WHO: Annie Cresta and Archie Hopper WHAT: A chance meeting WHERE: The docks WHEN: Sunday afternoon RATING: Medium? Will be updated if necessary. STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
It was sunny on the docks, the wood warm beneath Annie’s bare feet as she padded along towards the end and the water. The waves lapped gently against the dock itself, a calming sound that sent Annie’s memories back to her childhood and long summer afternoons with Finnick, on the rare times he hadn’t been called back to the Capitol.
Annie sighed and lowered herself down heavily to sit on the very edge of the dock, feet dangling towards the water as she placed her shoes by her side. Thanks to Finnick’s job at the store, she'd managed to stock up on fishing things fairly quickly, and although she'd had to switch from live bait to dried, it all seemed to do the job. Annie didn't fish to actually catch things, at any rate. She did it to keep her mind focused as best she could, to cling on to some memory of District 4. She did it because if she didn't she didn't quite know what would happen, and it seemed too frightening to stop.
She heard footsteps behind her, and a panicked energy swept its way up Annie's spine, ending in a nervous, anxiety-ridden buzzing in the base of her skull. Her most recent episode, which had happened a few days ago, had more of less vanished, but she found herself a little more on edge than she had been. Annie forced herself to take a deep breath of calming sea air, tied a tight knot in her line, and finally found the courage to look across at whoever was heading in her way. Once she could make out a face, Annie managed a shaken, shy smile.