[Finnick went straight to bed after they got off the shuttle home, but he didn't get much sleep. By morning, he seems like kind of a zombie, wandering into the kitchen to get some food that the chefs have prepared. He barely mumbles his usual thanks when his coffee is poured for him, and he stares blankly at the table as he picks away at his food looking exhausted and traumatized. Something about the events last night have just shut him down completely, though he'll respond if someone speaks to him.]
DECEMBER 8TH / GYM
[He decides at some point that he has to distract himself, and what better way to do that than to run himself ragged on a treadmill. He's always approached personal fitness like he's preparing for war, but today there's even more urgency and desperation in it. His feet are heavy on the treadmill and he drops weights loudly when he's done with a set instead of setting them back on the rack right away like anyone with a bit of etiquette would. He's not listening to music today like he usually does, focusing instead on the actual physical pain of his workout routine. Maybe there's a touch of masochism in it for him, maybe he's just angry. Maybe he thinks sweat will push out the image of Naomi Rivers burned into his brain right now.]
DECEMBER 8TH / CAFE
[Dowstairs in HQ, there's a cafe with a window-lined wall looking out over the ocean. Finnick's sitting there with a notebook in front of him, though he hasn't written anything but a few strange words, something about the boy he saw and a trident. He's too distracted, staring out at the ocean, thinking about how it would feel to go swimming right now. He can remember, remember being in it and feeling like it's healing him, like he can finally collect his thoughts, be content despite some deep sadness in his soul that he can't name. He remembers some shallow, warm sea that can't be anywhere near the beach outside, and some girl that he surfaces next to with a smirk. She tells him, "don't do that," with a scowl that he takes some small joy in.]
What? Come up or stay under?
[He realizes he's said out loud a moment later, and he frowns because he can't actually place the memory. He doesn't know the girl, and he has no idea where the beach would be.]
ONWARD / WILDCARD
[As time passes Finnick starts to return back to his old self, though somewhat subdued. He frowns and falls silent whenever the party comes up in conversation, but otherwise he seems eager to move forward and even complains occasionally about when they'll finally be let out. He can be found all over Virgo HQ, socializing again and frequenting the cafes, restaurants, and of course the gym.]
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[Finnick went straight to bed after they got off the shuttle home, but he didn't get much sleep. By morning, he seems like kind of a zombie, wandering into the kitchen to get some food that the chefs have prepared. He barely mumbles his usual thanks when his coffee is poured for him, and he stares blankly at the table as he picks away at his food looking exhausted and traumatized. Something about the events last night have just shut him down completely, though he'll respond if someone speaks to him.]
DECEMBER 8TH / GYM
[He decides at some point that he has to distract himself, and what better way to do that than to run himself ragged on a treadmill. He's always approached personal fitness like he's preparing for war, but today there's even more urgency and desperation in it. His feet are heavy on the treadmill and he drops weights loudly when he's done with a set instead of setting them back on the rack right away like anyone with a bit of etiquette would. He's not listening to music today like he usually does, focusing instead on the actual physical pain of his workout routine. Maybe there's a touch of masochism in it for him, maybe he's just angry. Maybe he thinks sweat will push out the image of Naomi Rivers burned into his brain right now.]
DECEMBER 8TH / CAFE
[Dowstairs in HQ, there's a cafe with a window-lined wall looking out over the ocean. Finnick's sitting there with a notebook in front of him, though he hasn't written anything but a few strange words, something about the boy he saw and a trident. He's too distracted, staring out at the ocean, thinking about how it would feel to go swimming right now. He can remember, remember being in it and feeling like it's healing him, like he can finally collect his thoughts, be content despite some deep sadness in his soul that he can't name. He remembers some shallow, warm sea that can't be anywhere near the beach outside, and some girl that he surfaces next to with a smirk. She tells him, "don't do that," with a scowl that he takes some small joy in.]
What? Come up or stay under?
[He realizes he's said out loud a moment later, and he frowns because he can't actually place the memory. He doesn't know the girl, and he has no idea where the beach would be.]
ONWARD / WILDCARD
[As time passes Finnick starts to return back to his old self, though somewhat subdued. He frowns and falls silent whenever the party comes up in conversation, but otherwise he seems eager to move forward and even complains occasionally about when they'll finally be let out. He can be found all over Virgo HQ, socializing again and frequenting the cafes, restaurants, and of course the gym.]