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regimes_fall) wrote2014-01-19 09:07 pm
regimes_fall) wrote2014-01-19 09:07 pm
Any time is a good time for Finnick at Sea!
There was only so long Natasha could stand idle, knowing what she did of the hotel. Only so long she could walk past doors without pausing to look what was inside. She didn't know if the doors were marked, and she did not look. How could she be prepared for what was on the other side anyway? Whatever awaited her, she'd have to go in blind and hoped she could get out just as quickly if there was trouble.
She stepped in, and a burst of heat and humid, sea air. There was something to hot weather and humidity that Natasha had always distrusted, her blood being just too thick for the stuff, but she continued on. She was on... A boat, it would seem. And a large one at that. Turning slowly, she peered over the edge and down at the bright blue water beneath.
"What the hell?" She muttered to herself, pushing a lock of hair that was frizzing by the second away from her forehead.
She stepped in, and a burst of heat and humid, sea air. There was something to hot weather and humidity that Natasha had always distrusted, her blood being just too thick for the stuff, but she continued on. She was on... A boat, it would seem. And a large one at that. Turning slowly, she peered over the edge and down at the bright blue water beneath.
"What the hell?" She muttered to herself, pushing a lock of hair that was frizzing by the second away from her forehead.