MEET FINN WALKER

Name: Finn Walker

Nickname: Wally

Birth Date: June 27, 1986

Age: 35

Zodiac: Cancer

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Host of the Late Night Show/Owner of the Wave

Living Situation: 4 bedroom/2 bath house in Old Bridgeport

 “I mean.. I dunno..” Mic said at first as he pulled his shoulders into a small shrug. “I find that hard to believe in some ways. That everything happens for a reason bullshit?” He said with a small shake of his head as he doubted it had been on purpose that his father had died all those years ago and he had spiraled and hit rock bottom. He also doubted it was his purpose to act as the man of the house, especially  at such a young age as well. Mic took another swing of his drink before he also ordered himself another. “Sometimes shit just happen and it sucks. We either deal with it and move on, or find a way to live  with it.”

“And that’s okay, I know a lot of people probably don’t have the same mindset that I do. It just makes me feel a little better and helps me cope if I remind myself that there will always be things I can’t control because if I don’t, I’ll go crazy blaming myself.” He had done plenty of that after his breakup with Ruby and it wasn’t healthy and as a result, most of his relationships had suffered. He still wasn’t 100% back to his normal self but being back in Bridgeport, having the chance to fix things, had helped him realize that  perhaps the blame wasn’t all on him. “I have never really been good at dealing with things out of my control but I’m learning. This is definitely helping.” He said, taking a drink of the beer in his hand. 

My dearest Ruby,  @miss-rubyaustin

Today is your birthday and as your best friend, I felt it necessary to bombard you with a few gifts to not only make you feel special but to remind you that you’re getting old. I could have gone with the traditional gag gifts, like Icy Hot for your aching bones, a subscription to AARP magazine, and a walker to help you get around but I am saving those for when you turn 40. 

As it was, these were just a few things I managed to pick up here in town and two of them had to be special ordered but I think they are the most special. 

1. Box Set of goodies fit for a Queen like yourself

2. Soothing/Relaxing Bath Bombs (I might have tried these myself and given that I fell asleep in the tub, they work as advertised)

3. A foot massager for those days when you need to rest your aching feet after chasing all the kiddos. 

4. A map of the night sky on the night you were born and on the night of the day we met all those years ago. 

5. And most importantly socks with my face on them for those days when you miss me! 

“I am sure there are plenty of secrets. It is just a matter of if you want to be the one to dig them up. It’s likely to make a lot of people unhappy.” Harper replied, as many of those people still had family members who lived her. They might not take kindly to someone digging up dirt on their ancestors. “It would definitely be interesting though, so you just need to decide if it’s worth any possible backlash.” She added, as she knew that personally it was not sure if it was a path she’d want to go by personally. “You could if you wanted to.” Harper added before she pulled out her phone in order to pull up her website. She was always a bit nervous to show people her work for the first time.

“I’m not that kind of radio host. Trust me, I have plenty of secrets myself that I don’t want to get out so it would be kind of hypocritical of me to reveal someone else’s. No, I am more about the supernatural and oddities of the world. I mean, I do talk a bit about real life scenarios and stuff like that but I will not turn into a gossip rag that is only looking to tear people down.” He explained, looking over at her with a warm smile. “If I did decide to do my own digging into the history of our ancestors and found something scandalous, I would talk to the family first to see if it was okay to reveal on the radio.” He further explained, leaning in closer so he could peek at her website. She was incredibly talented and he could easily see one of her designs in his house. “Oh that one is nice. And that one.. Girl, you are crazy good. How much do you want for that one?” 

Finn,

Happy Birthday! Figured it'd about time you had a something to ghost hunt with so use it well.

Love,

Bridget

(gift includes a laser grid light and a EMF reader)

“We do. I don’t tend to find stuff pointed at me as funny.” She said and rolled her eyes. “Please, no. You blew up my phone for a week. I had my brothers thinking I was dating someone they didn’t know about.” She said and shook her head. “You know, it is, actually. You should be very lucky to have me here with you.” Bridget smiled more before she started looking over things. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure that would’ve been much better.” She said as she walked. “Not usually. Unless it’s October. Then you’ll see the Lady of the Lighthouse.” A sigh escaped her. “I think it’s just an excuse for the Rhodes woman to stand at the top of the lighthouse in a white dress.” Bridget paused. “Speaking of, apparently my brother knocked her up.”

“All in good fun, Bridge, you know that. I never mean any of the stuff I say when it comes to poking fun at you.” Finn clarified bumping her shoulder with his. Apart from Ruby, Bridget was the only person who got to see this part of him. Not that he was ashamed of it but no one it seemed had taken the time to get to know him, either catching him on a bad day or one where he wasn’t particulary talkative. With Bridget, he didn’t have to hide, didn’t throw up his walls. She didn’t know the whole story about him and Ruby and while it wasn’t a secret, it also wasn’t something he just tossed about whenever he wanted. “You’re right. I am very lucky to have you, Bridge. Its slowly starting to feel like home but there’s still some people I need to catch up with.” He said, listening to her talk about the Rhodes family. He wasn’t familiar with a lot of the Rhodes, not having spoken to many of them but he definitely knew about Maggie. “No way, which one?” He inquired, lips upturned. Too bad he wasn’t a gossip radio show because this town had plenty to go around. 

 Dominic listened to  the stranger elaborate on his question while he nodded his head slightly to indicate that he was listening. “I see.” He told him with a small shrug before he went to knock back another, much larger sip, of his drink. “That sucks. Not having like control and shit.” He had felt the same way when his sister had gotten older and started drinking and stuff. Not that he thought that was the same problem he was having, but still he could relate to the not feeling in control part. “I mean, usually alcohol helps.” He shrugged back at him.

“I know there are a lot of things beyond our control and all you can do is hope that things turn out the way they’re supposed to but how do you know? How do you know that what is happening to you is supposed to happen? If this is how my life was supposed to go then I want a do over.” Finn stated, shaking his head angrily as he finished the drink, motioning the bartender over to order another one. He had tried to be strong for him mom but the steadfastness was disappearing and his once stoic persona was starting to crack. The alcohol kept the thoughts away but it was only a temporary solution to a permanent problem. “Yes it does.” 

“I guess that makes sense. Sometimes if people are too alike, that becomes a bit of a problem on its own. The key must be to find some sort of balance between the two.” Harmony replied, not that she was an expert by any means. She had married her first serious boyfriend, and while she thought the two of them would be together forever, it was clear to Harmony now that life had different ideas. Maybe the problem had been that the two of them were too alike in the end. “I can understand that. I wasn’t born in New York, but I spent a lot of my formative years there, so I think it’s always going to seem like my home.” Harmony added, and she also fully believed that sometime she’d go back there. The move to Bridgeport wasn’t a permanent thing in her mind.  It was just the next step to her healing. “Some places just own our hearts, and I think that is amazing in a way.” She added, although Harmony was still too new to town to know what this place would hold her her. She was just trying to be optimistic.   

Finn chuckled and nodded his head to her reasoning. “Trust me, for every one thing we had in common, there were two things we didn’t agree on. It definitely kept our relationship healthy because like you said, it can become a problem if both parties are agreeable. It would get boring very fast.” He smirked, looking over at her. “But then again, what do I know? I’ve been single for a very long time and I don’t know if the past relationship I had is ever going to be what it was. I clearly don’t know a thing about love.” He laughed, shaking his head. “We’d been friends since we were 4 so us slowly falling in love was sort of inevitable. But like most things, it wasn’t meant to be.” He didn’t want to go into too much detail, not because it was some big secret but out of respect for Ruby, he wouldn’t divulge their history. Besides, if he had to guess, he would say that she, and all the rest of Bridgeport, knew what happened. That’s the problem with small towns, they know everything. “Despite not growing up in London, it called to me after college, as if I was meant to be there. But Bridgeport, man, I tried so hard to stay away but it always has a way of bringing me back. That’s the magic of this place.” He stated, offering the girl a warm smile. “Despite being a small town, there is a lot to do here so its only a matter of time before you find that thing that makes living here worth it.” 

“I understand that completely, and I agree that everyone’d safety needs to come first.” Luca said with a nod because when it came down to it, safety was always more important than keeping people happy by not changing things. “But you are probably right, I don’t think that many people actually go into the radio station, so you can probably get away with making it your own without running into too many problems.” He added as he felt that people didn’t like change, but that some changes were acceptable. “There were people who just weren’t happy when I opened up my business. Because my building was previously a well liked business that had closed down.” 

“I eventually want to have a cohost with me on my night show so even if the radio station doesn’t get a lot of visitors, I still want it to look welcoming nonetheless. Who knows what the future might hold, I might end up teaching some of the high school kids about DJing or hosting their own show one day if they desire. Still, a little bit of decoration to make a place feel less like work and more fun is never a bad thing. Even if the place never sees another visitor, at least it’ll be a place I can come too if I need a break from home.” Finn explained with a soft smile. “Ah I can see where they are coming from in a way. Especially when it was such a beloved building in the first place. Still, they need to understand that change is inevitable and you need to either accept it or not. So long as those who oppose don’t resort to vandalism, I think we can all coexist peacefully.” He said, joking. He looked at his watch before turning to look at the other male. “Well it was nice speaking with you Luca but I have a meeting to get too. We’ll have to do this again some day.” 

“Oh no. It’s gotta be the real deal.” Sue whole heartedly agreed, speaking out of the side of her mouth. “Oh, trust me the scratch was with it. It was amazing. I can’t wait to visit my next haunt.” She added excitedly. “You should join for our next expedition, I’m telling you you would fit right in with us.” His genuine excitement and enthusiasm was infectious. “As a heart attack. We’ve got shirts and everything. It’s like an official club. We post our adventures on Instagram. We all chipped in to buy some equipment too.” She smirked, her nerdy side showing proudly. “ Listen, I don’t openly invite just anybody. What’s your number? I’ll add you to our text chat and you can meet the others. What got you into haunts in the first place?”

Finn couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement, a smile crossing his face. “I’ve never seen someone so excited about being scratched by a ghost. Of course, I haven’t met many people who have encountered a ghost so this type of reaction is new to me. I’ve seen the shows on television and while I believe most of it is staged and over the top, there must be some sort of truth to it beneath the surface. I wish there was a way us normal folk could investigate some of these places, to see and hear what they have because I know I’m going to be really disappointed if we head over to the factory and there is nothing there.” When she explained more about the club, he could barely contain his excitment. “Absolutely, yes. Okay, let’s do this!” Finn said, giving her his number. “I have always had a fascination with the supernatural but after I got visited by my grandmother, it sort of cemented my belief.” 

 Isla had just stood there and looked at the other when they trailed off to what sounded like a state of shock, before her lips curved up into a slightly amused smile the moment their eyes had locked. “Probably to make this little town seem a lot more interesting than it actually is.” Was the first thing she came to  say, “But then again, I got to admit, I was never sober when wandering the premisses, so who knows. I might have shared a conversation or two with a ghost  in my  time and just not realized it..” Now that she was starting to think about it though, she was starting to become more and more uncertain. A chuckle left her lips, before she tilted her head a little to the side. “I mean, I am happy to take you there..” She said. “But if it is really haunted, I am not so sure about going in. I am not 18 anymore, which usually means not as reckless or even brave.”

“Well that’s just rude, getting a dude’s hopes up like that and then breaking his heart. Still, I’m an optimist and since my radio show is all about the supernatural, I think this would be a great topic to discuss with my listeners. No matter the outcome, it would definitely make for a good discussion.” He stated, looking over at the woman. “See, there you go. Ghosts are always going to be a matter of opinion and perspective. I was visited by my grandmother shortly after she passed away because she knew I needed to hear that she wasn’t upset that I couldn’t make it to her funeral. I’ve told that story many times, some people look at me like I’m insane, others, I can tell they’re intrigued. I never try to change anyone’s minds, merely show them the reasons why I believe the way that I do.” He explained, offering her a warm smile before moving on to the next exhibit. “I wouldn’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You can definitely be my witness in case I go missing.” 

“I guess that makes sense. The founding families seem to be a big deal. I can see why someone might want to feel like they are important to the town’s history.” Harper added as it made sense to her in a way.  “I do a few different types of things, but I do tend to focus on paintings and the occasional sculpture.” Harper explained as she’d been focusing a lot on paintings since she moved to Bridgeport. It was hard not to when there were so many beautiful scenes for her to want to paint.  “I go have a portfolio of my work available online if you are interested in seeing it.” She added as she’d made herself a website to display her work. “Or you can come by and see stuff in person if you prefer.” 

“It would certainly make for an interesting topic for my night show, that’s for sure. What were Bridgeport’s founding families like? What kind of skeletons did they have in their closets? I’m certainly intrigued and with a little more research, I’m sure I could find out some interesting things about not only the town but the people who made it.” Finn stated, more to himself than to her. He made a mental note to start off with a simple internet search and then go from there. He listened to her speak about the type of work, nodding along to her words. “I will definitely look up your work online but perhaps since we’re here in the flesh, I could take a look at your gallery? I have no doubt you’re good, I just want to see if you’ve done something I might want already.”

Avery shook her head quickly to respond and reassure. “Absolutely not, I’d say you’re doing quite a few things right.” She smiled, looking between the dog and Finn. “Honestly I wish some of my other clients were as responsible as you are with her.” One of the tougher parts of the job definitely revolved around offering advice and guidance to an audience that didn’t necessarily want to receive it. Not that that phenomenon was unique to her profession. She opened her mouth to add more only to be cut off by a surprisingly large growl coming from her stomach. The raven haired woman turned slightly red, looking back up to Finn. “Please excuse me, clearly I’m being told to eat something.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her kind words, an attentive look on his face as she explained some of the ups and downs of her job. “I tried my hand at customer service one time in high school. My first job was working at a diner. I was a server and we always had this one bloke who was never satisfied, always complained about his meal and refused to tip his waiter. I finally had enough one night after he refused to pay for him meal. I kind of threw water in his face and told him to leave the store and not come back. Now, I work in radio so that I don’t have to see any people in person.” He confessed with a shrug of his shoulders. When the woman’s stomach growled loudly, Finn laughed and looked over at her. “Well why do we go find something to eat? I was heading to dinner myself after I picked up Rosie. We can just go to the outdoor restaurant up the road and have a nice meal together since I hate eating alone.” 

Luca nodded his head at the man. “Yes, tax season does tend to be when I am my busiest.” He added with a small chuckle. Although, Luca was fairly busy all year long with his various clients.  “Which I am sure people will understand. People can’t argue with structural repairs.” He added with a small nod of his head. “There are also those that would argue that this town could use some minor changes to things, so while some people will be unhappy others will be very happy. Because you are right, it’s impossible to please everyone unfortunately.”  Luca added as he knew that was just the case with everything in life. 

“I never set out to replace the entire building or change anything cosmetically but without those repairs, I don’t see it staying upright much longer. It might not be as bad as I’m thinking, I  hope its not, but I have to keep in mind the safety of not only my staff but the other buildings and people around. I don’t know how many people actually visit the radio station but I don’t intend to change it so that its unrecognizable but I also have to make it feel like its mine, you know?” Finn said, nodding his head. The station was almost old enough to be considered a landmark and Finn wanted to preserve its integrity and look with small hints of necessary updates. “You sound like you speak from experience. Surely you haven’t pissed off anyone lately.”