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redshiftlogs2019-07-16 10:15 am
treadswater) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-07-16 10:15 am
{closed to Ben}
Who: Annie Cresta, Ben Hargreeves
What: First meeting
When: Mid-July
Where: Anchor | Bottom Levels | Park
Warnings: Anxiety, possible anxiety attack. More TBA as needed
Exploring the arena is important. It's not the first priority for Careers, or even the second, but it's high up on the list. Explore the arena, learn the terrain, see what is available, where the dangers are. Here, without many active threats, Finnick and Annie can take their time. Be thorough. Go over already explored areas to see what has changed. It all takes a while.
Today, the pair are exploring the plaza and park. At least, they were. Now it's Finnick alone, and Annie?
Annie is sitting by the pool, trying to control her breathing.
She's not sure what set her off. Something. Anything. The constant, higher-than-normal stress of suddenly being here, a strange place, yanked without her knowledge. Maybe that. Or maybe just the weight of all the buildings over her, of being underground and not having seen the open sky for weeks, not having seen a clear stretch of water for months. Or maybe just because her mind decided to be a fucking asshole. She didn't want to give up, go back to the room she and Finnick have claimed, so here she is. Sitting. trying to control her breathing.
She's not going to hyperventilate.
She's not going to laugh.
She's not going to go away somewhere only Finnick can call her back from, no, she's not. He can explore and they can remain in view of the other, and she can sit here. She can breathe. She try to detangle her hair with her fingers and she can look at the water.
And she'll be fine.
She will.
She just needs to keep breathing.
What: First meeting
When: Mid-July
Where: Anchor | Bottom Levels | Park
Warnings: Anxiety, possible anxiety attack. More TBA as needed
Exploring the arena is important. It's not the first priority for Careers, or even the second, but it's high up on the list. Explore the arena, learn the terrain, see what is available, where the dangers are. Here, without many active threats, Finnick and Annie can take their time. Be thorough. Go over already explored areas to see what has changed. It all takes a while.
Today, the pair are exploring the plaza and park. At least, they were. Now it's Finnick alone, and Annie?
Annie is sitting by the pool, trying to control her breathing.
She's not sure what set her off. Something. Anything. The constant, higher-than-normal stress of suddenly being here, a strange place, yanked without her knowledge. Maybe that. Or maybe just the weight of all the buildings over her, of being underground and not having seen the open sky for weeks, not having seen a clear stretch of water for months. Or maybe just because her mind decided to be a fucking asshole. She didn't want to give up, go back to the room she and Finnick have claimed, so here she is. Sitting. trying to control her breathing.
She's not going to hyperventilate.
She's not going to laugh.
She's not going to go away somewhere only Finnick can call her back from, no, she's not. He can explore and they can remain in view of the other, and she can sit here. She can breathe. She try to detangle her hair with her fingers and she can look at the water.
And she'll be fine.
She will.
She just needs to keep breathing.
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"That sounds cool, actually."
His own education had been a complete patchwork of whatever things Reginald had decided were necessary and useful for him and his siblings to know. His definition of usefulness, however, leaves something to be desired. He hadn't taught them how to make things, how to maintain systems, how to keep people fed and water clean and fish alive. He'd been much more focused on teaching them a hundred different ways to disarm or maim or kill.
(And, foolishly, Ben just assumes that Annie would not have been taught any of those things, that the kind of violence he'd been raised to do would shock and dismay her.)
"I didn't go to school, I've always kind of been jealous of people who got to."
It's the first thing he's said since he wandered over that wasn't entirely calculated based on whether it might make her feel better. It's just conversational; something he'd wanted to say, for him.
"So, then: what's the best kind of fish?"