Finn Collins (_spacewalker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-12-26 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, finn collins, lacey burrows |
Who: Finn and Lacey
Where: Maryanne's Vittles
What: Finn's arrival
When: After this
Rating: Low
Open: To people who might venture into the diner
Status: ongoing.
Finn wasn't sure what to expect really. Not after feeling the sharp point of Clarke's blade against his ribs, and closing his eyes to hide his fear, and to surround himself with something good. Her. Her whispers that everything would be okay, the smell of her hair... And then it was suddenly all gone. The weight in his arms from being tied was gone. The feel of the sharp blade piercing his skin, gone. The rumble of unhappy grounders, gone. When he opened his eyes to find out what had happened, to get his bearings on what had gone wrong, to be sure no one had snuck up behind Clarke and knifed her to stop what she'd been doing... He found himself surrounded by buildings. Buildings like he'd only seen in old videos, and pictures. Things that had been destroyed, by nuclear war, or nature almost one hundred years ago. He let the awe capture him. At least for a little bit. He still had the guilt to deal with, now that the rest seemed gone. He still had to live with what he'd done, and until this moment he hadn't really had time to catch his breath and actually deal with... everything. Still he locked away everything for now. To deal with when he had time alone to do it. Finn let his nose lead him, the moment he saw the diner. Pushing the door open, he groaned to hide the growl his stomach was likely to make. "Oh man. I really think I have died and maybe, maybe, gone to heaven. What is that?" He asked. |