capitalh | 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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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.

we have an apb out for mr handsome

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i'm so sorry about ben

i'm sorry about finnick tbh