Now before I continue this I would like to say a few things. Read this or don't it doesn't make much of a difference as long as you all know I care. I know I have just fallen off of the face of the Earth with this RPG and I want to apologize for that. I had to step back from here for my health. I wanted to thank all of you for being a part of my life for so long. Each and every one of you helped me realize my writing potential and helped me in one way or another. While I know there were some differences at times I learned valuable lessons and I owe it to you lot. This was my first Roleplay Group and it was fun, but it's time for me to say my goodbyes to it.
I wrote these final headcannons for Andy (I couldn't handle doing Sage). Just a little glimpse into his future of sorts. It's kind of like a timeline. I also included his backup letters as well. I hope to RP with you in the future and don't hesitate to message me on any accounts you may find of mine. I'm always a click away.
"On March 22nd I returned to Vietnam. The only difference was that this time it was by choice. I no longer belonged in Tulsa. Everything was too weird for me. Too different. I couldn't wrap my head around the life I used to live anymore. I was a new person. A new man."
After returning from the war in 1970 Andrew Moore decided to keep his promise and go to college. It was tough, he had to admit, but he knew it had to be done. After all he never went back on his word. He enrolled in the University of Tulsa soon after his return, taking up classes in Criminal Justice and Law. Though he found them a bit dry and a little challenging he did enjoy them.
It was towards the end of his second semester when he met Ava. She was studying journalism and had her nose stuck in a book when she ran into him. Of course his first instinct was to snap at her, the two sleepless night he had before finally catching up to him. But when he saw her stuttering and fumbling around he didn't have the heart. Picking up her books he walked her to her class, asking her on a date as a way to make it up for almost "plowing through him."
On April 25, 1975 Andy proposed to her in their new home as they were unpacking. He bumped into her dropping the ring box, recreating the first time they met. Of course, she had no clue that it was all an act and had turned into a blushing stuttering mess as soon as the box hit the floor. She covered her face out of embarrassment. It never seized to annoy her how she reacted when small things like this happened. When she finally uncovered her face she was shocked to see Andy kneeling on one knee if front of her. He barely had time to say her name before she let out a loud squeal which closely resembled the word "Yes".
On December 28, 1976 they married. The wedding was small, in comparison to the parties he through in his youth, but his closest friends and family were there to celebrate along with him and that was all he needed and wanted.
He had four children: Three boys (Kaide, Alexander, and William) and one girl (Elizabeth) who he not only spoiled but protected with his life. He was the father that, though extremely sweet when you were a friend, did not hesitate to glare at you if you so much as looked at his daughter.
Andy went on to live a long and happy life with Ava who, more often than not, helped keep him grounded and sane. She helped him when times became tough and he felt like he was going to explode. She was not just his wife but she was also his equal. He knew that from day one and he could only hope his children would one day have the same.
Backup Letters:
His Parents
Hailey
Emily
Tulsa
Bye Guys. If you want to keep in touch with me shoot me a message and I'll give you my Skype and/or KIK. I'm going to miss you all.
"Damn, Moore. I guess everyone is just lost without you." He laughed before taking a sip. Shrugging his shoulders casually, Hunter shook his head with laughter, "No, not any recently." He winked before taking another sip, "I’ve primarily been focused on those damn Greasers. God, they just don’t know when to quit. This time though, we’re going to get them. Get them where it hurts."
He grabbed the back of his neck, “I hope you’re ready to get back into action, because it’s going to be one hell of a battle. Maybe not as bloody in the beginning, but it’s going to be dirty. I can feel it.” He let go of his neck, letting his arm fall back to his side as he bit the inside of his cheek. Tension had been swelling everywhere, the hatred was burning throughout the streets, he was beginning to absorb every second of it. He was using it to fuel everything he needed, everything they needed to win this battle. He didn’t care if he had to suffer, but as long as his people went out on top. That’s all that truly mattered.
"Any suggested tactics?" He said in a comical manner, playing it off as a joke, but would have taken a serious answer in a heartbeat. He was going to use any advantage they had, he wasn’t going to let his people down again.
"What can I say? I'm amazing." His shoulders shook with laughter before he slowly brought the beer bottle to his lips. He had needed a drink for a while but could never find himself to go to a bar. He did not need or want to fit into the stereotype."You need to step up your game, Finn. I thought you would have replaced me in the time I was gone. I did give you enough time." He silently laughed at his own joke, shaking his head. He had missed this. The normalcy of just being with friends. His face grew serious at the mention of the Greasers. "I guess it's our turn to win, huh?"
He sighed at the mention of action, memories flowing through his mind. He could never truly get away from it, but these were the Socs. His friends. He would step up for them. "I'm ready. More than I was before that is for sure. It will get somewhat bloody. The rivalry has never not had bloodshed. It's just another part of it now, I guess."
He took a long drink of the beer as his mind ran over all the training he went through, trying to remember everything he had learned. "We can't really do much here that went on Vietnam. 'Specially since we need a jungle and a lot of trees for most." He cleared his throat before shutting his eyes, recalling a particular memory. "We did this thing a few times. Search and destroy. We would go out in groups. Search for the Charlie...and well you get the picture." He stopped himself from saying much more. It was not something he was the most proud of. "I don't know how well that'll work here but who knows."
Well that’s more reassuring to know why I try to get you to quit. I think if anyone can do it, it will be you. {she put her hands on her hips and looked up at him knowing he was about to play around.} Well between you and me, Bobby’s wasn’t hals as good as mine. How did you ever guess? You’re right, it was Miss Pocketful-of-Sunshine herself!
Guess my motivational speech worked after all. That’s all I can ask of you. As long as you don’t try to kill me, then I think we’re good. {She chuckled and smiled.} Pocketful-of-Sunshine amazing, actually. I just finished the biggest project in one of my architecture classes where we had to make a blueprint and a model of our design. Guess who got the highest grade in the class?
I don't think I'll kill you. Maybe get a bit frustrated but not to the point of murder. {Bringing his finger to his chin, he made himself appear to be thoughtful.} Well Bobby told me he was working on something for a class, but it was something more scientific so it can't be him. I'm guessing it was you?
It absolutely can’t. It wouldn’t be the same though if it did. {She couldn’t help but grin at him and she shook her head at him.} I know it is, but you have to kick it in the butt. Well you’re gonna need to try harder. If that means me picking ever cigarette out of your mouth until you either want to kill me or stop then so be it.
Aw, well it’s always a pleasure getting to see my best friend. So what have you been up to soldier?
Well with that kind of encouragement looks like I'll have to quit. I'll try but I can't make any promises. {He smiled down at her before responding.} I have just been thinking a lot lately and how have you been Miss Pocketful-of-Sunshine?
"And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: Find the person you used to be...or lose that person completely."
No light came through the window of his room. It was a dreary day in Tulsa and the weather had taken its toll on his mood. He sat on the edge of the bed, just staring at the wall. The thoughts he's had every day since his return flowed through his mind. It was days like that he tried to avoid everyone, not wanting to feel all the eyes watching him.
It seemed like every citizen in Tulsa always kept their eyes on him, waiting for the moment he would snap. They had heard the stories of those returning soldiers relieving the wounds they received, the heat from the jungle and the feel of the gun in their hands. He didn't want to become like them so he kept his troubles there in his room.
No matter how much people told him he deserved it he could never understand why they thanked him. How do you thank someone for taking a life? "You did not take a life." He could hear his father tell him, "You did what you were told to do." But I shot them down, he would always reply and no matter how much his parents assured him he didn't do anything, he could not shake the thoughts from his mind. Am I a murderer? The question repeated in his thoughts though he never received an answer.
Getting up he walked towards the mirror. The face in the mirror was both familiar and unfamiliar. His eyes looked tortured, as if he had seen too much bad in the world. His hands were scarred from the times he had crawled on the ground of the jungle, the rocks piercing his skin. The slight tan that he had acquired making his hair appear blonder. He grimaced at the person he looked at. This wasn't the person he recognized. The Andrew he remembered never stopped smiling and making jokes, the person in the mirror didn't laugh, There was never a reason to laugh anymore. Dark circles had begun to form under his eyes from the countless nights he had woken up breathing in heavily as his mother stood by the edge of the bed. He hated seeing her face. He was ashamed, when he had returned he thought only he would have to deal with the aftermath, but now it seemed his entire family seemed to be dragged into it.
Sighing, he stepped away from the mirror. He had lost a part of himself. A part of him he knew he would never get back. Maybe that's why they thanked him. With going to war came the possibility of losing more than his life, there was always the possibility of him losing his mind. Looking at his hands he sighed once more. His past self would never return and he would have to come to terms with it. He just had to become accustomed to the man in the mirror.
"Guess you’re right. Might as well be a proper soldier." He said, gently hitting his friend’s shoulder with a playful smirk. "Hope you’re in the mood for pasta." He said as the boy’s walked towards the Finn household, standing there boldly as it should. It would take a lot more than pig’s blood to ruin the beauty of this strong manor.
"What’ve you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you around. You’ve been missing some heated action." He spoke casually as he held the door open for Andy. "Hey mom. I’m home, Andy’s staying for dinner." He shouted softly into the kitchen. Hunter Finn may have acted like a man when he was out, but he was still his mother’s son. Before he could ask Andy anymore questions, his mother came out with a bright smile. "Andy, it’s so nice to have you back in Tulsa. I hope you’ve been doing well. Is spaghetti alright with you for dinner? Would you like something to drink? " She asked. Her eyes were filled with warmth. Hunter turned to his mother shaking his head with a slight sense of laughter, "Mom, it’s okay. We’ll be in the basement till dinner." He said, with an unusual sense of warmth. He was always warm with his mother. She and Holly were his favorite people, he could only show them warmth.
As the two climbed down the basement stairs, Hunter turned towards the smaller fridge and pulled out two beers, handing Andy one. “So, now tell me, what exactly have you been up to?” He asked with laughter in his voice as he opened his beer and quickly taking a sip.
"Might as well." His smile faltered slightly, though he hid it behind a chuckle. His service in the military was still a touchy subject for him. Some wounds just never seemed to heal. "Pasta sounds great actually." He walked behind Hunter, looking around the routes they took. He was always cautious. His eyes taking in every detail surrounding them, and with the rivalry heating up he knew he had to keep his eyes peeled.
"I have just been at home, nothing out of the ordinary." He responded as he walked through the door. "So I've been told. It seems everything happens while I'm gone." He stayed quiet as he noticed the change in Hunter when he called to his mother. It was the same change he went through every time he saw his mother. She would always be before everyone.
A small smile had crept onto his face by the time Hunter's mother walked in. "I'm glad to be back, ma'am." The smile stayed securely on his face, the questions all reminding him of his own mother. "Spaghetti is fine, ma'am." He dismissed himself politely before following Hunter down the stairs.
Taking the beer he cracked it open, taking a drink from it before responding. "You know the boring stuff. Had to fight off a few demons and write to the boys back in 'Nam. Apparently they can't live without me either." He joked chuckling lightly. "What have you been up to, Hunter? Anything interesting? Broken some hearts lately?"
Library visits had been filling Hunter’s time. He had been gathering information on everything and anything that could help destroy the Greasers. It was technical, the information he had been gathering, yet it was still important. He left the social aspect to Brynn. She seemed to have a way with people that he didn’t.
Realizing the time, he knew he’d be late for dinner, and he hated that. He hated coming home to see his mother eating alone. It disturbed him, seeing the loneliness in her eyes. As he rushed to reach the house, his mind was elsewhere, resulting in a careless error. Feeling his body hit against the other’s, his eyes looked up from the ground with annoyance until they met his friend’s.
"Oh really? I didn’t know you were such a hardass." He said with laughter in his voice as he joked with his friend. "Where are you off to? I was just headed home for dinner— Care to join?" He asked with a slightly welcoming smile. He hadn’t spoken to Andy in a while, it would be a good chance to catch up and since the rivalry was heating, he would be needing the help from everyone.
He laughed at the comment. A real genuine laugh. "Hey, someone has to educate the citizens of Tulsa about the sidewalks and how to use them." He smiled back at his friend. He had isolated himself from his friends for awhile so this was a refreshing change.
"I was just walking around." He was actually trying to clear his head, but he'd rather not bother Hunter with his problems."I have nowhere to be, so I'll gladly join you." He honestly had no where to be. His parents were on vacation for a week meaning he had eaten out the past few days. A home cooked meal would be a welcomed change.
Walking throughout the city of Tulsa Andy couldn't help but notice just how cold it really was. His hands were shoved into his pockets and the collar of his jacket was flipped up. He knew he looked like a well dressed hood but he didn't care. He was cold and that was the only way he could battle it. Pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he took one out examining it before placing it between his lips. He was just about to light it when he bumped into someone. "You do understand that the sidewa-" He stopped himself noticing who it was, a smile spreading across his face. "Well I'll be damned. You were about to get the lecture of your life there, Hunter."
Greasers and Socs having fights. Nothing out of the ordinary. When doesn’t she have a lot to write about? Give me that. *grabs the cigarette and stomps on it with her foot* That’s the nastiest habit ever.
This town can never catch a break. {He was going to continue when he felt the cigarette being pulled from his mouth. He sighed at her words.} I know it's a nasty habit but quitting is hard. Trust me, I've tried.
Hm, let’s see here. {She thought for a moment.} Well. Brett threw a party last week and the the Greasers crashed it. In retaliation, the Socials led by Brynn and Hunter crashed the Greaser party a few days ago, and well… it just didn’t turn out the way they thought. Brynn got ganged up on by Sherri, Carmen, and Bria and then Rodney almost killed her. {She blinked as her stomach churned.} So. Penny Lane has been busy not only with that chaos, but with her usual slew of relationship reports and things. You miss a lit when you stay cooped up.
It's nice to be out and feel the sun, even though it is freezing.
{He stood there for a few seconds, letting everything he had been told sink in.} God, you really do miss a lot. Is she okay? How badly did they hurt her? I've been okay as of late. I cleared my head of everything and just thought of the things I had been putting off. It helped with things.
They crashed Brett’s party and fucked everything up. {he rolled his eyes} it was pathetic, but I say we’ve been letting them exist peacefully for far too long anyway.
How badly did they trash the place? {His tone became serious, his face almost a mirror image. He may have matured with the war, but old habits die hard.}
