It's been a few days, and people keep arriving. Here and there, dribs and drabs, but not to any pattern Annie can make out. At least, not yet. But she's trying. There is a pattern, somewhere. People come, sometimes people go. She'll work it out.
She has to. There's a system, which means it can be gamed, which means she can work out how she and Finnick can stay on this strange vessel and never, ever go back to Panem.
Currently, the small, red-haired woman is sitting at a table in Ten Forward, eyes darting over the crowd as she nurses a lemonade. The occasional flash of light catches her attention, but more often than not she seems to be staring out into space, eyes blank and brown slightly creased in thought.
(She is also not nearly as alone as she first appears; Finnick might not be sitting at her table, but they are keeping each other firmly in line of sight.)
[ooc: so this is a post for Annie, not Finnick, but, you know - like hell would they leave each other in different rooms *waves hand*]
Annie Cresta | Hunger Games (books + movies) | Option 1
She has to. There's a system, which means it can be gamed, which means she can work out how she and Finnick can stay on this strange vessel and never, ever go back to Panem.
Currently, the small, red-haired woman is sitting at a table in Ten Forward, eyes darting over the crowd as she nurses a lemonade. The occasional flash of light catches her attention, but more often than not she seems to be staring out into space, eyes blank and brown slightly creased in thought.
(She is also not nearly as alone as she first appears; Finnick might not be sitting at her table, but they are keeping each other firmly in line of sight.)
[ooc: so this is a post for Annie, not Finnick, but, you know - like hell would they leave each other in different rooms *waves hand*]