WHO: Finnick Odair and Henry Mills WHAT: Random encounter WHEN: Saturday afternoon WHERE: Outside, in the snow WARNINGS: TBD, likely low STATUS: !dice/closed
Finnick didn't like the cold. Yes, he was bundled up properly, and it wasn't going to kill him, but that certainly didn't mean that this was something he in any way whatsoever enjoyed. Disrict 4 had been warm, and he had grown up thinking that was the way things were supposed to be outside. This, then, was just profoundly wrong.
Still, it was nice to get off the train, to have a chance to get some air that hadn't been filtered through...whatever filtered the air on the train. So he was out, wrapped in a jacket, wandering the cold, white landscape. He was in a pretty good mood, actually. Things with Annie had worked out better than he had ever expected, and he was soon to be a married man. Usually marriage was something that excited women more than men, but he was practically shaking in excitement at the idea of being able to tell the world that he was in love. After so many years of having that part of his life controlled by the Capitol, it was lovely to have his own autonomy in the matter.
Bending to take a handful of snow, and packing it into a snowball, he held it for a moment before throwing it at the nearest tree with a grin. It wasn't a trident, but it was still fun to see it splatter against the tree in its white, fluffy glory.