the chain

[ jessica henwick, cisfemale, she/her ] - was that FINLEY SEABROOKE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for FIVE YEARS and works as a/an BODYGUARD has a reputation of being VEHEMENT, but also CHOLERIC. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with BLUE HAIR, VINTAGE RAY BANS, LEATHER JACKETS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

FULL NAME: finley seabrooke NICKNAMES: fin, seabrooke jr. AGE: 28 / may 13th, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her FACECLAIM: jessica henwick HEIGHT: 5’6” SEXUALITY: unlabeled OCCUPATION: catherine graves’ bodyguard

tw: injury, death

her nerves are nearly shot, evident in the way her sharpened gaze flicks towards the other. ❝ somewhere else? ❞ she repeats with an eye roll and empty laugh. ❝ this is precisely why i say i can take care of myself because why did it happen in the first place? ❞ preventing such moments was finley’s job, meaning there was no room for excuses. the younger takes a step into the other, arms folding across her chest. it’s unwarranted, the attitude josie has, but knowing that does nothing to stop her. it never does. ❝ if you’re just gonna treat me worse than you do catherine, then maybe we should just call it quits here? ❞

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: rhee’s bar & grill for march madness.

the atmosphere is loud and obnoxious, making josie second guess her decision to show up in the first place. she’s never cared about basketball, or any sport for that matter ( except when jacob played football ), nor does she like the majority of the crowd——she’s mainly curious whether or not she’ll run into kennedy. she’s scanning the patrons when the crowd erupts at something, the nearby cheers hurting her ear. her patience is dwindling fast, completely snapping when she’s bumped into. ❝ do you mind shutting the fuck up for two seconds!? ❞ she shoots daggers, ❝ and i suggest you get the fuck off me while i’m being nice. ❞

“Understandable, but frustrating,” he sighs, nodding. The older woman was probably correct in her want for protection, but people tended not to think about the people doing the protecting. He really hopes this lunatic would be caught soon so they could all go back to living their normal lives. “Yeah, everything at Wardwell’s been fine. A bit more paperwork than usual, but…nothing extreme.” He hesitates for a moment, weighing his options before continuing. “Also been digging into self-publishing. I think I’m ready.”

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finley sits there and does her best to listen to pierce and how he has been doing, not just because she’s rather talk about anything else with the amount of times she has been hearing nothing but what has been happening to nightrest as of late, but their recent conversations have made her curious with how the man has been doing. after not acknowledging his presence for such a long time, she knew that they eventually had to talk, given how she ended things. “glad you’re finally doing the thing you’ve been wanting to do though.”

“Do you really?” he asked, tone mostly joking, despite a hint of Kyle wondering if Finley was here to relax. “It is a compliment, I don’t give those out often so you should definitely feel special, Finnster.” Kyle took a sip of his drink, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips at the mention of a certain someone. “Just because we’re together doesn’t mean we’re attached at the hip. Besides, I think she’s hanging with Kat tonight, you know, like a girls thing or whatever?”

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finley chooses not to verbally respond to kyle’s words but rolls her eyes at him. “oh you do know how to make a woman feel special, thanks kyle.” it was her turn to joke this time, before downing already most of her drink. “that’s not what i mean--that’s how you default setting has been though, whenever i see you two interact in the group chat and shit.” she gives him a shrug. “good for her though. you doing the same thing as everyone else? drinking and the night away?”

her touch is feathered, teasing and slow, as she explores the lower half of the other’s body. it’s something they’ve done often, playing this way, yet josie has yet to grow tired. why, she’s unsure, but it’s also a question she doesn’t bother to ask—just like the one about why she seems to get so jealous whenever her play toy( because that’s all she is to josie, right?) is involved. her hands cease their movements, resting at the dip of finley’s curves when she feels the contact at her breast, making her gasp. she craves more, needs it, evident in the way she begins to squirm after a sharp intake of breath breaks their kiss. ❝ please, baby, ❞ she begs, her request hushed as lids lift to drink in the bodyguard’s visage, ❝ haven’t you teased me enough? ❞

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Enzo: don't be fooled. a small part of catherine is enjoying this. you know an exciting news story makes her happier than anything else and she's getting a lot of them

Enzo: but yeah i get it. i'm really fucking tired too

Enzo: sucks that there's nothing we can actually do too so really, we're all just sitting ducks waiting for the next fucked up thing

Finley: do you really think she's that fucked in the head, enzo?

Finley: that's me sincerely asking though, not mad. everything about this fucking worries me.

—Starter for @fseabrookefms​ Location: Dead Weight Gym

Clearly Sadiye wasn’t original in her thinking that she might need to bulk up on her self-defense skills. She wasn’t sure how popular kickboxing classes usually were — nor how helpful they would be in real-life application — but the studio was so packed she barely had room to move. “What are the odds, do you think, of someone leaving here with an accidental black eye?”

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the gym has been starting to get more packed than usual as of late, with people wanting to learn even just a little bit of self-defense to protect themselves from whoever has been roaming around town as of late and having everyone worried about their safety. she couldn’t blame them, though...part of her couldn’t help but wonder how much it would help them. as she was warming up, she hears a voice behind her. “with the lack of space we’re having right now? i’d say it’s at least a fifty-fifty chance.” she says as she looks around the room. “shame the woman who was teaching the classes is a firefighter now.”

She didn’t picture herself back in Nightrest for more than a quick visit. The small town was full of people she didn’t want to face; of mistakes she didn’t know if she could fix; words she struggled to find. But here she was seated in a bar she knew all too well. “Expect the unexpected I guess,” she brought her shoulders up in a shrug, she was uncomfortable with settling in one place and her hometown out of all places she could choose, but with apparently a murderer and her sick dad she had to stay. “Had a lot of stuff to deal it, I barely had time to catch my breath, so no surprise there.” Which was for the better, otherwise there was a chance she’d give up halfway through and pack up. “But judging by this, doesn’t exactly feel like I’m in Nightrest. Did you know the people who… died?”

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“nobody’s given the chance to catch their breath with every shit that going’s on in this shithole of a town.” and she doesn’t say that because she hated this place, it would always be recognized where she came from, but it’s what it feels like to finley as of late, with how unsafe places have been and the authorities not doing their job well with finding out whoever has been causing all the distress in town, playing god and taking lives of these people who doesn’t even expect it. “no, at least not personally.” but in some way, it still affects her, a huge part of finley terrified of losing not just people who are close to her, but ones she didn’t quite end on good terms with, which is something she isn’t going to admit out loud. “you?”

@fseabrookefms​​   ╱   closed starter.

deadlights    ╱   location.  

Dean wasn’t known to deal with his emotions in a healthy way, so it was no surprise her was seated at the corner of the bar. A bottle of bourbon placed in front of him, the bartender tired of filling his glass. He saw someone take a seat beside him, and he could feel their eyes on him. “If you ask if I’m okay, I’ll start throwing shit.” he mumbled, pouring himself another. “I’m feeling fucking great, isn’t it obvious?” 

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“m’not everybody else, dean.” finley mutters, sipping on her drink as she stared at the man seated beside her. she could tell that the past few days hasn’t been kind to him, but of course, with that sole reason, she wouldn’t ever even attempt to bring that up. “just wanna have some after work drinks--well now with someone i know. and i’m not in any mood for anything related to chaos tonight. i think everybody’s been through enough.”

Enzo: yeah i know

Enzo: tf has got you tired?

Finley: of all these, enzo

Finley: people are fucking dying and catherine's back to being scared out of her mind and the police being useless fucks