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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-11 03:16 am
fishermansweater) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-11 03:16 am
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ψ everybody's waiting for you to break down ...
WHO: Finnick Odair
WHERE: Somewhere in the woods north-east of the village aka Finnick and Annie's campsite
WHEN: September 10
OPEN TO: Annie Cresta
WARNINGS: Panic attacks and anxiety are likely. Possible other mental health issues and cursing.
STATUS: Open
It's probably dangerous to have stayed in the same place as long as they have, but Finnick and Annie are still camped where they'd set themselves up on the first day they arrived here. Their shelter is built on a frame of fallen branches, covered over with mats tightly woven from grasses and reeds they'd harvested. Their bedding is a base of rushes covered over by dried ferns they'd found on the lower layers of the dense undergrowth in the woods. They've largely avoided fire; it's warm enough at night, and the coats that had been in their backpacks have served them fairly well as blankets.
Still, it's making Finnick nervous to be so static. He's done his best to set up improvised snares around the camp to keep them safe, but he's well aware that the vines he'd used as rope could be limited and that he needs to use them for nets so fish with, as well as for rope. If they're here much longer he'll need to see if he can work out how to make some rope out of some of those rushes.
As time goes on, it's been more and more like surviving in the arena. They'd had no food, no water, and they've had to provide for themselves. Fortunately, they both know at least some edible plants thanks to years of watching the Games, and they're camped close enough to the river that a makeshift net can find them at least one good meal a day.
They've just finished that meal when they hear it: a low, deep rumbling.
It only takes a moment to work out what's about to happen. Unfortunately, it's the moment between the sound and the shaking.
"Annie! Get down!"
WHERE: Somewhere in the woods north-east of the village aka Finnick and Annie's campsite
WHEN: September 10
OPEN TO: Annie Cresta
WARNINGS: Panic attacks and anxiety are likely. Possible other mental health issues and cursing.
STATUS: Open
It's probably dangerous to have stayed in the same place as long as they have, but Finnick and Annie are still camped where they'd set themselves up on the first day they arrived here. Their shelter is built on a frame of fallen branches, covered over with mats tightly woven from grasses and reeds they'd harvested. Their bedding is a base of rushes covered over by dried ferns they'd found on the lower layers of the dense undergrowth in the woods. They've largely avoided fire; it's warm enough at night, and the coats that had been in their backpacks have served them fairly well as blankets.
Still, it's making Finnick nervous to be so static. He's done his best to set up improvised snares around the camp to keep them safe, but he's well aware that the vines he'd used as rope could be limited and that he needs to use them for nets so fish with, as well as for rope. If they're here much longer he'll need to see if he can work out how to make some rope out of some of those rushes.
As time goes on, it's been more and more like surviving in the arena. They'd had no food, no water, and they've had to provide for themselves. Fortunately, they both know at least some edible plants thanks to years of watching the Games, and they're camped close enough to the river that a makeshift net can find them at least one good meal a day.
They've just finished that meal when they hear it: a low, deep rumbling.
It only takes a moment to work out what's about to happen. Unfortunately, it's the moment between the sound and the shaking.
"Annie! Get down!"