Finn Collins (_spacewalker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-03-25 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, finn collins |
Who: Finn and Clarke
Where: Their apartment.
What: Home from exploring
When: Early evening.
Rating: TBD
Open: ask first
Status: On going
Finn had spent the last week looking for his shop. He was starting to feel a bit antsy. Afraid that the island had taken away his one outlet, his sanity keeper. What kept his ghosts at bay. Jake's overhead pictures had helped with some things. Some of the places he liked to go that were distinctive and beautiful were easy enough to find. But his shop wasn't all that different from any of the others. On the upside, he had found the diner after day two. And on his way home he'd stopped to grab a couple plates of food. Which he settled both down on the counter, before he shrugging out of his overshirt. There were actually two reasons he spent the majority of the day out of the house. Clarke needed space. She needed to get used to being on the island, and... And to get used to him not being dead. And if he were honest with himself, he was still getting used to the not being dead part. And he'd lived here a whole lot longer than he'd lived on Earth. Finn sighed softly, and thread his fingers through his hair. It was long. It had been a while since he'd had it cut. Raven had been the last person that had bothered. |