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fallaces_sunt) wrote2015-02-12 02:29 pm
fallaces_sunt) wrote2015-02-12 02:29 pm
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PL: Finnick Odair
Spike Velikan had planned things carefully, with all the cunningness contained within him. He'd watched his new Person and her Roommate, observed their movements, and plotted his escape. Seizing his chance, he'd grabbed his favourite squeaky toy and made a DARING ESCAPE!!!!
Which is why there is currently a small dog running around the hallways on Deck 7. A small dog boasting long golden hair, scales down his spine, a long hairless tail (currently wagging in excitement), a pair of red-and-white stripped antennae and an elegant horn. And, most important of all, a purple dinosaur in his mouth, which currently squeaks in time to his footfalls.
Spike Velikan thinks this is the best idea ever.
Natasha, meanwhile, is also out in the hallways, calling for him. She is far less impressed with her dog's cleverness than he is.
Which is why there is currently a small dog running around the hallways on Deck 7. A small dog boasting long golden hair, scales down his spine, a long hairless tail (currently wagging in excitement), a pair of red-and-white stripped antennae and an elegant horn. And, most important of all, a purple dinosaur in his mouth, which currently squeaks in time to his footfalls.
Spike Velikan thinks this is the best idea ever.
Natasha, meanwhile, is also out in the hallways, calling for him. She is far less impressed with her dog's cleverness than he is.
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"No, you wouldn't. People who survived violence, and violence like that...No. We don't tend to react well to situations like being dropped here."
Her use of 'we' is deliberate, as is the clarification about survivors.
The Games, no matter how horrible, no matter how much they clearly have written themselves into the brains of Finnick and Katniss, aren't the only thing that makes people act like they do.
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It was lucky for Doctor Bashir that Finnick, while he has sharp, practiced reflexes, also knows how to assess a threat in an instant, and act on it, and Doctor Bashir had been assessed as not an immediate threat to his life.
Still, there's no abashment in Finnick's words: Natasha has given away something about herself, and that honestly, at least, deserves the frankness of his reply.
"I only know victors," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "But I do know victors. None of us would have taken being here well."
Even aside from the constant fear of the Capitol and their spies, that shock would unsettle any of them with the wits left to be unsettled.
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If more victors, from your world, arrived. Would you know them? Be able to talk them down?"
She was able to talk down Katniss, at least. But Katniss and Finnick have too many similarities in the jumpy and potential for violence. If more arrive...
Well.
Natasha does take trying to protect civilians seriously.
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Not all victors, but almost all. And they'd been reaped, all of them who are here: Finnick, Annie, Katniss, Peeta, Prim, Haymitch. Finnick, Katniss, and Peeta had been reaped once and volunteered once. Annie and Haymitch had been reaped twice. Prim, the once. All three of them saved, once, by someone volunteering for them.
In truth, he's already done precisely what she's asking about, when Annie arrived. He'd soothed her, talked to her, assured her that it was going to be all right, though Annie hadn't been about to offer violence.
She had been frightened and confused and high on morphling, though.
"I'd know them," he says. "I've known the rest of them for years." Except Katniss and Peeta, but they're already here.
"Whether I'd be able to talk them down or not..." He shrugs, and for an excuse not to look at her a moment, looks down at the dog in her arms, apparently entirely contented now it has the toy back.
"Most of them don't like me enough to trust my word."
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"Ah," Natasha says in the tones of one who is really saying damn. "Well, worth a shot. I think we'd all prefer people not to get hurt just because someone's having a freak-out."
She sighs then.
"Well. I should be getting back to my place before Velikan falls asleep on me."
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He says it quietly, but he's sincere and that's there, in his voice, for someone who's listening. He knows victors. They've been most of the people he's known and socialized with for years. He knows how dangerous they are when they're frightened or threatened. They didn't all survive by killing, but most of them did, and even those who didn't ... they're still uneasy.
"That includes the victors."
Whatever people might think of them, there aren't many victors who won because they enjoy killing. Not even Finnick, though he'll kill when it's needed, kill for his own protection.
He nods, giving her a slyly teasing smile.
"I guess having to wake him up to put him to bed would be counterproductive."
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Natasha's expression turns into a crooked little smirk. "Just a little," she says. "So, I'll be seeing you around, Finnick."
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They don't hear the screams in the night the way he and Annie do.
And here, in this situation, they'd see the violence without thinking of the reason for the snap reactions.
Natasha, he thinks, gets it. So he nods, and he looks at the dog again, letting his smile grow a little in response to Natasha's.
"Kind of hard to avoid someone in a place like this," he points out easily.
Avoiding each other isn't the point, and if he sees Natasha again, he won't avoid her. Or her dog.
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She inclines her head in farewell, and walks back down the hallway the way she came. Her back is to him - it has to be - but she doesn't walk away faster. Call it a pointed act of social trust.
Because, yes.
She gets it.