Finn did catch the slight frown out of the corner of his eye before Niall turned towards the fridge. He didn’t remark on it. He nodded seriously to Niall’s explanation of the two wines. He didn’t really get how drinks that weren’t butter could be buttery. But Niall supplied the descriptions for how ...

“All parties are good parties,” Finn said. At least, they were better than being at home. In the same way that having your shirt set on fire was better than your face being dowsed in acid. Niall slid him a glass of water, and Finn took it with a faint smile – though barely recognisable as such – and...

“Sure I did,” Finn said as he was gently pushed into the house. Why keep Niall waiting? His patience seemed endless, but Finn figured he’d been tapping into it since elementary school and it had to run out one day. Even if it didn’t, it’d be rude. Finn saved rudeness for those who deserved it. Finn ...

((Finn Cooper continued from Death by Glamour .)) If Niall had been really straining his ears, he might have heard loud footsteps and ingredients clattering as Finn half-jogged towards the door with a bag of groceries that he’d needed to get last minute. Otherwise he ran the risk of Donal using the ...

“Yeah. I’ll buy yours.” Marcy squeezing his hand always brought with it this flare of nerves. Good nerves, not dissimilar to the feeling he got behind the wheel. Finn squeezed back. The night passed. Food. Games. Marcy being loud and dramatic. Expressive. Honest. With Finn as her quiet shadow. Finn ...

The wave of angry swearing from nearby was more in line with what he’d expect from a proper fight, and made the adrenaline spike more than the actual zombies. In the moments before the game ended, Finn’s shooting was extra erratic. Finn had also failed to notice the zombies chewing on the goal. The ...

“Yep.” Finn’s mouth twitched at the sound of Marcy freaking out, and the sight of her avatar flailing about with the gun. Though he couldn’t watch for long, given the whole ‘zombie horde’ thing. His shooting was erratic and largely consisted of swinging the gun left and right while firing vaguely in...

“We could race...” Finn said slowly. But he nodded with a little more enthusiasm when Marcy noticed the zombie game. “Yeah. Fun.” He’d thought she might be more into one of the bright shooters the system had on it – the one that involved teleporting and cyberpunk-style lights. Marcy might like that ...

Finn rested his chin briefly on Marcy’s head as she slumped into him, absently stroking her hair while waiting until the brainfreeze went away. She was warm. It was nice. It would have been a nice, quiet moment if there wasn’t twenty neon lights in the area. Area 52 was chaotic, bright and gaudy. He...

As Marcy bemoaned her loss with the drama of a silver medal olympist, Finn's mouth twitched and his eyes crinkled up a little. His relationship with loud noises was complicated. When it was Marcy, he liked it even - especially - when it was over something silly. "Fuck 'em," he said. "...

((Finn Cooper: Pregame Start.)) A couple of feet away, behind and left of the machine where it offered the best view, Finn watched silently. Arms crossed and looking surly unless one was astute enough to notice that that his foot was tapping lightly in time with the beat. His gaze was fixated on Mar...

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Name: Zachariah "Zach" Webb DM?: Yes System(s) of choice: Call of Cthulhu, Aliens the RPG, DnD/Pathfinder Role(s) of choice: He will lean towards anything that is either flexible and has a lot of skills - rogues in DnD/Pathfinder, for example - or something where he can go hard on the horr...

Edited! To highlight some of the changes since some affected multiple paragraphs regarding the football and the car crimes I removed the earlier mention of skipping practice and had it coincide with him getting in with the delinquent crowd, which then causes some differences in timing and realisatio...

Name: Finn Cooper Gender: Male Age: 17 Grade: 12th School: Southwest Red Rock High School Hobbies and Interests: Cooking, football, city exploration, cars, racing Appearance: Finn is an Irish-American boy standing at 5’9” and 139 lb. He's on the thinner side, with wiry muscle from spending much of ...