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farsickness2022-01-28 10:42 pm
fishermansweater) wrote in farsickness2022-01-28 10:42 pm
🔱 One single thread of gold tied me to you | OPEN and CLOSED
WHO: Finnick Odair & open, Finnick Odair & Annie Cresta
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Having to work for a living, hating winter, and making a new friend WHERE: Around Gazin, at his and Annie's house. Tag him anywhere around town or help him rescue a cat
WARNINGS: None, for once
Gazin - OPEN
Finnick has never really liked winter.
Winter in District Four is mild. It rarely snows, rarely storms (that's for summer, for hurricanes and thunder and rain), and the coldest days he's ever experienced have all been in other districts, on occasions he'd rather not think too much about. But since he came here, he's had to work for a living, and work hard, like he never has before over a winter. The Victory Tours were a very different sort of work, and much shorter. Here, it's fishing, and heading further up the river to find better fishing as the fish lurk in darker, deeper pockets of water. He spends a lot of his time in the little boat he and Annie have hired, working harder to get his catch. He can be found in the boat, or with it, sometimes upstream and sometimes downstream of Gazin, depending on the day. If he sees anyone he recognizes from the city, he'll look up and raise a hand in something like a wave, and give a short greeting.
Later in the day, he's sometimes to be found in the marketplace, making the rounds first to sell his catch, then to find anything he and Annie need, and sometimes something they don't. The gifts are small things, mostly; one day there's a pretty little wooden box, another a hairpin, then some ribbons. Sometimes he stops to get something to eat, more often than not, wrapped in a cloak, he hurries back to the small house he and Annie rent.
One day, when he's on his way into the market, carting a basket of fish, he dawdles through some of the back streets, around to the edge of the market. It's the sort of morning when the cold bites, and he's got his cloak wrapped tight around his shoulders. He's only idly watching the people around him, letting his mind wander a little more than usual, when he hears a faint sound, one that someone less attuned to the world around them might not notice. It's a cold day, not raining but still wet from earlier rain, and somewhere, he hears a squeaking, mewling sound.
His steps slow to a stop, and he stares in the direction of the sound. For a moment, everything is still, then he hears the sound again and stares up, into a hollow in a tree where a pair of eyes are staring back.
"You ok up there?" he says, though he doesn't expect the cat to answer.
Home - For Annie
Later, Finnick carries the basket back to his and Annie's house. There's no fish in it now, and he's not wearing his cloak. Instead, it's in the basket, and the miserable little cat is nestled in the fabric, making the same complaining mews that had drawn his attention.
"It's ok," he says, softly. "Not far."
He's careful as he opens the door of his and Annie's home.
"Annie?" he says, careful not to speak loudly enough to startle his unplanned passenger. "Someone wants to meet you."
WHEN: Late January
WHAT: Having to work for a living, hating winter, and making a new friend WHERE: Around Gazin, at his and Annie's house. Tag him anywhere around town or help him rescue a cat
WARNINGS: None, for once
Gazin - OPEN
Finnick has never really liked winter.
Winter in District Four is mild. It rarely snows, rarely storms (that's for summer, for hurricanes and thunder and rain), and the coldest days he's ever experienced have all been in other districts, on occasions he'd rather not think too much about. But since he came here, he's had to work for a living, and work hard, like he never has before over a winter. The Victory Tours were a very different sort of work, and much shorter. Here, it's fishing, and heading further up the river to find better fishing as the fish lurk in darker, deeper pockets of water. He spends a lot of his time in the little boat he and Annie have hired, working harder to get his catch. He can be found in the boat, or with it, sometimes upstream and sometimes downstream of Gazin, depending on the day. If he sees anyone he recognizes from the city, he'll look up and raise a hand in something like a wave, and give a short greeting.
Later in the day, he's sometimes to be found in the marketplace, making the rounds first to sell his catch, then to find anything he and Annie need, and sometimes something they don't. The gifts are small things, mostly; one day there's a pretty little wooden box, another a hairpin, then some ribbons. Sometimes he stops to get something to eat, more often than not, wrapped in a cloak, he hurries back to the small house he and Annie rent.
One day, when he's on his way into the market, carting a basket of fish, he dawdles through some of the back streets, around to the edge of the market. It's the sort of morning when the cold bites, and he's got his cloak wrapped tight around his shoulders. He's only idly watching the people around him, letting his mind wander a little more than usual, when he hears a faint sound, one that someone less attuned to the world around them might not notice. It's a cold day, not raining but still wet from earlier rain, and somewhere, he hears a squeaking, mewling sound.
His steps slow to a stop, and he stares in the direction of the sound. For a moment, everything is still, then he hears the sound again and stares up, into a hollow in a tree where a pair of eyes are staring back.
"You ok up there?" he says, though he doesn't expect the cat to answer.
Home - For Annie
Later, Finnick carries the basket back to his and Annie's house. There's no fish in it now, and he's not wearing his cloak. Instead, it's in the basket, and the miserable little cat is nestled in the fabric, making the same complaining mews that had drawn his attention.
"It's ok," he says, softly. "Not far."
He's careful as he opens the door of his and Annie's home.
"Annie?" he says, careful not to speak loudly enough to startle his unplanned passenger. "Someone wants to meet you."
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He knows Annie was feeling sore when they were out earlier, and he can see the tenderness in her movements when she stands, so he walks a little quicker towards her, and holds out the basket towards her.
"Found this little girl when I was on my way home. She was stuck."
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"Hey, sweetie," Annie says softly, taking the basket from Finnick and putting it down on the table. She doesn't reach for the little cat, or take her out, but instead just puts her hands on the basket, ready to catch the creature should she try and escape.
"Was she hurt? Or is she just cold and hungry?"
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"Mostly just cold and hungry, I think. Didn't seem to mind when I picked her up, and I didn't see any wounds. Think she might have got herself somewhere she didn't know how to get out of."
It's not to say that the cat isn't scared; she clearly is. But she hadn't seemed pained when he'd picked her up.
"I didn't want to leave her out in the cold."