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On a normal basis, Tomas went about his own business and left Finley to his; they seemed to attract different sorts of people, and came at things from disparate angles. Which was fine by Tomas. The farm was the farmΒ for a reason, and heβd never tried in his thirty years designing, planting, and tending it to make any particular stake of ownershipΒ (except for the apothecary! that shit was hisΒ until he turned it over to young Doctor Akbar). Finley had set up his area, and Tomas circulated around it.
But while he was on his way out after a day packed with enough varied activity to wear Tomas out, he noticed that things werenβt percolating the way they normally were in Finleyβs area. Usually there were bunches of people hanging on the young manβs every movement, waiting for him to give them instructions; this time they were moving in currents, leaving a space around their focus of attention. Politeness?
Fortunately, Tomas didnβt much consider himself subject to that same social contract. Plus, there was nowhere and nobody on the farm who he considered sacrosanct, territory he shouldnβt encroach upon, so he trundled over to where Finn was sitting and stood there for a moment, arms folded, dark eyes scanning the younger manβs form.Β
βSit up straight,β Tomas said finally.Β βLet me take a look at you.β He bent, taking Finnβs chin in his hand and tilting his face to the side, then up.Β βThe jungle? Is that were you got hurt?β He grunted in his throat, following it with,Β ββdonβt even try to brush me off, I can tell when somebodyβs hurting. Youβll just be wasting both our time.β
βAw shitβ. Finn thought to himself as he heard Tomasβs voice. There were two types of moods for everyone when Tomas was directly talking to them about something serious, those who would listen and those who pretend to be asleep and hope he would just walk away. Finn unfortunetly forgot to do both. βYeah, you can take a look with your eyes, Iβm not a fruit or a prostitute who needs to be touched to check itβs quality.β He let out a sigh as also making a reluctant face while Tomas was checking him. βIβm fine, nothing happening here, Iβm just... thinking a few things, Iβll be feeling better tomorrow.β He tried that excuse again, the same excuse he has been giving people for the past few days.
Itβs not that he doesnβt like Tomas, Finn actually liked him, he was a good exemple for others and all that, but that wasnβt a really good day for him, those days werenβt good days for him. He wanted to be left alone, he knew there were people needing his help, but couldnβt he just have a moment to help himself first? βIβm sorry dude, Iβm just...β He sighed again, shaking his head a little. βYeah, I got a few scratches in the jungle, but nothing serious, Iβm still moving and giving you my difficult mood, see? That means Iβm fine, I just need some space to... anyway.β Finn had that heavyness in his eyes, like not having good sleep for a few days, he knew it, nothing he even could do about it. βCan I ask you something? If you want me to believe youβre worried now, why you only come when thereβs something wrong? Why I never saw you telling me Iβm doing a good job or that Iβm at least helping this place?β
Have you ever been told youβre hot by a complete stranger?
Only by them, cause after people meet me they see that what I have of looks I also have of mental instability and depression so they run away.
closed st. @sagetomashardyβΒ \\ At: farm
And just like that, another sun goes down on the shore. Not that Finn is counting how many were so far, he was just tired of them. After the incident in the forest things seemed to have changed with everyone, fear seemed to be making itβs way into peopleβs hearts and minds, and Finn didnβt needed that. Being alone was always something that helped him think and find solutions for his personal issues, and after some recent events Finley didnβt felt like he had the right to ask anyoneβs help. He was making himself distant, from people, from his job at the farm, from everything. Not exactly because he needed that space, but simply because he wanted to. He wanted distance.
As night would come, he was sitting there, nearby the farm, alone in the tables watching the sky change itβs collors, and as he watched some of the others who worked around the farm with him just pretend he wasnβt there. Finn wasnβt sure if they were respecting his clear request for space, or just decided to ignore him for him being doing that a lot lately, if people were too close, they would notice how his wounds didnβt seemed to be healing very well, or the fact that he had some new scratches around his body. He has been training a lot, doing things others didnβt needed to know and just trying to push some things out of his mind. The blonde closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath of air while little by little the people around the tables started to leave, soon he would be alone, at least he thought, before his great hearing noticed footsteps walking towards him.
If you could haunt someone, anyone at any time including someone in the past, who would you haunt and why?
Well, I would love to haunt my friends, some people in this damn island is always telling me about this thing called Facebook, Tinder and Instant Gram, that people use to get in touch with their friends, but well, in my normal age if I wanted to get in touch with my friends Iβd need an ouija board. Sallute

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βI donβt.βΒ Luke replies brusquely. Whatever they may be, they attacked first, unprovoked and unwilling to talk. He doesnβt have the time and energy to feel for things that are unknowable and hostile toward him. He canβt give two shits about what they are or what they want right nowβ they can fall back into whichever grave they crawled out of for all he cares. Itβs not like Mallory has her heart bleeding out for these ghosts, so he just shrugs it off.Β
When the trio reunites, surrounded by the shadows swarming them, Luke takes a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation. While they are definitely outnumbered, the ghosts are neither armed nor after the kill so far. They are not a pack, and doesnβt seem to have a tactic. They simply cling themselves to anyone alive, possibly clawing or shoving or suffocating their victims. Individually, they are not the biggest threatβ their sheer number and the incorporeal nature are what make them dangerous. Fighting them upfront, you will just tire yourself out.Β
Luke gestures at Mallory to stay close, and keeps an eye out for any lunging shadow. He also noticed the flickering whenever they are hit. βI have no fucking clue,βΒ he replies, panting heavily. Whenever they get closer, he slashes with the axe or kicks them away until they back off.Β βIβm all ears, Blondie.βΒ He says before his head shoots up as the arrow pierces through the thick air. Drops and drops of water pour down on the ghosts (and Luke who stands relatively closer to them), causing them to flicker in and out.Β ββ¦either they donβt like water,βΒ he observes. He shakes his head like a wet dog to get the water out of his hair, before charging forward. His axe draws a wide arc as it strikes down on one of the ghosts, cutting it in half. The cold creeps up on his hand as the blade passes through their form. It doesnβt leave any gash, but it does back away and melts back into the shadow. Luke takes a few steps back to the others, exhaling,Β βor just anything that passes through their forms.βΒ He theorizes and then looks at the others,Β βso, whatβs our play here?β
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Reunited as they are, she doesnβt feel any relief. Luke beckons her close, and she covers his flank, eyes darting over the small, cramped area they are fighting in. βTheyβll back us to one of the drops if we arenβt careful. I know you guys can probably float your asses to the floor again or something, but some of us fly even less than chickens,β she tells them urgently, feeling a shift in the terrain beneath their feet as they back up.
A glance behind them reveals a dense foliage and no sight of what lay beyond it. It could be a cliff, or it could be more path. Mallory returns her attention to the matter at hand, curling her hands into a fist, picking the water up from where she flings it. βAny idea is better than no idea,β she says half a beat before the arrow hits the tree, sending water cascading over them. It hits her and Luke, too close to the ghost, but she shifts it off her hair and skin, flinging it back at the ghosts as they reappear.
Mallory grimaces as Lukeβs axe plunges through them. She sends out a spray of water to a ghost, catching it before its fingers can wrap around his wrist. βMaybe it justβ¦ bothers them? We feel weird when they touch us, maybe they feel weird when we touch them,β she suggests, squinting at the ghosts, hoping she can find something in their depths that give them answers.
As they figure out their plan, Mallory steps in front of them, using her attunement to fling water at them when they get too close. βI can do this a while, but either Iβm going to get tired or they are going to start ignoring us,β she says over her shoulder, already feeling a drain from using her attunement so much in a too short of time. Thereβs no shortage of water in the jungle, but the energy to use it comes from her.
βWhy are we even lingering? Come on, letβs justβ¦ letβs go. Uhβ¦ which way is out?β She frowns, losing concentration for a moment to scan the trees around them, which look undisturbed despite her and Lukeβs ungentle arrival. As if itβs fixed itself since then. The idea sends a shiver through her. She screams as a ghost latches onto her arm in the distraction, another reaching for Luke, ghostly fingers raking across flesh and leaving marks.
Why he had to try to help? Why he had to be the good guy who couldnβt just leave his intuition behind for a moment and try to save his friends first? Why Finn had to put the two most important people to him in danger like that? They had no way out of that trap, they had no idea where they were or which way to go, that forest was a maze and there were ghosts everywhere, they didnβt had time to wander around on their luck trying to find the way out, Finn brought them to their death. He wasnβt a pessimistic kind of guy, that was just him being real, they were there for him, they were risking their lives for him just like every other person he ever lost, once again that pattern repeats itself.
While still trying to catch his breath as his body felt like having an anxiety attack, he would aim his arrows to those things with shaky hands, his gaze trying so hard to keep his attention focused but those things werenβt even seeing his arrows as a problem. Finn was the weak link, he was always the weak link, always the one needing saving or needing help, or having people worried about him and dying on him. Thoughts started to come to his mind as he was trying to keep them away, heart beating so fast that he was sweaty more from trying to control his attention than from the fight itself. Damn, he was so sick of that, his hands were shaking, his bruises were hurting and his attention was everywhere, he was not ok in so many ways, and it was no time for that, his friends were getting injured and there he stood, injured and uncapable of helping. His body felt cold, like the heat from adrenaline was leaving him and a feeling of defeat was taking over, still, he had that arrow aimed, two left, and still he couldnβt think of anything else he could do to help.
Finn took the shoot as the arrow flew into one of those ghostly bodies just to hit the ground like it touched nothing. Causing the ghost to only stop for less than a second before moving against his friends again. One arrow left, and he already knew what would happen. While standing back, watching Mallory use everything she had to keep the water delaying them, and while Luke would try so hard to give them more time to think of something, made Finn wish he didnβt asked for help, he knew Luke would hear it and they would come help, he knew it was dangerous, but he would die feeling a lot better knowing he didnβt caused those two to die with him. As he pulled that arrow to his bow, aiming once again to those things, Finn stopped, took a deep breath and tried to push away those thoughts and feelings, if they were about to die, he wanted to die thinking he tried his best, and not fraking out. He had that aim ready, eyes like eagleβs looking sharp into those things but as he was standing a little behind the other two, his sight noticed a cloudy looking figure a little faster than the others sprinting right to Malloryβs side while she wasnβt looking, he saw it, she didnβt, that things was coming for her blood, he felt it on his spine. βMall, Look out!!β And on a desperate move, Finn dropped the bow, forcing his knees and ankles to give him speed to get to her first, throwing his body in between them at the exactly right moment.
It didnβt felt like burning, it was more like running the side of your body into barbed wire at fourty miles an hour, Finn dropped to his knees, his body trying to understand the pain while his entire nerve system shook for a second and the world went silent, his eyes went wide as he gulped a scream of pain. Drops of blood started to hit the ground as he would go back to recover his senses and hear everything again. He could breathe now, but still he was static, hands and knees on the ground while the pain felt like the first of many yet to come. His breathing was deep as Finn tried to get his crap together and stand, he turned his eyes up to see them, look at those two were the best thing he could do right now, he was useful for something, at least one thing he did right. But as Finn looked up, in the distance, his eyes focused on something, a few meters away from them, a ditch, with a tree trunk by the ground and a very old red strap tied to it. A snap of hope and adrenaline came to him in a second, Finn couldnβt believe his eyes, his heart started beating even faster out of excitement, his body felt like it could move again, run the hell away from that place as he had eyes focused on that red strap. βLuke... do you remember what I asked you when we first met? Right after you saved me from a ditch?β He knew where they were, who would ever believe that there were hope after all. βIf you donβt remember... I asked you if you knew the way back, remember what you said? Cause I kinda do.β
Is there anyone's ghost you'd be *pleased* to see?
No, I donβt think so... ghosts are ghosts you know? It doesnβt bring the people back, it just reopens that scar you worked so hard to let it heal. So yeah, I donβt wanna see anyone familiar, I donβt think it would do any good for me.
What are your character's most common facial expressions (in 3 pictures or less)?
1. The βnice guyβ face
Usually dedicated to most people since heβs actually a nice guy who likes being social, but all it takes is a few wrong words for Finn to change his moods with you.
2. The βidcβ face
He has some complicated moods sometimes but whenever heβs not feeling very social or just donβt like you he would easily look at you with the face of someone whoβs just being polite to not walk out on you.
3. The cute smiley face
A natural thing only for the very few people he actually likes and trusts, and nobody else.
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Luke eyes the axe in his hand, and then back at Castle.Β βI could tryβ he says offhandedly with a shrug. He doesnβt know what works and not works againstβ¦ ghosts? Whatever the fuck those were. They had limbs and heads, at least the appearance of those parts, anyway. Who knows, maybe you could chop them off like aΒ cantaloupe.Β βWhatever they were, they werenβt friendly.βΒ He points out. He doesnβt like the idea of the dead spirits haunting the depth of the Jungle, but he canβt it is the weirdest shit he encountered on this island. People can control fire and water, and they donβt grow old for centuries. Specters are just more horror movie themed.Β
He raises a brow as she realizes the evident absence of the blonde. While Castle begins to call out her brother, Luke goes through his trekking backpack and retrieves a clean piece of cloth he keeps around as a towel or handkerchief. He hands it over to Castle, saying,Β βyouβre bleeding.βΒ And then he moves past her, tuning himself to the sounds around them.
The Jungle feels almost foreign to him. The incessant buzzing of the bugs, the distant cries and calls of the wildlife, the rustle of the comically large leaves of the rain forest, all those familiar sounds are nowhere to be heard. Itβs too quiet. Unnaturally quiet.Β He raises his arm to shush Castle for a moment.Β
The soggy breeze passes them by, carrying the whiff of decay. His eyes shoot toward the direction of a faint yelp.Β βThat way,β Luke gestures toward the source of the scream, likely from Finn.Β βTry to catch up,β he says as he breaks into a sprint without warning. zipping through the trees and jumping over the roots in dangerous velocity. He soon spots the color of blond on the ground, getting swarmed by shadowy figures. He tackles one of the ghosts to the ground as he grabs its head and smashes into the earth repeatedly. And then, he scrambles up to his feet and peels the ghostly hands off of Finn. The blurry figure grappled by him resembles a young man in early 20s with fathomless shadows in the eyes. Luke, without so much as a blink of an eye, strikes it down with the axe. The blade finds no purchase as it cuts through, but from its shoulder to the center of the chest is now a gap like a drawing on scissored paper. It lets out a gasp as it falls backward,Β βhelp meβ.Β He ignores the plead and promptly kicks another shadow over the head, getting it off of Finn.
Luke grabs Finn by the arms and helps him up. Instead of his typical jokes and snarks, he simply asks,Β βyou alright?βΒ He glances back at the pack of shadows appearing one by one, weeping and murmuring like they were at a funeral. He clicks his tongue as he pushes Finn behind him. Despite his constant teasing, Finn is better with bows and arrows than brawling.Β It is prudent to keep some distance between the archer and the ghosts.Β βCastle! A little help here?!β He calls toward where he last saw Mallory.
@mallorycastle / @finnkepner
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She doesnβt point out the obvious: not friendly is a generous term to give something determined to drag you down to the depths to save themselves. βI have some sympathy for them,β she mutters, dragging a hand through her hair with a huff. βBut Iβm not trading my soul for theirs - or whatever the lot of them are trying to do.β Sheβs sorry for them, she really is, but sheβs not going to let one of them crawl their way into her body.
Her fingers touch her cheek, stopping a hair away from it before reaching out for the handkerchief with a short, brisk nod. βFinn?β she murmurs, as if her brother can hear her from wherever he is. Her stomach is somewhere around her ankles, and falling more the longer it takes Finn to respond. She presses the handkerchief against her cheek hard, squinting at Luke, vaguely recognizing the distant expression on his face.
His warning is a short, brisk thing before heβs off, shooting across the jungle floor like heβs made of a pure air. With an annoyed huff, Mallory sprints after him, channeling every ounce of energy into her pumping legs. Heβs lost to her in seconds - but sheβs fast, and it doesnβt take long for her to make out the sounds of Finnβs voice. Or the sounds of combat as Luke launches himself at a ghost, heedless of what seems like a fruitless effort.
Mallory trips over a root, but rolls into it with only a faint twinge in one of her ankles, knocking into a ghost. Cold splashes over her, something even a water attuned canβt completely ignore, but the ghost moves away, hurdling towards Luke. βIβm working on it, Luke!β she gasps, a stitch in her side and an ache in her ankles. Straightening, she heads straight for her brother, hand on his back to let him know where sheβs standing. βFinn! Youββ A ghost shrieks, demanding attention she isnβt willing to give it yet. The cry increases an octave, unwilling to be ignored, running for them. She huffs. ββ¦Ugh, you better believe weβre having a conversation later.β
Sheβs not great with combat; sheβs more of a fight from the shadows type of lady, but no time for worrying about it. No time to think of a better plan. βFuck off, ghost,β she snarls, flipping the cap off her canteen and dragging water from the depths, sending it out in a whiplike motion at one of the ghosts. Drenching them doesnβt work, but the slashing of water through their form seems to make them briefly shiver, to back away a single step before they try to hurtle forward again. βOh, are you afraid of water? Iβve got plenty of it to spare.β
She splashes them, and freezes it, but it does little more than make them momentarily pause before they flicker and reappear. βWhat the hell is this?β β
That unit needed more trainning, there were no doubt about that, but Finn couldnβt be happier to see them. It felt weird being attacked by those things, almost like their hands were so cold that they were pulling the heat out of his flesh and sucking it like orange juice only getting more and more of them to attack and appear. Finn had good eyes for noticing stuff, his body were still pretty scared and a little damaged but he was alive, that was more than enough. Seeing Luke and Mallory there was a relief, both of them were alive, but at same time Finn cursed himself under his breath for needing help and now bringing them to that place. He was standing behind Luke, once again, he saved him, gosh, felt good to have him around, and Mallory being there meant those two lunatics had much bigger chances of surviving.
It didnβt took long for Finn to recover himself, now a little less panicked he pulled out his bow and prepared an arrow, not exactly sure where to shoot that, but ready to do it if any of those things tried to move faster towards them. But then something happened. When Mallory used water against them, even for a second they backed away, not sure if because they were avoiding it or scared of it, either way, that brought something to his mind. All that thing about ghost he would listen about were all connected to the spiritual world and how those things were made of energy, eletromagnetic fields were necessary to create energy enought for them to manifest, and at sme time, water was the perfect conduit to that, so at same time it could bring them, it could push them away, technically.
βUmm... guys.β He spoke with a more controlled voice while looking around. βIs it ok for me to say that I might have a plan?β For a moment Finn tried something, looking up he found a weak branch on the top of some trees, it was connected to a good amount of leafs and thatβs what he needed at the moment. Finn aimed the arrow up, taking a breath and shooting at it, as the arrow flew hard to the branch with them ghosts once again moving towards the group. The impact of the arrow caused the entire branch to shake, the water drops from early rain were pushed away, falling like kamikaze bombs on those things, and there it were, they were glitching again. βAlright, anybody else noticing a pattern here?β
@lucas-lowe / @finnkepnerβ
DATE: December 10th, 2020 TIME:Β Unknown LOCATION:Β somewhere in the Jungle
Luke makes his way through the dark under the thick canopy. His ears are ringing like he was hit over the head with a bat, and he can only hear his own raspy breath. He doesnβt recall being separated from the search party. One moment, he was fighting off the shadows clinging to him, and then when he looked around, he was alone.Β
He stops by a tree and crouches down to recuperate. His mind is still struggling to process what just happened. Hallucination? Some kind of a trick? But the shadows looked and sounded realβΒ βI donβt wanna die,βΒ it said as it sank its claws onto his arm marking him with jagged red lines. He stares at the scratch for a moment before realizing that his old wound has also opened up and started bleeding again.
But something inside him is disjointed, like one of the cogwheels is dislodged and spinning aimlessly, and his thoughts are fragmented. The sharp pain doesnβt bother him, not in the way it should. The ringing in his ears has passed at least, and all the sounds and noises return. Just in time for him to hear a branch breaking close by. He draws his axe, ready to defend himself, and shoots back up to his feet. His alertness is wasted on Mallory Castle, however.Β βOh. Hey.βΒ He lets out a stupid, almost disappointed sound. He lowers his axe, but keeps a safe distance. He stares at her quietly, too long even for him and his antics of scanning people up and down, before finally it occurs to him,Β βwhereβs Blondie? Thought he was with you.βΒ
@mallorycastle / @finnkepner
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Sheβs lost and found people so many times in this damn maze of a jungle that sheβs thinking her best bet to find someone and keep them is flinging herself onto their backs. Itβs what sheβll do to Finn the moment she can actually see him again. βOh, go to hell, ghost,β she snaps, feeling a cold hand in her hair, swatting at it before it can pull more than a few strands loose. It shakes off - her movement, or its own choice, she doesnβt know, and doesnβt stick around to find out.
Sheβs running into the trees in the faint direction she swears Luke was. βFinn! Keep up!β she calls over her shoulder, peeking behind her. Itβs a mess of jungle and shadowed figures - and itβs hard to spot his mop of blonde hair anyway. She narrowly avoids a collision with a tree.
The tree branch proves to be her enemy as she runs smack into it, yelping as she tumbles forward and onto the ground next to Lukeβs feet. βCalm down, just me. Just me.β She takes a deep breath, getting air back in her lungs, and climbs back to her feet. Properly breathing, she asks with less fire than her words imply: βThe fuck is an axe going to do? You going to slice a ghost to pieces?β A beat passes. Tired, she swipes at her cheek where a shallow wound from her stumble oozes blood. βActually, keep it. I feel safer with it nearby. Is this jungle serious? Ghosts? Specters? Whatever you want to call that.β
Her eye dart behind her. βFinn?β she calls into the trees, heedless of the danger. She walks over to Luke, unwilling to let another familiar face disappear into the trees. βHe wasβ¦ he wasnβt far behind me, I thought? Fuck, we have to find him. Finn!β
Finn always heard people say that what controls human behaviour is their emotions, the stronger the emotion, stronger is the thought that causes a reaction, while he was trying to keep up with Mallory, his lost and confused eyes were looking everywhere, he was scared, scared of something he didnβt even knew what it was, scared of what that meant and what those things could do. His lungs were tired of running cause he wasnβt really focused, his attention was pacing around 360 degrees, Mallory was moving forward and Finn right behind her as he could hear more footsteps than it should have around them, branches of trees making noises above their heads, what the hell was going on? So many insane things happening, he couldnβt even keep his eyes focused on his sister. βwhereβs Luke?β he thought, as his lungs were getting more desperate for air, forcing him to slow down a little. He could still follow her, they had to get out of there, find Luke and hope heβs also safe. But as Finn slowed down, a faint and panicked cry ecoed into his ears.
Mallory probably didnβt heard it, thanks to Finnβs connection to the air, his hearing was pretty much advanced than hers, his sharp eyes focused on the direction he heard it coming from as something inside him felt cold and heavy, like his blood pressure for a moment went unstable, he wasnβt totally sure of what he heard, in fact he was praying for it to be just some prank from his mind, as the only thing he could say after he heard that cry was that name. βMiles?β
He lost Mallory, she was nowhere to be seen, Finn wasnβt even paying attention to it anymore, suddently everything seemed peaceful again, the branches, the footsteps, the noises, everything vanished, it was just him, the forest and that faint sound coming from the distance. Finn turned his steps to a new path, not really sure why that reminded him of his kid, he could tell it was a kidβs cry, but it wasnβt Miles, he knew it wasnβt him, and still, his heart felt so heavy, something was dragging him towards that cry so badly he couldnβt resist it. His legs felt heavy, like they were trying to stop him from going but he just wouldnβt listen, his eyes were looking forward like a hawk, paying attention to anything and everything. It was closer, and closer, each step felt like he was about to see a kid crying behind a tree at any moment now. βWhere are you? Are you ok?β He asked, taking a few seconds as he waited for a response and everything he heard was that tired and almost morbid little voice saying βHelp me, pleaseβ, Finn was scared, he could feel his legs shaking, his hands shaking, his gaze locked as he thought he saw something hiding behing a tree right in front of him. Each step felt like he was getting closer to something dangerous, his senses were honking red flags about this, and as Finn got closer, from behind him, an even more morbid and low tuned voice whispered right next to his ear βbehind youβ.
Finn let out a scream, not any scream, but that one scream you put out when youβre living a horror movie. He turned in a jumpscare to see who were behind him only to see no one was there, his body started to shiver faster than he could breathe, footsteps came running from the tree he was focused before and he turned again only to feel like hands grabbed his legs, as he fell to the ground he used his arms, crawling away to as far as he could, but more hands felt like holding him, like trying to scratch him, like desperate to feel skin, he was panicked, so much he couldnβt even think of getting up and running away, so as he was down trying to shake those weird things from him, he hoped someone was listening. βLet me go!!!β

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Think so, but since bisexual culture is liking boys and girls and dating neither, Iβm perfectly comfortable on keeping that information a secret. Sometimes I look at people of various genders and say βwow, niceβ but mostly I lie down on the floor a lot because the onlyΒ βbiβ thing about me lately is that Iβm tired and sad, so, cheers!
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βAim?βΒ Emre repeated, in mild surprise. He took a step closer to Finn, spinning his hand as he continued talking.Β βSo not setting up traps like butβ¦what? Arrows? Slingshot? Thatβs proper peng, man. Well wicked.Β I want in on that, yeah.βΒ
Emre tilted his chin up, watching as Finn excused himself to instruct someone about something to do with plagues and aphids.Β It was interesting, to see the difference between this Finn on the farm, and Tomas with the farm.Β Tomas had a more socialist, holistic way of dealing with others.Β Finn, by contrast, was all about handing out orders and lessons; and the way these people seemed to regard Finn with expressions nothing short of obedience and admiration,Β it clearly had some effect.Β So Finn had loyal followers, it seemed.Β Like if they were back in the outside world, his insta DMs would always be blowing up.
It was interesting, to witness.
Emre grunted, when Finn returned to bemoan the large task of whatever responsibilities heβd assigned himself on this island.Β It wasnβt exactly necessary, from what Emre had learned in his short time here; no one forced anyone to work, everyone was fed and basic needs were met.Β This Finn had decided on his own that he wasnβt allowed to take breaks, it seemed.Β That working on the island, needed to be his life.
βHow longβve you been on Meridium, then?β Emre asked curiously.
Emre had no idea what Finn rambled about nutrients and proteins.Β It sounded like some sort of bragging, which was all fair and well.Β Nothing wrong with taking pride in his skillset, Emre believed, especially here.Β The proof was in the pudding, given how beloved Finn seemed to be.
βRight.Β Well - point me where you want me, and weβll have at it, yeah?β
Finley let out a chuckle as the man seemed really lost for a second about their hunting style around there. βWell, not everyone uses arrows but... if you want to set up traps and wait sitting there for 12 hours straight without moving and waiting for something to be caught, I wonβt stop you.β He shrugged with a smirk as waiting to get some reaction from him.
Itβs not that Finn was dramatic or trying to convince him to do things his way, he was just being honest, thatβs something that never changed about Finn, he was honest. Even when trying to help someone he would always give them choices, they were free to choose. βI like arrows cause with them I can just walk really slow, kill something, get it and come back. Setting up traps and waiting for something to show up is always too boring, and we canβt come back and just go check the trap the next day cause there are other animals who will steal your food if youβre not there.β
As they were talking, Finn was analysing that guy, he seemed friendly, but Finley would always take a while before trusting people, specially the ones who arrived not that long ago. βSometimes I donβt even know for sure.β He replied to his question. βWhen I arrived here It took mea real long time to start helping or even trying to. Took me another while to stop putting my life at risk when trying to scape this island, and later took me another while to stop crying about it. So... about 25 years now.β He nodded, his eyes seemed lost for a second, almost like they wanted to tear up but Finn didnβt even had time or tears for that. He shook his head and let out a sigh, pulling those feelings away for a moment and bringing back his usual short smile βWell, thereβs a lot of boxes still coming from everywhere, Iβll be heading to check the huntings right after these guys finish packing these oranges, so maybe if you help here, I can teach you there.β
HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?
ββ Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth Β
You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again. Β
what some of your favorite meals to cook on the island?
Trust me when I say that I miss cooking some lobsters with butter or cheesecakes, but here we want to focus more on the proteins and nutrients on our food so everyone can be as healthy and strong as possible, so things like a coconut and fish curry or beef curry with four types of seeds that are very rich in proteins and nice fat, some spicy crunchy salads with kale, tomatoes and spinach that are great for the bones and helps avoid osteoporosis and keep the immune system strong, some sweet potato gnocchi with goat cheese, green leafs, mushroons, tomato sauce and quinoa oil, things like that. Is not about doing fancy stuff, is about making sure everyone has enough proteins, nutrients and carbohydrates in their bodies to do their work and to keep their bodies as healthy as possible. Thatβs what Iβm doing here.

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Luke does not even so much as blink at Finnβs words.Β βNope. Youβre not allowed to die on me. Whose aim am I supposed to make fun of then?βΒ He says. This is not the first time they joked about their mortality, and Lukeβs response has always been the same. Not that itβs any of his business, if he had to choose one way or the other, he would have Finn alive.Β βOh, so youβre swearing off rabbit meat, then?βΒ He cackles before he inadvertently moves his left arm and hurts himself. At the mention of Hardy not letting him off the hook, Luke turns his eyes away, scratching his chin awkwardly. After a small sigh, he confesses.Β βHeβ¦ might not know yet, and Iβd like to keep it that way, so yβknow. Not a word.βΒ His eyes warn that he will throw Finn off the cliff if it goes to Hardyβs ears.Β βAnd itβs not like heβs the boss of me. I can take time off if I wanted to.βΒ He argues. He was doing the delivery out ofβ¦ well, a contractual obligation. Though he grumbles and complains, Luke always finishes his job.Β
There are other ways to fill the time then working at the Farm, he thinks to himself but doesnβt vocalize it. None of his business, not his decision. As much as Luke feels comfortable working alone, Finn has his preference and process. Finn is more of a people person, anyway, relatively speaking.Β βIf you say so, Blondie.β He relents and leaves it at that. He raises a brow at that poor attempt at an insult. βWhat do you mean I look pregnant? I am with child, and itβs yours.βΒ He counters with his trademark deadpan joke.
He rolls his eyes again. On the topic of Tomas Hardy that is pretty common.Β βWell, itβs not my fault that every time he sees me he goes into a lecturing mode.βΒ He grumbles under the breath. He looks at Finn and then wonders, if Hardy gives such a hard time on everyone else. Probably less things to lecture for Finn, but he canβt imagine Hardy without that βI need to impart my wisdom so shut up and listenβ scowl.Β βAnd the cocky one,Β apparently.βΒ He adds, although he does agree mostly.Β βHey, Iβve never said anything about being nice.βΒ He points out with a brazen grin.Β βItβs not like Iβm scammingΒ βem. Iβm just tryna lead an honest living.β
βOh so now youβre saying you need me?β He put both arms crossed while facing Luke as making suppositions to annoy him. βSo that means Iβm a person of vallue to you? And that finally Iβll be hearing you say it out loud that Iβm your best friend? Is that what is happening right now?β Luke wasnβt really a tought guy, he was just a guy who needed a really long time to get used to having actual friends and people who would be there for him whenever he needed. He had a tough past, something they both had in common but still, in different ways. Maybe thatβs why Finn liked being around him that much, he cares that his friend wonβt be alone anymore, cause he knows how that feels like.
βI didnβt even had that rabbit meat, I got it cleaned and ready to cook but the other rats working with me were faster than my eyes could see.β He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh followed by a grin. βWait a minute.β He paused it, looking at Luke with a brow raised βHe doesnβt know you almost lost an arm? Oh nice, so youβre for sure having a monologue pretty soon about your hunting today.β He nodded. βHeβs not our boss, but heβs kinda like the guy whoβs mostly in charge of... most things, so...β Finn shrugged, he wasnβt trying to defent Tomas or anything, but anyway.
When talking about Finnβs ways of keeping his mind busy, he would feel somehow good to see that his friends wouldnβt try to change his mind for long, they knew it was better for him to have his mind busy than leaving it with enough time to think too much on too many things he shouldnβt worry. βThe only way for that child be mine is if Iβm the holy spirit and thatβs Jesus cause Iβm pratically a virgin for the past... few years.β He shook his head as a short laugh got out, he wasnβt lying, but that wasnβt exactly something that would ever bother him.
βLecturing mode? What?β His expression changed in confusion. βWait... no bitch, Iβm not talking about goddamn Tomas, Iβm talking about the suspicious newbie you apparently made deals with to teach hunting, you donβt even know if the guys is dangerous or not.β He sighed at Lukeβs slow thoughts. βIβm not cocky, Iβm limited edition. respect.β He had a playfull tone to his voice, as holding back a smile. βYour honest living wonβt put you in front of another axe thrower, I hope.β
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