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redshiftlogs2020-08-22 11:06 am
fishermansweater) wrote in redshiftlogs2020-08-22 11:06 am
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ψ green was the color of the grass | OPEN
Who: Finnick Odair + YOU
What: Obstacle course and fish farming
When: August
Where: The park and around the agricultural level
Warnings:
cold was the steel of my axe to grind; park, physicals time
Finnick has kept a comparatively low profile since he came to this place. Yes, the visitors on the strange ship had feted him and Annie and he'd played up to their attention, writing ridiculous poems for them and playing the crowds like he would in the Capitol. But on a daily basis, the Odairs have been living a quiet life, unrecognizable after the fame they'd known in Panem.
Finnick's still not used to people not knowing exactly who he is and all the details of his life.
He also hasn't been really showing off as much as he would have in some similar situations in Panem.
But when he's faced with an obstacle course with an option for a combat run, he tells the bots immediately to sign him up.
He'll run against anyone who's game, and when he doesn't have competitors, he runs against the bots. This is familiar. This is fun.
gold was the color of the leaves; agruicultural level & park
When he was a child, if anybody had told Finnick that one day he'd be perfectly happy doing nothing more with his day than hard work at a fish farm, he wouldn't have believed them. As a child, he'd been ambitious. He'd known that his charm and his looks could help him be more than just a fisherman, just a fisherman's son. So he'd trained as a Career and he'd missed those last few years of school because victors don't have to go to school, and he'd known that he'd never actually be a fisherman as a way of life. He could use it to help out fishing crews occasionally, or skindive for food in the arena or to teach his allies how to find and cook shellfish. But it wasn't his life.
Since he came to Anchor, though, it has been. Cho and Annie had worked hard to take the lab on the agricultural level from abandoned to actually able to create the start of a broodstock. They've been doing the scientific work, and Finnick provides much of the labor. He feeds the fish in the hatchery and in the ponds, he hauls supplies, he moves the fish between the hatchery and the ponds, and sometimes, he moves fingerlings down into the park to release into the lake.
Which is why, today, there's a man dressed in grey military fatigues carrying buckets through the bottom level of the city, making his way towards the park.
Finnick sets the buckets down and kneels on a rock by the edge of the lake.
"You ready?" he asks the fish.
What: Obstacle course and fish farming
When: August
Where: The park and around the agricultural level
Warnings:
cold was the steel of my axe to grind; park, physicals time
Finnick has kept a comparatively low profile since he came to this place. Yes, the visitors on the strange ship had feted him and Annie and he'd played up to their attention, writing ridiculous poems for them and playing the crowds like he would in the Capitol. But on a daily basis, the Odairs have been living a quiet life, unrecognizable after the fame they'd known in Panem.
Finnick's still not used to people not knowing exactly who he is and all the details of his life.
He also hasn't been really showing off as much as he would have in some similar situations in Panem.
But when he's faced with an obstacle course with an option for a combat run, he tells the bots immediately to sign him up.
He'll run against anyone who's game, and when he doesn't have competitors, he runs against the bots. This is familiar. This is fun.
gold was the color of the leaves; agruicultural level & park
When he was a child, if anybody had told Finnick that one day he'd be perfectly happy doing nothing more with his day than hard work at a fish farm, he wouldn't have believed them. As a child, he'd been ambitious. He'd known that his charm and his looks could help him be more than just a fisherman, just a fisherman's son. So he'd trained as a Career and he'd missed those last few years of school because victors don't have to go to school, and he'd known that he'd never actually be a fisherman as a way of life. He could use it to help out fishing crews occasionally, or skindive for food in the arena or to teach his allies how to find and cook shellfish. But it wasn't his life.
Since he came to Anchor, though, it has been. Cho and Annie had worked hard to take the lab on the agricultural level from abandoned to actually able to create the start of a broodstock. They've been doing the scientific work, and Finnick provides much of the labor. He feeds the fish in the hatchery and in the ponds, he hauls supplies, he moves the fish between the hatchery and the ponds, and sometimes, he moves fingerlings down into the park to release into the lake.
Which is why, today, there's a man dressed in grey military fatigues carrying buckets through the bottom level of the city, making his way towards the park.
Finnick sets the buckets down and kneels on a rock by the edge of the lake.
"You ready?" he asks the fish.
no subject
Not even for pearls or a change of diet. Nope.
"Okay. Well. Here we go, put them in."
She'll watch, and take back the empty buckets.
And...
Try not to worry.
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As it is, he withdraws his hand from the bucket at her command, and picks it up.
"Ok guys, time for your new home." He lowers it gently, until the water from the lake seeps into the bucket, mingling with the water they'd brought from the fishery ponds, lifting the fish and giving them the chance to swim out of the bucket.
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She watches as the water gently fills the bucket, swirling with the water already in there, starling the fish even further. She sees the tiny currents push them and then watches as the fish flood out into the lake, all quick tails and darting movements as they vanish into their new home.
She watches, and she thinks.
Some of the fish will die. It's the way of things. But most, hopefully, will thrive.
And, fish being fish, those who die will feed those who'll live. It can be very simple, being a fish.
Annie smiles, a little.
"There we go. They're off."
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It's only fleeting, though, because he knows how much he's gained by being brought here. And if he can raise and release fish to get by instead of living off his victor's winnings, that's fine in a way he'd never have thought it could be.
"Let's give them the rest of their friends, hey?" he says, crouching again by one of the other buckets and shaking off the thoughts of Panem.