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asgardmeridiem2014-01-20 12:49 am
seventyfirst) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-01-20 12:49 am
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lying underneath a bloated moon, singing to the wind
Who: Johanna Mason and Annie Cresta
What: Feelings talks are lame. Sometimes they're necessary.
When: forward dated to day 392
Where: The Arena
Rating: Doubtful it'll get beyond PG-13 at worst, will update as needed
[ There ain't no rest for the wicked, and there's certainly no rest for the two women. Despite having returned from Alfheim both victorious and in slightly rough shape, there's very little downtime for them- granted, it's a far gentler training session than Annie will likely ever get from Johanna, but it's still a workout that they likely could have foregone just this once.
Still. Better to be safe than sorry, and better to be in top form than dead, even if the threat of extinction doesn't loom over their heads quite as ominously as it does in Panem. Safety isn't something that Victors take lightly.
By the time she calls it a day Johanna is clearly favouring her left leg very heavily over her right, and she drops down into a seated position before idly stretching out the muscles in her legs. And now that the distraction of training is absent, there's something that's become slightly more pressing that she wants to ask about. Not that she cares, you know. She's just curious. Totally. ]
So- [ No good sentence ever begins with 'so', and unsurprisingly Johanna isn't about to suggest they go get icecream or something equally pleasant. She looks at Annie with a carefully neutral expression before quirking an eyebrow, reaching forward to touch her toes and gritting her teeth slightly. ] ...did Finnick know you were going out there?
[ That's as good a place to start as any. ]
What: Feelings talks are lame. Sometimes they're necessary.
When: forward dated to day 392
Where: The Arena
Rating: Doubtful it'll get beyond PG-13 at worst, will update as needed
[ There ain't no rest for the wicked, and there's certainly no rest for the two women. Despite having returned from Alfheim both victorious and in slightly rough shape, there's very little downtime for them- granted, it's a far gentler training session than Annie will likely ever get from Johanna, but it's still a workout that they likely could have foregone just this once.
Still. Better to be safe than sorry, and better to be in top form than dead, even if the threat of extinction doesn't loom over their heads quite as ominously as it does in Panem. Safety isn't something that Victors take lightly.
By the time she calls it a day Johanna is clearly favouring her left leg very heavily over her right, and she drops down into a seated position before idly stretching out the muscles in her legs. And now that the distraction of training is absent, there's something that's become slightly more pressing that she wants to ask about. Not that she cares, you know. She's just curious. Totally. ]
So- [ No good sentence ever begins with 'so', and unsurprisingly Johanna isn't about to suggest they go get icecream or something equally pleasant. She looks at Annie with a carefully neutral expression before quirking an eyebrow, reaching forward to touch her toes and gritting her teeth slightly. ] ...did Finnick know you were going out there?
[ That's as good a place to start as any. ]