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we have an apb out for mr handsome

Who: Finnick & you! (can be more than one character or someone can jump in later w/e!!)
Where: Pasadena-ish
When: March 21st (so almost a week after kidnappings/rescuings/etc), early evening
What: Finnick is causing a disturbance and it's not the sexy kind.
Warnings: None so far!

So the police don't generally like it when you emerge from a National Forest wearing vaguely military-like clothes (thanks District 13), toting a pack of weird alien-looking stuff that you aren't eager to show them. Finnick wasn't clueless - when the black and white cars pulled up beside him and the uniforms leaned out to talk to him, he figured they were some sort of law enforcement. He played it safe, answering their questions with all the patience and congeniality he could muster, but inevitably his lack of experience with the present-day became obvious and they decided he needed to be detained.

But they were pretty poorly equipped to enforce anything, and Finnick knocked one out while the other frantically called for back up. Then he had two unconscious police officers and by the time the sirens started blaring he darting down some side streets looking for somewhere to hide. He climbed a fire escape in a dark alleyway to get some higher ground and decided to sit down and watch while the back up arrived. He was out of their sight for now, but more importantly he was just beginning to realize that the scope of the city was going to make this difficult - Katniss might not even be here anymore, and if he took too long the Capitol might get to her before he did. He had to make sure his next move was something a little more useful than scrapping with the local law enforcement.

All in all, not the greatest start.

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Ben had been flying around, quite literally looking for trouble, for maybe half an hour when he caught sight of a guy sitting on top of an apartment building. He hovered a good distance a way for a bit; the guy didn't look like he was actively trying to break in or anything, but he still didn't exactly seem to be relaxing down there. In the end, Ben decided no harm could come from making sure and flew in closer.

He made no effort to make his approach quiet (not that it would have worked, considering that he was maneuvering by literally blasting fire from his hands and feet), but didn't actively try for aggression either, dropping onto the roof a few yards away from the man. "Little early for stargazing."

Finnick did his best not to look surprised, but it was honestly a little difficult. He'd seen tricks done with fabric and pyrotechnics to create harmless fire on a person's body, and he'd seen the freaks of the Capitol who could throw fire around at will, but certainly nothing like this before. Something told him this fire was not harmless, so he wisely decided not to jump straight into a fight and just held up his trident in front of him instead, points extended towards his visitor.

When said visitor spoke, it was even a little more startling. Finally, the past was starting to get a little interesting. He narrowed his eyes and asked in a level but guarded tone: "What are you?"

When it registered that some kind of weapon was being pointed at him, Ben forced down his immediate urge to attack and took a step back, holding his hands up defensively. Or offensively. Whichever turned out to be necessary.

"Hey, it's okay! I'm a superhero," he explained. "I'm not planning to set you on fire or anything." He didn't add 'so how about putting down the trident', but he figured it was implied. The guy didn't seem actually malicious yet, and it wasn't like Heatblast didn't tend to freak people out.

He took a single, cautious step forward, hands still up. "I just wanna know, though - what are you doing up here?"

He didn't lower the trident, but Finnick did force himself to relax his shoulders a little, just to communicate that he wasn't going to be a threat unless provoked. The word superhero didn't mean a whole lot to him, but he had to assume it was supposed to put him at ease. It didn't. He was still caught up on the whole walking pile of magma thing.

But he had to respond somehow, and in some way that didn't give away how out of place he was. He smirked a little, as if he was confident that he was supposed to be on this roof and that there was absolutely nothing wrong or suspicious about it. "Observing. What are you doing here?"

Seeing the man appear to relax a bit was reassuring; if he wasn't hostile toward superheroes, that seemed to confirm Ben's suspicions that this wasn't a criminal he was dealing with, so Ben lowered his hands for the moment.

"I'm just up here to find out what you're doing. What are you 'observing' anyway?" He put finger quotes around 'observing', less out of genuine suspicion than curiosity.

Finnick effortlessly stopped himself from rolling his eyes. He didn't know whether this thing (alien? creature?) would turn out to be helpful or aggressive, so he had to play nice for the time being. He didn't think it would go over well with this "superhero" if he admitted to knocking out those two officers, so he decided to get to the point. He lifted the trident a little so that it wasn't pointed directly at his new friend, but he was still ready to strike or defend himself.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone who might be a little hard to find." If she's smart. Finnick didn't add that part. He had a feeling that people might not want to help him if they thought he was going to hurt Katniss, which he definitely was not planning on doing. "I was hoping some inspiration might strike."

"Oh." For a moment, Ben is kind of at a loss. This is far from his specialty; it would probably be best if he could get this guy into contact with someone who- OH wait he could totally do that.

"Hey, have you tried The Watch? I bet someone on there could help you out!"

"The Watch?" Finnick felt like he should know what that is, and it made him terribly uncomfortable. But if this was going to help him, he couldn't risk acting as if he knew it and missing out on some important information. "What is that?"

"You- what?" Ben did something of a double-take - who around here didn't know about The Watch?

"Uh, the big online forum? Superheroes use it to keep in touch and get information and stuff? ...How do you not know about this?" What, did this guy live under a rock or something?

Well, that wasn't grating at all. Finnick bit back a few choice words and kept his trident where it was.

"I'm not from around here," he said, forcing a smile. "Just tell me how to get onto it."

"Fine, fine." He recited the web address and added "You should be able to put up a help wanted ad or something without an account."

He resisted the urge to make some jab about 'assuming that you know how to use the Internet' - without a fight, he was starting to get kind of bored already.

Finnick committed the website to memory and decided not to ask any more questions. He didn't want to make it even more obvious that he didn't belong here, and asking about the Watch seemed a step too far already. So he just sighed.

"Thanks." A pause. "I didn't catch your name."

Ben grins, as much as a fire-monster can grin. "The name's Heatblast!"

Then he leaps from the roof and blasts back into the air without another word, apparently not considering the possibility that he should maybe ask the man's name, too.

Finnick watches him go, a little relieved. He doesn't need his name floating around out there in case someone from the Capitol has managed to make their way to this time.

He sighs. Heatblast, the superhero. There are clearly going to be a lot of things to get used to in the past.

Bucky has been -- lurking, for lack of a better word. Today, he had been out scouting for jobs. General things, nothing too dangerous or deadly; but even so, there is very little to be found of that in Pasadena. So he has come up short in all senses of the word, on his way back to the metro and to Natalia eventually -- but the sirens give him some pause. The roofs would likely be safer. So he climbed a handy fire escape -- to find someone already there. That was nothing really new, but he couldn't help but automatically go for a weapon anyway. Old habits die hard.

"They're after you?" He nodded in the general direction of the sirens. Greetings were for normal people. Hopefully the cops wouldn't bring out a helicopter, a guy with a metal arm and someone in military uniform on top of a roof was not exactly subtle.

Finnick watched the newcomer, inspected him closely, but didn't bother standing up. His trident was in his hand, the metal points retracted so that it looked like a long, black baton. It was enough to defend himself with, but hopefully not enough to invite any hostility.

The man didn't look the part of a police officer but Finnick was still wary. He knew the walk of someone who was ready for a fight, and it wouldn't do to put himself in mortal peril on his first day. However, Finnick also figured he looked pretty suspicious in his clothes that stuck out like a sore thumb, sitting on a roof and watching while the back-up confirmed that their comrades were indeed still alive. Lying might make the whole thing worse.

"Guess so," he finally said with a sigh. With a wry smile, he goes on, "But it was only self-defense. I imagine they'll give up the hunt soon."

He is certainly wary, though not really willing to fight at this moment. He knows well enough what he's capable of, and would prefer to avoid hurting and/or killing unless he really has to. (Or if he's being paid for it.)

"They might. This town looks like it doesn't get much action, honestly." He shrugged a little, tilted his head at Finnick. "New in town?"

"Yeah," he replied. You could say that, he thought to himself. He didn't want to invite any questions about how or why he was there, so he kept his mouth shut. "Not off too a very good start, I admit."

"Could be worse. You don't look like you've done anything, anyhow." He would know, he has grown accustomed to studying body language over his years in the field. "You heading to LA, or are you sticking around here?"

"I think I'll go into the city," he said, nodding his head that way. "Maybe find somewhere a bit more comfortable to sit down."

"They've got better places than rooftops, that's for sure." He shrugged a bit. "Need a tour, or will you be okay?"

He considered it a moment, looking out at the city again. "I think I'll be fine," he said. "I have plenty of time to acquaint myself with the city, after all."

"Yeah, I guess that's true." There was a quick, slightly wry purse of his lips, another little shrug. "I needed a tour. But I've never been to Los Angeles much."

Finnick thought about it again. He really needed to prioritize finding Katniss and hopefully also finding a place to sleep in the process, but it would be very useful to be able to find his way around once that's all said and done.

"Maybe another time," he said. "I have some business to take care of."

"Alright." It was probably an unwise offer anyway, but he had been slightly bored since their arrival in LA. He's not entirely made for the quiet life.

"If you change your mind, look for Anatoly on the network."

"I will," Finnick said. "And thanks," he added, after a beat. He gave the man another once-over and met his eyes. He was still a little suspicious, but it was hard not to be in his position.

"Sure." He returned the favor, meeting Finnick's eyes with a bit of a smirk. It's not often he finds himself being semi-friendly to new people, but hey. It couldn't hurt to cultivate at least one good relationship, right? You never knew when they would come in handy.

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i'm so sorry about ben

i'm sorry about finnick tbh

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