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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-16 08:59 pm
71st_victor) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-01-16 08:59 pm
the stronger you climb
WHO: Johanna Mason
WHERE: The Woods
WHEN: Midnight-ish, January 16th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Violence, Auroras, Aggressive Lumberjacking
STATUS: Open
There's one convenient thing Johanna's figuring out about the whole 'night's as bright as day' thing. For someone who doesn't really sleep so well, it gives her the opportunity to get out there and do some of her work when everyone else is sleeping, which means that she doesn't have to run into crowds of people and do the whole smile and act civilized thing. Sure, yes, she's trying to be nice for Finnick's sake, but honestly, people kind of suck after a while. This is the kind of peaceful silence that she does well with.
The sparks are starting to get a little annoying, especially seeing as she can barely touch her axe at times without shocking herself after, but the auroras? Well, Johanna doesn't exactly get wowed by natural beauty or anything, but even she has to admit they're pretty incredible.
At night, when they're lighting up the sky like day, they're amazing. She'd scrambled to the top of one of the trees to perch up there and eat some jerky she'd stashed in the boughs, readying herself for another night of private hunting and wood chopping. While the wood, she's happy to share, the food is treated, prepared, and shared between herself, Finnick, and Annie. She might be willing to go along with the whole 'play nice' theme they've got going on, but she's going to make sure she stays alive before anyone else.
With the last of her food done, she descends quickly, boots slamming onto the ground as she absently twirls both her axes as she walks along, not caring what she looks like, aiming to find a little something to carve up and start drying out before she gets back to chopping up the logs. Might as well make the best of a sunny night, after all, and what better way than getting to use the sharp ends of her axes?
WHERE: The Woods
WHEN: Midnight-ish, January 16th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Violence, Auroras, Aggressive Lumberjacking
STATUS: Open
There's one convenient thing Johanna's figuring out about the whole 'night's as bright as day' thing. For someone who doesn't really sleep so well, it gives her the opportunity to get out there and do some of her work when everyone else is sleeping, which means that she doesn't have to run into crowds of people and do the whole smile and act civilized thing. Sure, yes, she's trying to be nice for Finnick's sake, but honestly, people kind of suck after a while. This is the kind of peaceful silence that she does well with.
The sparks are starting to get a little annoying, especially seeing as she can barely touch her axe at times without shocking herself after, but the auroras? Well, Johanna doesn't exactly get wowed by natural beauty or anything, but even she has to admit they're pretty incredible.
At night, when they're lighting up the sky like day, they're amazing. She'd scrambled to the top of one of the trees to perch up there and eat some jerky she'd stashed in the boughs, readying herself for another night of private hunting and wood chopping. While the wood, she's happy to share, the food is treated, prepared, and shared between herself, Finnick, and Annie. She might be willing to go along with the whole 'play nice' theme they've got going on, but she's going to make sure she stays alive before anyone else.
With the last of her food done, she descends quickly, boots slamming onto the ground as she absently twirls both her axes as she walks along, not caring what she looks like, aiming to find a little something to carve up and start drying out before she gets back to chopping up the logs. Might as well make the best of a sunny night, after all, and what better way than getting to use the sharp ends of her axes?
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If he reacts, then she'll know that he's got some kind of inkling about who she is. If not, then it's just going to keep feeding into her belief that there are people here that, somehow, the Capitol has miraculously avoided getting its hands on.
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He's trying to put secrecy and covert ops behind him; so he gives a smile, appreciation for her answering him freely, and returns: "Cassian Andor."
And they've arrived. He stops to take in the scene, for a moment standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her.
"Though what we really need," he murmurs, "is to learn some of the names of this place."
Not just the spring.
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"NO one's stopping anyone from naming it, but I can't promise it'll catch on," she deadpans, seeing as she'd like to think of this place as temporary, and that means not naming it.