I want to swim away but don't know how

[insecrets]

Characters: Finnick Odair, everyone who was interested from this post, and OPEN.
Date: Backdated to around the day of the post and over the weekend, since there was a lot of interest
Location: On a boat. On the ocean. On the shell's edge? Idek.
Situation: Fishiiiiiiiiiing.
Warnings/Rating: Innuendo, for sure. Will edit if needed.


[Since arriving on Tu Vishan, Finnick's felt like he's going to explode. Like one day, he'll just not get out of bed again. Thankfully, the pull of the ocean is stronger than his need to simply stop existing for awhile. Fishing is as natural to him as breathing, and while he had really wanted to have quiet time to himself, he likes that so many people are interested in either joining him or having him teach them how it's done.

He likes that a lot more than being alone. He can't be alone anymore.]


[ooc: so feel free to assume whatever day you want to go out with Finnick. With so much interest in the post, I figured this would be the easiest way of doing it rather than having everyone come out all on one trip/one day, yada yada. c:]

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[wintershepherd]

[ It was almost sunset when Jack came swooping out of the sky near the shell's edge with a few flurries, spying a small boat on a long rope tether with a lone but familiar figure fishing to it. Breaking into a grin, Jack descended until he was hovering not far away, cushioned by the Wind, then landed lightly on the rope so that it frosted over; his weight was so scant that the rope barely dipped. He couldn't communicate to Finnick without the consoles but he hoped he could at least hang out. ]

[insecrets]

[It's been quiet so far, peaceful. Sitting here, there's plenty of time to think, although his thoughts mostly center on Annie. Is she okay right now? There's a selfish part of him that wishes she was here with him, although he's afraid of what it'd do to her. Johanna, for all her issues, is stronger than Annie, and even she freaked out.

Lost in his thoughts, it takes him a moment to notice the frost on the rope, the slight dip as if someone were touching it.] Glad you could make it.

[There's really only one person who it could be.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack smiles as Finnick greets him, dancing nimbly along the rope with his staff behind his shoulders like a casual tightrope walker. ]

Thanks for the invitation.

[ He leaned down to draw a smiley face on the plank seat across from Finnick to convey what he'd just said. ]

[insecrets]

[Finnick smiles back at the picture.] Anytime. Anyone who appreciates the "old school" way of doing things is... [The man trails off for a second before he looks around sharply, brows furrowed.]

Say something again.

[wintershepherd]

Wha--?

[ Jack's eyes widened when Finnick started replying to his remark, his steps fumbling on the rope so that he slipped off it, landing in the bottom of the boat with a bump but more occupied with staring at the older one. ]

Did you... did you hear me just now? Can you hear me?

[alpha_squad_leader]

[It took Victor a little while to find a fishing pole for himself but he did it. And once he had one, he made his way to the spot where he said he'd meet Finnick. Humming a tune, the lizard-like mutant's in a pretty good mood. He may not have ever been a major fishing fan but he enjoyed it the few times he's done it and some relaxing sounds like a great idea.

Stretching slightly as he waits, Victor looks around to see if he can spot Finnick.]

[insecrets]

[Finnick's been, for the most part, accepting of some of the strange looking people he's met on the back of this turtle. After all, he spent a lot of time in the Capitol, where men and women alike would elect surgery to look like various animals or dye their skins.

So as he's walking up and notices the green-skinned boy, he thinks nothing of it. Until he continues to get closer, noticing other things about him that might be more imagination than reality. Because the more Victor comes into focus, the more Finnick thinks about the sewers. The more he swears he can smell the stench of roses choking him.

The more he remembers the sounds of the mutts behind them, the screams of their victims.

He stops moving, hands trembling as he stares at Victor.]

[alpha_squad_leader]

[It takes Victor a few moments to spot Finnick but when he does, the green mutant lifts a hand to wave. He shifts the pole he's holding a little and starts to walk over.]

Hey, man. I thought I was late.

[He hasn't noticed that anything's wrong yet.]

[insecrets]

[He's walking closer, and Finnick finds himself stuck in his place. He continues to tremble, unsure of what to do. Run. He should run. He should warn Katniss. Snow's found them, and they're after Katniss.

There's only one though. There's only one. Why is there only one? Is this a punishment? Why is it talking?

It takes him a moment, but he finds his voice.] What kind of mutt are you?

[alpha_squad_leader]

[As he gets closer, Victor frowns a little. He's not sure why Finnick seems rooted to the spot. Slowing down, he stops a few feet away from the other young man and arches a brow.

The question makes him blink and give Finnick a confused look.]

What did you just call me?

[dwaggies]

[Being from a marine country like Falena, Miakis too is drawn to the ocean. It's the one thing about Tu Vishan that really brings home to mind, and she knows she'll need that reminder to keep from completely losing herself to despair. And that despair is something she never, ever wants to experience again. So to the shell's edge she wanders, and for a while, she simply stares into the distance, a calm smile on her face.

Eventually, she notices the boat - and the person in it - and waves.]

Fishing, huh? [Her Prince liked to fish, but she herself had preferred to stand at the docks to watch and cheer him on. BEST MINIGAME EVER]

[insecrets]

[Finnick spots the person - the woman - and lifts his hand in a return wave. He remembers her face, if only because it was only a few days ago that he talked to her. Miakis, the one with the queen he lost. There's a smile that tugs at his mouth, bright and inviting.]

I've gotten a pretty good catch already. [His head tilts.] Want in on it?

[zerotoawesome]

[Santo still wasn't convinced that there could be anything fun about fishing. He's very much the product of living with a big family, where quiet time was pretty much nonexistent, and even disregarding that, his idea of fun usually involved punching giant robots or at least an active sport. It didn't help that he was terrible at sitting still, being quiet, or anything that resembled patience, which was necessary to fish.

Still, he wasn't the kind of guy that would back down from a challenge, even when he put it on himself, and if Finnick really wanted to claim that this was enjoyable, then he'd have to prove it.

So when the sun starts to set, because there's no way Santo was waking up before noon, the large rocky mutant is heading out to the edge, carrying some drinks and snacks with him.]

Do you have enough spears for the two of us?

[insecrets]

[Along with his trident - the one thing Finnick refused to leave behind, no matter where he went - the man has a couple of other things wrapped up that he's carrying on his back, including a few spears.

He figures it's best to be prepared.] Not to worry. I only need the one spear. [He flashes a grin at Santo.] The rest are for you, buddy.

[Boredom and impatience are one thing, but Santo's size and general non-human appearance made him wonder about the possibility of actually breaking the spears. If there had been time, he'd have carved a thicker one.]

[zerotoawesome]

What? You're worried that I'll lose them? [That was a very real possibility

He walks over and sets the food and drinks down next to Finnick, obviously offering him to take whatever he wanted. It was a trade, and as close as an apology for the waste of time Finnick might consider this when they don't catch anything.

Picking up one of the spears, he tosses is in his hand, feeling the balance of it. He's know all that worried about breaking it, used to having to use a gentle touch, as long as he didn't have to balance on the tool or anything.]

Alright, brofessor. Where do we start?

[insecrets]

Lose them, throw them, break something in half. [Finnick shrugs, but it's clear by his tone and body language that he's only teasing.] I've seen kids half your size do worse. It's only a precaution.

[Finnick glances down at the drinks before picking one up curiously and gives an experimental sip. It's all about the paranoia, man.] There are a few shallow pools around here where some fish end up.

[Inclining his head towards the right, he walks a few feet until he's standing in the pool.] You want to be still once you get in, let the fish become accustomed to your presence. They'll forget you shouldn't be there after awhile.

[zerotoawesome]

[Santo looks at the spear again, considering it for a moment. It really did seem kind of flimsy in his hand, but that was probably just because Santo was huge. He didn't break things as often as one would think, but if this was as much of a challenge as Finnick was claiming, then maybe he would need the extras.

And seriously, bro, if Santo wanted to kill you, he'd be so manly about it and not use poison. He also probably wouldn't have helped out with the zombies either...]

Seriously? That's all it takes? [Seriously, Santo was expecting some kind of crazy technique that would be tough to figure out. But if it was just standing still.] That doesn't sound all that hard.

[Nevermind that he can't help splashing as he first steps into the pool.]

starting at home 'cause she'd offer to fly them out

[littlecousin]

[Nita knocks on Finnick's door. They're not good enough friends yet that she'll yell through a window or just let herself in. She's dressed for the sea in her scaly green Sub-Mariner swimsuit, and hasn't bothered to acquire any fishing tackle, because she has no idea what to get.]

sounds good to me *u*

[insecrets]

[Which is good for Nita, because Finnick has been scrounging around for the last couple of days regardless for tackle, including a homemade net.

He smiles at her when he opens the door, gaze flickering over her quickly before glancing back up.] It's not everyday I that beautiful women knock on my door.

[Because Johanna and Katniss just barge in like jerks.]

[littlecousin]

[Get to know Nita much better and she'll start barging in like a jerk, too. Possibly through upper-story windows.]

Oh yeah? I think I can pick up the slack there.

[He is easy on the eyes and she is okay with that.]

Ready to head out?

[insecrets]

[Such is Finnick's life with the ladies, really. The upper story windows will be a new thing, though.]

I can get used to living around here.

[He nods, grabbing up the bundle of things they'll need for fishing.] I'm ready.

AT THE DOCKS I GUESS?

[philosophe]

[Combeferre, unfortunately, has no idea what sort of things to bring for fishing. But he did say he wanted to learn, so here he is on the day they'd agreed upon, looking expectant. Not only will he get to learn new things, he'll get to meet new people, and that's always a good thing in his estimation.]

DOCKS ARE GOOD /o/

[insecrets]

[It's not a surprise that many of the people Finnick has met with don't know what to bring, which is a lot better than someone showing up with things they don't need to be carrying. Besides, he's got all the supplies he needs.]

Are you ready to learn the art of fishing?

[philosophe]

[Well, being the son of a printer in Provence doesn't do much for your fishing skills, unfortunately. But he turns and gives Finnick a friendly enough grin.]

I certainly am.

[insecrets]

There's nothing like being able to provide for yourself. [He nods towards the boat tied to the dock. The supplies are already inside.] Go ahead and hop in, and we'll be on our way.