his way back to the village with a broken trap in one hand; it looks like a long, bulbous basket that's been smashed on one end. Annoying, because it let the fish out, but possibly useful to help them build better traps.
As he's approaching Gazin, he sees a familiar figure ahead of him: a slight woman with hair so blonde it's almost white. He remembers her, and her name. So he smiles as he gets closer.
"Hello, Daenerys."
WHEN: May
WHAT: Catching up with some acquaintances
WHERE: The inn and the road into town.
WARNINGS: Probable trauma/ptsd related trigger-happy twitchiness all around.
The Inn - Bucky
Finnick owes the fact that he got by in those first few days in the wilderness to a small number of people he met. He also knows that Annie owes something to the people she'd met when she'd arrived, too, and the two of them had one benefactor in common: Bucky, who'd lent Finnick a knife and given him supplies and gold, and bought Annie food and boots. The man had said that he'd wanted to help out someone who reminded him of himself, and that was intriguing enough to stick in Finnick's mind and make him want to know what had prompted it.
Finnick thinks he knows what Bucky had meant. To Finnick, it was the traits he'd recognize in a fellow victor. A wariness, a mistrust of the world around them and the way they looked for danger in every situation, no matter how seemingly mundane. The arena never really left the victors, but it seems that isn't as unique to victors as Finnick had once thought.
So he's been keeping an eye out for the other man at the inn, and on the evening when he sees him there, Finnick wanders across to the other man's table.
"Hey."
He looks a very different man to the wild-eyed survivor of the arena Bucky had first met: his clothes fit, his visible wounds are healed save for the unevenness in his skin tone on his face left by the chemical burns where the scars haven't yet faded. Perhaps the biggest change though is his demeanour: friendly, approachable, the sort of charismatic Finnick long ago learned to be for the world around him.
"Thought I'd give you this back," he says, offering up the knife Bucky had lent him, hilt-first.
On the Way into Gazin - Daenerys
Finnick and Annie have been starting to develop a plan. Between them, they're working on being able to fish enough to earn enough money to hire a boat. Finnick's lived off his fame and his winnings all his adult life, but here neither of those seems to mean anything, and Finnick and Annie are going to need to make some money. What she earned from selling her jewelry and what Bucky gave Finnick isn't going to last forever.
But he's been working on developing a trading relationship with one of the fishmongers, and when they can hire a boat, they should be able to really support themselves, in the way that Finnick's never had to do before.
He's been spending a lot of time at the river, installing and refining fish traps and working out the best fishing spots along the river.
Today, he's on his way back to the village with a broken trap in one hand; it looks like a long, bulbous basket that's been smashed on one end. Annoying, because it let the fish out, but possibly useful to help them build better traps.
As he's approaching Gazin, he sees a familiar figure ahead of him: a slight woman with hair so blonde it's almost white. He remembers her, and her name. So he smiles as he gets closer.
"Hello, Daenerys."
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More than that, she enjoyed working with her hands, living as others did rather than the Queen in the Pyramid that she had been. She might be missing her children, but she was making herself useful, not simply to the people, but to herself as well. It was what kept her in good spirits, so she smiled at whoever she met during the day.
"Trouble with your basket?"
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He should be able to make something better, but it could just be that he'd found a spot in the river that wasn't good for fish traps. He misses his boat. He misses the crew he used to sail with occasionally. He misses knowing where he stood in District Four, even if that knowledge came with everything being a victor meant. It means spending a lot of time trying to learn the things here he'd known at home. He needs to build contacts, and he needs to find people who will be willing to let a stranger learn from them.
But to start with, he's just trying to build a small reputation as someone worth trading with. Which means catching enough fish to trade.
He holds up the broken trap.
"It's a fish trap. Or it was, before something smashed it and let the fish out."
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She glanced over the basket, having seen fish traps before but not really aware of how they worked. "Do you know how to repair it?" She asked, curious to watch. That might save her time later when her basket inevitably broke. "There are more quiet places at the river I could show you. There's a large patch of algae where a number of fish collect."
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He's been trying. And this, at least, is something he can do among many unfamiliar things in this place.
"Yeah, I can fix it. I just need some more good sticks the right size."
He looks across at her, interest clear in his expression at her offer.
"You've been here longer than me, I'd appreciate anywhere you know about. I've been exploring and trying some spots but it takes a bit of time to work out exactly where the best ones are."
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"You will fetch a good price for them." She nodded, willing to lead him further down so he could see it for himself. "There should be reeds nearby as well. It could help you fix the basket?" Exploring had at least proved profitable. Extra coin didn't hurt, given she didn't want to be a beggar again.
"I have honestly lost track of my days."