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finn rolls his eyes. “you need to hear me say it?” sure, he thinks carlos is pretty, but that’s not the fucking point. “everyone keeps secrets,” he points out. “it’s stupid to claim you don’t have any. especially because i have no reason to believe you. in fact, that kinda just made me more suspicious, you’ve gotta be hiding something, it’s just a question of how big it is. and trying to hide it makes me think it’s big.” though truthfully, finn doesn’t think carlos is the killer. sure, there has to be something off about them to move here, but it feels too obvious to blame a newcomer. he thinks it’s much more likely to be someone with more ties to the town. technically someone like hana, but… “sayoc?” he scoffs, not bothering trying to hide his disbelief. “you think? i’ve always thought she was harmless. fuckin’ annoying sometimes, but you can’t annoy someone to death.” finn’s tried.  “she’s more like a fly than a tarantula hawk.” he pauses to consider this while he lights his cigarette. “but hey, wasn’t she on the show with you? you definitely know her better than i do. if you think she’s capable of killing i believe you.” shrugging, he passes the lighter back to carlos.

〔　🐿️　〕　　﹕　　𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝘀  𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁  𝗮𝘁  𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝗵𝗲  𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱.  not  in  cebu,  not  in  california,  and  certainly  not  here.  they've  been  here  for  two  months,  moved  into  a  dodgy  apartment  where  they  pay  rent  with  the  job  that  he  has  here,  and  yet  he  still  feels  like  a  tourist.  merely  a  passer  by  in  this  shitty  town.  like  they're  one  moment  away  from  hopping  in  their  car  and  driving  away  again.  but  his  feet  are  planted  firmly  on  the  ground,  unwavering.  shoulders  relax  at  finn's  presence,  but  only  ever  so  slightly  —  there's  still  no  one  here  carlos  doesn't  suspect.  “  you  think  i'm  pretty?  ”   he  smirks,  a  confident  front  if  only  to  conceal  the  jarring  feeling  of  being  recognized  despite  his  efforts  to  escape  prying  eyes.   “  maybe,  but  i'm  not  one  to  keep  secrets.  ”  except  for  the  fact  that  ███  ████████████  ██████  ██  ██████.  “  you  want  someone  who  fits  the  bill?  hana,  ”  he  names,  reaching  into  his  pocket  to  casually  hand  finn  a  lighter.  “  crazy  two-faced  bitch  if  i've  ever  seen  one.  if  anyone's  the  killer,  it's  her.  ”

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“oh, now who’s the freeloader?” as if some movie theater snacks are anywhere near equal to that month that wendy paid his rent. “yeah, sure,” finn agrees with a shrug. he’s never turned down a tattoo appointment before. wendy however… “wait, for real? what, you’re too good for my tattoos for fucking years and now all of a sudden you’re just itching to get one? the fuck does a professional have that i don’t?” only professional equipment, training, hygienic standards. he knows why wendy’s always turned him down, but really, this is just his way of asking what the hell’s wrong without asking what’s wrong.

“and go back to paying for my movie theater snacks? god no. i’m out of plato’s cave and you can’t make me go back.” it’s mostly a joke; she’s lucky enough to not need a real job at the moment anyway. it all makes her life feel even less real than it already does, like everything’s on hold— with her actual life still waiting for her out in california. the m&m bag is accepted wordlessly, a familiar dance. “nothing. i’m bored,” she drags out the end of the word, just on the verge of whining. “should we get tattoos or something?” her fingers drum against the counter, restless, hankering for something she can’t even name.

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being back at deer lake is exactly like when finn realized he forgot his tried and true carhartt at his apartment and had to wear his puffer from high school. it’s exactly like he remembers, but now, it fits all wrong. this is the place where he got drunk the first time, after his ego made him do more beer bongs than his seventeen year old self could handle, just to prove a point to the college kids home on break that said he couldn’t. he still remembers the feeling, but couldn’t point out the spot in the woods he puked his guts out for the life of him. this is also the place where he took his first punch a few months later, still needing to learn how to manage others’ tempers the way he managed alcohol.  in short, deer lake’s a place for kids. and just because whoever wendy was meeting up with from back in the day hasn’t realized it, doesn’t mean finn is still so delusional. “yeah,” finn answers the voice beside him immediately, grateful for the distraction. “in multiple ways, too. both the good ol’ fashioned, meddle with the wrong force of the universe, and you’re fucked way. but also, luck acts like a force. so does unluck. so if unluck builds up, it’s fuckin’ impossible to stop, which is basically a curse.” he takes a second to actually look at the person that asked the question, and realizes he doesn’t recognize her. is she some high schooler? great, now he looks even more like a fucking pervert. “why? d’you think you’re cursed?”

to  elyse,  stranger  danger  was  nothing  more  than  a  tactical  method,  one  whose  purpose  was  to  suppress  and  illicit  that  specific  fear  of  the  outside  that  kept  kids  at  the  compound  in  line.  to  them,  now,  was  a  whole  world  was  out  there  for  exploration.  danger  was  the  cliff  one  must  leap  from  to  cross  over  to  the  side  of  connection  —  it  was  necessary  for  all  things  real,  all  things  human.  it  was  why  she  sat  here  now,  intentionally  occupying  a  seat  directly  beside  a  face  only  obscured  by  the  shade  of  night,  attuning  their  ears  to  the  ringing  of  crickets  and  splashes  of  freshwater  fish.  the  more  self-doubting  parts  of  elyse  hoped  that  her  fidgeting  and  lack  of  words  wouldn't  be  mistaken  for  meekness.  instead,  she  remained,  silence  interjected  with  momentary  glances  over  at  the  other,  some  that  lingered  while  others  did  not,  hoping  to  not  startle  them.  “  do  you  —  ”  they  began,  voice  adding  to  the  subdued  chorus  of  nighttime  noises.  “  do  you  think  people  can  -  can  be  cursed  ?  ”   

LOCATION — deer lake, sat around one of the crackling firepits

TIME — early nighttime

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“the fuck are you doing?” finn snaps at wendy as his coworker wanders off. “you can’t just waltz in here and start shit talking me, an innocent employee. do you want me to get fired?” though realistically, given the way polaris is run, obnoxious monologuing would likely get him a raise and an employee of the month award. “this is my place of work, a serious business establishment.” his scolding is undermined by him sliding a pack of peanut m&m’s across the counter to her. he snorts. “kellan wouldn’t notice if i ran naked through the lobby setting off fireworks. i can leave whenever. why? what’s up?”

polaris movie theater, with finn walsh   /   @wiseacrs

polaris is almost always busy, so she’s lucky when wendy manages to catch the movie theater in a relatively empty state. she spots finn quickly, talking loudly and for probably too long, so she sidles up to the counter by mimicking a yawn. “jeez louise, i didn’t realize you got paid to monologue to your coworkers. shame you never discovered a love for theater.” wendy flashes a conspiratorial smile to his poor coworker, and thankfully they take the gesture for what it is: an excuse to exit the conversation. she turns back to finn. “how much longer you got? what’re the odds on you cutting out early?”

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kellan’s paying the bill, finn reminds himself as his patience nears its breaking point. it wasn’t too long ago he was a broke student, he’s endured far more excruciating experiences for free food. “yeah, whatever,” he grumbles, not bothering to hide his disgust at kellan’s unwavering sentimentality. it’s like the guy’s true calling was to be the eccentric, unassuming mentor in a disney movie that spews bullshit the whole movie only to conveniently share one nugget of wisdom that allows the animal protagonist to fix everything through the power of friendship, or whatever. it makes finn sick. “so, a play?” he deadpans. “you want to put on a play?”

  kellan  might  have  been  generous  but  sometimes  being  in  their  company  was  mind  bending  enough  to  fill  any  sane  person  with  regret  .  somehow  ,  kellan  had  managed  to  find  a  place  where  so  few  people  were  completely  sane  that  by  contrast  ,  his  impact  seemed  minimal  .  not  taking  any  offence  (  as  usual  )  to  the  questioning  ,  assuming  that  finn  is  just  not  able  to  see  clearly  the  vision  …  too  naive  in  his  youth  to  understand  kellan's  exceptional  mind  .  "  there's  no  lexicon  for  life  ,  "  with  a  sentimental  feeling  ,  warmth  bustling  in  each  syllable  although  ,  it  doesn't  really  mean  anything  .  he  takes  the  straw  to  the  milkshake  ,  resting  against  bottom  lip  as  a  long  and  thoughtful  slurp  is  taken  .  "  i  think  that  we  should  host  a  live  performance  in  the  movie  theatre  …  an  interactive  ,  once  in  a  lifetime  experience  .  be  one  with  the  movie  …  not  spaceman  .  it's  not  ready  for  the  world  yet  …  something  else  .  "  

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perhaps finn should’ve known that ‘kellan’s treat’ of after work milkshakes at dolly’s would, in fact, come at a price to him, but he hadn’t anticipated it being his sanity. finn presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth to dispel the brain freeze as they prattle on about their film idea. all too familiar with kellan’s blind overconfidence, finn doesn’t even dignify their comment with an eye roll. “cultural reset?” he says, unwilling to touch the ‘space man film’ with a ten foot-pole. if foster hasn’t bitten yet, there’s no way it’s going anywhere. finn would put a fiver on it. and besides, the last thing a kellan thalman joint would be is mind blowing. overwrought and confusing maybe, but mind blowing? please. “that hasn’t been part of the lexicon in, like, four years. keep up, grandpa.”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

hues  of  dark  eyes  tinted  with  passion (  read  :  delusion  )  as  he  sits  across  from  his  unfortunate  victim ( read  :  friend  ?  )  ,  lips  parting  as  he  spouted  off  one  of  his  normal  tirades  .  the  scariest  part  of  their  behaviour  was  often  the  blind  faith  and  confidence  they  had  in  their  eternal  work  as  a  great visionary  of  their  generation  ,  "  i'm  telling  you  ,  the  space  man  film  that  i've  been  working  on  is  going  to  blow  everyone's  mind  .  i  think  i've  really  done  it  this  time  ,  i've  created  a  narrative  for  a  real  cultural  reset  ...  "  the  unknown  origins  of  his  film  and  lack  of  context  about  it  leaving  many  wondering  why  he  wouldn't  shut  up  about  it  .

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finn is inherently suspicious of new people. well, finn is inherently suspicious of all people, he’s just especially suspicious of new people. but it’s for good reason! why would anyone in their right minds move to fucking red creek of all places? voluntarily? the only logical conclusion, then, is that there’s something really fucking wrong with carlos. and finn intends to figure it out. so when he sees their pink head leave redstone, finn is close on their heels; abandoning wendy and their darts game.  they seem awfully fucking comfortable out in the dark all alone. that is, until finn releases the door behind him, letting it slam shut and they jump like a bunny rabbit. “yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “i’m the killer. but relax, i’m not gonna kill you. you’d be a shitty fucking victim. all those instagram followers would be up in arms about the loss of a pretty face. it’d put too many eyes on the whole thing, might lead to some cop actually competent enough to figure anything out showing up. bit of an oxymoron, though, isn’t it? a competent cop,” finn scoffs. “nah, i see you more as a killer. gotta have a few screws loose to do reality tv.” then, as if they’re having a perfectly normal conversation, “you got a light?”

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.　behind redstone bar, 11:30pm 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛.　anyone

𝗿𝗲𝗱  𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗸  𝗶𝘀  𝗮  𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸  𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.  no  matter  how  much  carlos  tells  himself  he  should  leave,  that  there  are  so  many  reasons  he  should  get  the  hell  out  and  return  to  life  as  he  knew  it  (  despite  the  potential  consequences  they  could  face  if  ever  ████████  )  they  stay.  carlos  stays,  trapped  between  its  tragic  grasp  and  forced  to  watch  its  horrific  history unfold.  under the impression of being alone, carlos  jumps  at  the  sudden  noise,  nearly  dropping  the  cigarette  held  between  their  fingers.   “  jesus,  f  —  dude!  you  can't  be  doing  that  anymore,  there's  like,  a  killer  out  and  shit!  ”  brief pause,  eyes  narrow  at  the  person  standing  before  him.  it  doesn't  help  that  his  response  to  all  this  is  misplaced  carelessness,  the  kind  that  could  make  you  the  first  kill  in  a  horror  flick  —  not  the  kid  who  trips on air,  but  the  one  who  stands  face  to  face  with  the  killer  and  laughs  in  disbelief.  “  unless  . . .  the  killer's  you.  is  it  you?  ”

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(  rudy pankow  .  cis man  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻  finn walsh  ,  a  twenty-six  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  most of their life  .  the  wiseacre  is  known  for  being  clever and  insensitive  and  is  often  associated  with  perpetually scraped knees as a reminder that your brain moves faster than your feet, noise cancelling headphones, smugness settling in your chest when you get the last word  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  (part time) concession stand worker at polaris movie theater word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  [redacted].

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

the basics

full name. finn walsh birthday. tbd age. 26 sexuality. bisexual birthplace. red creek, mi current residence. chicago, il education. bachelor's degrees in computer science and civil engineering, working towards his phd

personality

positive. clever, curious, loyal negative. argumentative, insensitive, blunt astrology. tbd mbti. entp-a, the debater enneagram. 8w7 the nonconformist alignment. chaotic neutral temperament. choleric element. air

appearance

faceclaim. rudy pankow hair. blonde eye color. blue height. 5’11 (but says he’s 6’0) tattoos. numerous stick and pokes he gave himself when he was in high school and bored piercings. none distinguishing characteristics. mischievous smirk, constantly moving hands, messy hair

history

mother. thea walsh, née harlow father. henry walsh twin sister. wendy walsh birthplace. red creek, mi hometown. red creek, mi languages spoken. english & spanish

favorites

songs. wuthering heights ( kate bush ), dynasty ( rina sawayama ), psycho killer ( the talking heads ) movie. the girl with the dragon tattoo show. planet earth book. gone girl, gillian flynn season. winter color. red

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

do not fear. wendy and finn are not twins. or well. they're irish twins (finn's younger). and he skipped third grade.

the walshes rocked. kind and supportive, they knew what they were doing with their kids. so finn had a home life that encouraged him to be exactly who he is. by that account, he’s remarkably lucky. 

however, thea and henry raised some weirdo children. like wendy, finn was overenthusiastic, nerdy, and loud about his unconventional interests, making him a target for bullying. 

but UNLIKE wendy, finn simply did not care. he had a superiority complex and, frankly, the bullying encouraged it; maybe if you troglodytes had brains, you would be operating on the same level as him 🙄

so he just kept doing his thing, not really caring what anyone thought of him or how they reacted to him, he was taught to be so sure of himself that he couldn’t be swayed. he didn’t need a lot of friends, just one or two to perform ritual sacrifices on wendy’s dolls with and he’s good! 

finn never had the transition that wendy did, though i think the bullying subsided after they realized that finn didn’t care, or just grew up. he ran in some nerdier circles, but was never into extracurriculars so he just hung out and did his thing. 

he graduated with near perfect grades, and fucked off to college. i will not say college mellowed finn (he’s still a mean little girl that’s a grown man), but, i think it grounded him. a little bit. while he was still smart enough to breeze through most of his classes, he met a lot more people that he considered to be just as smart as him. plus, he wasn’t tainted by his weirdo reputation from childhood. so, while he’s still decidedly abnormal, he was at his most normal in college. hooray!

then finn kept his normal boy era going and furthered his education! he’s in a computer science phd program at university of chicago rn!

(cancer tw) so basically, finn is a pretentious asshole who definitely thinks he's too good for red creek and only ever would've come home to see his family. HOWEVER he is back in town because his mom was diagnosed with cancer and he is helping to take care of her. he took a year off from his program and is now living at home!

finn is. a macabre freak of nature. so naturally he's always been obsessed with the original murders and disappearances, especially because his mom's brother is one of the ones that went missing. and this time around, he WILL be inserting himself into everything and speaking way too loudly about very sensitive topics in his very insensitive way.

AND as if he wasn't annoying enough. he has a podcast.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

outspoken and audacious, finn can be, well, a lot. he comes in as a hyperactive know-it-all and annoys basically everyone. though the rare few could find him funny, with his quick wit and biting sarcasm! if you're into that. he behaves the same way around basically everyone (he has no respect for authority figures), but finn’s very skeptical of other people. despite being extroverted and outgoing, he’s rather cold because of how hard he is to win over and how slow he is to trust. that said! should you win him over, he is one of the most loyal mfers in the world. he will go to the ends of the earth for the people he loves.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

finn and wendy's father (henry) is a beloved history teacher at red creek! if your character grew up in red creek, they probably had him! he teaches 11th grade.

finn’s podcast is a labor of love. basically, he just loves to talk and get into little arguments about dumb shit with his co-host. and he’s a film bro. yay <3

he also works at the movie theater because he gets bored easily and the employee discount slays.

finn engages in some... casual hacking. he knows his way around a computer, and well, he’s curious! he sees a firewall and says let me in. he doesn’t really do anything with any information, he just collects it and moves on with his life because he likes to know. 

he was on the soccer team in high school. or, more accurately, he rode the bench for the high school soccer team. finn is too klutzy to be an athlete, and it was more just padding for his college applications. but also i'm not married to soccer being the sport he played if any athletes in the group want to use this as a basis for connections <3 it doesn't matter what the sport is, finn was bad at it

finn loves doing crosswords. he is the crossword king. he has multiple crossword apps on his phone, not just the nyt daily because that simply isn’t enough for him. he has to get his fix or he'll die

BIG horror fan. violence and killing is fun <3 but he also enjoys thrillers and crime stories. his first dream job was to be a private eye that stands under streetlights and monologues.  

despite seeming kind of impulsive and easily distracted, finn is actually incredibly organized about things that he decides matters. he has a system in his head that makes sense, even if to the outsider it seems nonsensical: he meticulously color coded his school supplies (though his actual notes from class would need to a decoder) and his all the apps on his phone are organized in labeled folders (his notes app is a mess!)

finn sleeps like an old man with 27 diseases. when he isn’t snoring loudly, he’s muttering to himself, and when he isn’t splayed out uncomfortably, his arms are flailing about. he sleeps with his mouth open and drools. he either can only sleep for a few hours at a time, always on alert, OR, he is basically dead. he has really vivid, absurd, and disturbing dreams. he should see a doctor about it, but c’est la vie.  

will kick anyone’s ass at pool any time. what? it’s just angles 🙄

knuckle cracker. joint popper. it’s annoying and gross

he has a lifetime ban from lakeside grill

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

ngl i only got pinterest rn LMFAO here

[wiseacrs]

#𝑊𝐼𝑆𝐸𝐴𝐶𝑅𝑆, ──── a dependent blog for 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐟𝐦 written by kate (she/her)

finn walsh, 26, podcaster. / perpetually scraped knees as a reminder that your brain moves faster than your feet, noise cancelling headphones, smugness settling in your chest when you get the last word. 🖇️ int. isms. vis. pins.