I want to swim away but don't know how

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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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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.

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[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.]

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[Santo, mentally unstable people like Finnick don't think all that rationally. Just let him be crazy and paranoid for the time being.

The fish scatter when Santo steps in, but the water calms again after a moment, and they begin to drift back towards the two men.] You need to have patience. You could be standing here for hours and get nothing. Also try to not stab yourself. I did that when I was a kid.

[Patience is hard for people to have. Not everyone can be a hunter. He's quiet for another moment before lifting the spear in his hand, gripping near the end of the shaft before driving it right down into the fish that had been circling his leg.]

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[No. Nobody is allowed to be crazy and paranoid during fishing times.]

Stab myself? Really? [He gives Finnick a look, taking a moment to poke himself with the spearhead just for show.] I'm pretty sure that pointy sticks aren't going to hurt me. [Yeah, he's not going to help the crazy anytime soon.]

[Surprisingly, though, Santo isn't terrible at being still. He can't really stop talking, but being still is something a guy made of rocks can do.

Finnick beats him too it, though.]

Whoa, dude. I can't believe you actually did that.

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[He'll do his best.

At that, Finnick laughs. Right. Rock man, not likely to happen. Which is why he cocks his head, eyebrows arching.] And that's why I brought the extra spears, in case you stab yourself and break them. I plan ahead.

[Finnick grins, wiggling his spear around as the fish twitches pathetically.] Are you already doubting my skills, Santo?