[ jessica henwick, cisfemale, she/her ] - was that FINLEY SEABROOKE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for FIVE YEARS and works as a/an BODYGUARD has a reputation of being VEHEMENT, but also CHOLERIC. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with BLUE HAIR, VINTAGE RAY BANS, LEATHER JACKETS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
[ jessica henwick, cisfemale, she/her ] - was that FINLEY SEABROOKE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for FIVE YEARS and works as a/an BODYGUARD has a reputation of being VEHEMENT, but also CHOLERIC. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with BLUE HAIR, VINTAGE RAY BANS, LEATHER JACKETS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
FULL NAME: finley seabrooke
NICKNAMES: fin, seabrooke jr.
AGE: 28 / may 13th, 1994
GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her
FACECLAIM: jessica henwick
HEIGHT: 5’6”
SEXUALITY: unlabeled
OCCUPATION: catherine graves’ bodyguard
tw: injury, death
finley seabrooke was born on may 13th, 1994, her mother is a housewife whilst her father is a stuntman, mostly sent to the different parts of the world for movie shoots, sometimes working as a double for famous actors. she grew up wanting to be her father so much, sometimes coming with him overseas to see what goes on during shoots, watching her father in awe as he executes stunts perfectly, how his punches, kicks, or falls look very convincing, she was living vicariously through him.
finley knew the path to college isn’t one for her, she chose the path of becoming a stuntwoman, but it was so different for her compared to her (step)father who has retired a couple of years before her career started to take off, not just because of the weight of expectation that rests on her shoulders, but also the double standard most types of careers carry just because she is a woman, she felt the pressure to do well, to impress people with every move she makes, that she cannot commit any mistake. at first, it did pay off, her work ethic, how she’s laser focused. she was starting to get known everywhere and was booking either films or shows here and there. eventually the negatives of this pressure came into picture, a freak accident on set had sent her into injury that is forced her to retire, hence the now former stuntwoman moves back to nightrest and stayed with her parents for the past two years, unemployed, no path, until she had found a chance to get back up on her feet through catherine graves.
news came about the death of someone close to the woman due to self defense by another, and not so long after that, she thought about having her own security for her peace of mind, and finley took a leap of faith, not expecting for her to be hired at first, due to the ongoing gap in her career ever since she left. yet she had bagged the job and is now working for the news anchor for the past three years. with a murderer lurking around town with everyone unknown of whoever they are, finley keeps her eyes peeled with a promise to herself not to screw up her second chance this time.
her nerves are nearly shot, evident in the way her sharpened gaze flicks towards the other. ❝ somewhere else? ❞ she repeats with an eye roll and empty laugh. ❝ this is precisely why i say i can take care of myself because why did it happen in the first place? ❞ preventing such moments was finley’s job, meaning there was no room for excuses. the younger takes a step into the other, arms folding across her chest. it’s unwarranted, the attitude josie has, but knowing that does nothing to stop her. it never does. ❝ if you’re just gonna treat me worse than you do catherine, then maybe we should just call it quits here? ❞
josie was evidently in a mood tonight, and it was more than just because finley could tell it with her eyes closed, but this place was surely not her scene. all the bodyguard did was stare and be on the receiving end of her wrath of words, yet instead of having them get to her, she only stood there and looked at her in the eyes, hand slid in her pocket until she was done. the second the question was asked, finley couldn’t help but chuckle. without saying anything in response, she wraps her arm around josie’s waist, looks around the place for a secluded booth and immediately walks them there. “not another word.” she whispers on josie’s ear before sitting her down. finley then takes her jacket off, before joining the paralegal. “look at me.” she says as she plants a kiss on the corner of josie’s lips, hand finding its way on her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: rhee’s bar & grill for march madness.
the atmosphere is loud and obnoxious, making josie second guess her decision to show up in the first place. she’s never cared about basketball, or any sport for that matter ( except when jacob played football ), nor does she like the majority of the crowd——she’s mainly curious whether or not she’ll run into kennedy. she’s scanning the patrons when the crowd erupts at something, the nearby cheers hurting her ear. her patience is dwindling fast, completely snapping when she’s bumped into. ❝ do you mind shutting the fuck up for two seconds!? ❞ she shoots daggers, ❝ and i suggest you get the fuck off me while i’m being nice. ❞
finley was on duty for the night, standing from a distance as she watch josie and her surroundings. there isn’t any interest from her to watch the game, only focused on the younger woman whilst the game was playing in the background, too focused apparently that she was taken aback a little bit as the crowd erupts in cheers, and the first thing she does on instinct is walk up to the paralegal to check up on her, especially when her irritation becomes very evident. she puts distance between her and the stranger, shaking her head at them and discouraging them from engaging. “hey...hey...” she turns to josie. “let’s take you somewhere else?”
“Understandable, but frustrating,” he sighs, nodding. The older woman was probably correct in her want for protection, but people tended not to think about the people doing the protecting. He really hopes this lunatic would be caught soon so they could all go back to living their normal lives. “Yeah, everything at Wardwell’s been fine. A bit more paperwork than usual, but…nothing extreme.” He hesitates for a moment, weighing his options before continuing. “Also been digging into self-publishing. I think I’m ready.”
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finley sits there and does her best to listen to pierce and how he has been doing, not just because she’s rather talk about anything else with the amount of times she has been hearing nothing but what has been happening to nightrest as of late, but their recent conversations have made her curious with how the man has been doing. after not acknowledging his presence for such a long time, she knew that they eventually had to talk, given how she ended things. “glad you’re finally doing the thing you’ve been wanting to do though.”
“Do you really?” he asked, tone mostly joking, despite a hint of Kyle wondering if Finley was here to relax. “It is a compliment, I don’t give those out often so you should definitely feel special, Finnster.” Kyle took a sip of his drink, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips at the mention of a certain someone. “Just because we’re together doesn’t mean we’re attached at the hip. Besides, I think she’s hanging with Kat tonight, you know, like a girls thing or whatever?”
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finley chooses not to verbally respond to kyle’s words but rolls her eyes at him. “oh you do know how to make a woman feel special, thanks kyle.” it was her turn to joke this time, before downing already most of her drink. “that’s not what i mean--that’s how you default setting has been though, whenever i see you two interact in the group chat and shit.” she gives him a shrug. “good for her though. you doing the same thing as everyone else? drinking and the night away?”
“How is it that you’ve managed to somehow avoid me since high school, but now we can’t seem to get away from each other?” he asks, crossing his arms as he sets his phone down. There’s sarcasm in his tone, but it doesn’t have the same bite as before—he’s too tired to argue.
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“now did you also buy this place, pierce?” finley rolls her eyes at the man, chuckling to herself before she sits down on one of the vacant stools by the bar, taking a sip of her drink. she doesn’t even want to talk or at least think about it anymore, it was a thing of the past, her and pierce were almost like a figment of her imagination now, which just wouldn’t go away. “let me have peace, even just for tonight, pierce. i’m pretty fucking tired.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as she sits. The look on the other woman’s face seems vaguely amused, and any argument that might have been building up before drains away completely. “I don’t want to fight,” he responds, picking his phone back up to avoid her gaze. “Why the exhaustion?” he asks, keeping the conversation rolling. “What have you been up to?”
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“i don’t want to either, pierce.” finley stares at him for a moment while he brings his attention back to his phone, before looking away to take a sip of her drink. “catherine.” she simply says, eyes on the television as the reason of her exhaustion shows up. “she wanted extra security with everything’s going on.” she slides her now empty glass to the bartender so they could serve her a new one. “how about you? everything alright with...whatever you’re doing?”
her touch is feathered, teasing and slow, as she explores the lower half of the other’s body. it’s something they’ve done often, playing this way, yet josie has yet to grow tired. why, she’s unsure, but it’s also a question she doesn’t bother to ask—just like the one about why she seems to get so jealous whenever her play toy( because that’s all she is to josie, right?) is involved. her hands cease their movements, resting at the dip of finley’s curves when she feels the contact at her breast, making her gasp. she craves more, needs it, evident in the way she begins to squirm after a sharp intake of breath breaks their kiss. ❝ please, baby, ❞ she begs, her request hushed as lids lift to drink in the bodyguard’s visage, ❝ haven’t you teased me enough? ❞
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this was the kind of conflict that finley would never complain about, stuck between the need to feel everything of josie, meanwhile, craving to take in everything of her slowly, to rediscover her every single time finley gets to touch her as if it was the first time she has ever gotten to. before her, everyone else has always been a means to an end, pleasure the only agenda in the bodyguard’s mind. yet ever since...whatever this is started...the need to satisfy the woman beneath her in all points was something finley wanted herself, it was more than just bringing and watching josie get to her own high, a sigh so addicting she secretly hungered for it, a knowledge finley has kept to herself. without a worded response, she pulls josie into her arms, switching their positions as she now sits against the headrest of her bed, swiftly taking her top off and tossing it to the floor before she leans towards her, mouth latched on her breast, tongue swirling against her pierced nipple whilst she played with the other, fingers toying with the steel.
Enzo: don't be fooled. a small part of catherine is enjoying this. you know an exciting news story makes her happier than anything else and she's getting a lot of them
Enzo: but yeah i get it. i'm really fucking tired too
Enzo: sucks that there's nothing we can actually do too so really, we're all just sitting ducks waiting for the next fucked up thing
Finley: do you really think she's that fucked in the head, enzo?
Finley: that's me sincerely asking though, not mad. everything about this fucking worries me.
—Starter for @fseabrookefms
Location: Dead Weight Gym
Clearly Sadiye wasn’t original in her thinking that she might need to bulk up on her self-defense skills. She wasn’t sure how popular kickboxing classes usually were — nor how helpful they would be in real-life application — but the studio was so packed she barely had room to move. “What are the odds, do you think, of someone leaving here with an accidental black eye?”
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the gym has been starting to get more packed than usual as of late, with people wanting to learn even just a little bit of self-defense to protect themselves from whoever has been roaming around town as of late and having everyone worried about their safety. she couldn’t blame them, though...part of her couldn’t help but wonder how much it would help them. as she was warming up, she hears a voice behind her. “with the lack of space we’re having right now? i’d say it’s at least a fifty-fifty chance.” she says as she looks around the room. “shame the woman who was teaching the classes is a firefighter now.”
She didn’t picture herself back in Nightrest for more than a quick visit. The small town was full of people she didn’t want to face; of mistakes she didn’t know if she could fix; words she struggled to find. But here she was seated in a bar she knew all too well. “Expect the unexpected I guess,” she brought her shoulders up in a shrug, she was uncomfortable with settling in one place and her hometown out of all places she could choose, but with apparently a murderer and her sick dad she had to stay. “Had a lot of stuff to deal it, I barely had time to catch my breath, so no surprise there.” Which was for the better, otherwise there was a chance she’d give up halfway through and pack up. “But judging by this, doesn’t exactly feel like I’m in Nightrest. Did you know the people who… died?”
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“nobody’s given the chance to catch their breath with every shit that going’s on in this shithole of a town.” and she doesn’t say that because she hated this place, it would always be recognized where she came from, but it’s what it feels like to finley as of late, with how unsafe places have been and the authorities not doing their job well with finding out whoever has been causing all the distress in town, playing god and taking lives of these people who doesn’t even expect it. “no, at least not personally.” but in some way, it still affects her, a huge part of finley terrified of losing not just people who are close to her, but ones she didn’t quite end on good terms with, which is something she isn’t going to admit out loud. “you?”
"How is it that you've managed to somehow avoid me since high school, but now we can't seem to get away from each other?" he asks, crossing his arms as he sets his phone down. There's sarcasm in his tone, but it doesn't have the same bite as before—he's too tired to argue.
“How is it that you’ve managed to somehow avoid me since high school, but now we can’t seem to get away from each other?” he asks, crossing his arms as he sets his phone down. There’s sarcasm in his tone, but it doesn’t have the same bite as before—he’s too tired to argue.
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“now did you also buy this place, pierce?” finley rolls her eyes at the man, chuckling to herself before she sits down on one of the vacant stools by the bar, taking a sip of her drink. she doesn’t even want to talk or at least think about it anymore, it was a thing of the past, her and pierce were almost like a figment of her imagination now, which just wouldn’t go away. “let me have peace, even just for tonight, pierce. i’m pretty fucking tired.”
Dean wasn’t known to deal with his emotions in a healthy way, so it was no surprise her was seated at the corner of the bar. A bottle of bourbon placed in front of him, the bartender tired of filling his glass. He saw someone take a seat beside him, and he could feel their eyes on him. “If you ask if I’m okay, I’ll start throwing shit.” he mumbled, pouring himself another. “I’m feeling fucking great, isn’t it obvious?”
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“m’not everybody else, dean.” finley mutters, sipping on her drink as she stared at the man seated beside her. she could tell that the past few days hasn’t been kind to him, but of course, with that sole reason, she wouldn’t ever even attempt to bring that up. “just wanna have some after work drinks--well now with someone i know. and i’m not in any mood for anything related to chaos tonight. i think everybody’s been through enough.”
