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Finn had already been to bed, but true to his nature, only three hours had past before he jolted awake, his eye wide, his breathing heavy. He reached up to run fingers through his hair, and had gotten out of bed and gotten dressed within moments afterwards. He could hear rain beating down against his window, hear the odd crack of thunder pealing in the distance, and so he dressed warm, throwing a hoody on over top of his long sleeved shirt, and a thin water proof slicker over that, to go along with his grey sweatpants and white running shoes.

Every morning when he woke up, no matter how early, he went for a jog. Sometimes, he found that he got tired after only a lap or two, and could manage to go back to bed for a second round of sleep, though that usually only gave him a maximum of two more hours. If the jog was particularly early, like the one this morning would be, he'd go again at a somewhat more reasonable hour, when he and Oliver met up to run together.

He was dressed within a few short moments, and out his door shortly after that. He jogged down the hallway, banging a fist on Jack's door as he went past just because he could, and was soon out the door.

The rain was practically torrential, and the wind was fierce. Half blind as he was already, in the dark, with those icy sheets coming down, his vision was nearly completely impaired.

But still, after a few preliminary stretches, he began to run. The faster he could get his heart rate going, the warmer he would become, and soon the rain wouldn't even matter. He new his route well, and could have done it with his eye closed, which was probably good in this case. He was coming up to the training fields, fast, and about to turn, when by pure happenstance alone, the sky lit up with lightening, illuminating for a brief moment the area around him, giving him a quick glimpse before it was lights out again, and a resounding crack of thunder shook the grounds.

But in that time, he had seen something, and his jogging slowed to a stop.

"HEY!" He called out, not quite recognizing the dark figure out on the training grounds. Immediately he felt some amount of concern. He almost never ran into anybody outside at this time of night, and out in this kind of weather? Pretty much unheard of. "ARE YOU OKAY?"

Because something must have been wrong.

In the darkness and the rain that poured down around him, obscuring already poor vision, it wasn't until Finn got quite close to the other figure that he realized just who it was, and his eyebrows lifted in surprise, though the motion was likely hidden by his drawn up hood. "Chance." There was only a hint of surprise in the tone of his voice, which was likely drowned out by the pouring rain anyways. He stopped jogging once he got near, and had walked the rest of the way, reaching up with his left hand to wipe his face clear of water (not that it really helped).

Chance appeared to be fine, and he confirmed as much when he said so out loud. Still, it seemed rather odd that he was just wandering around in the rain in the dark.

"Jogging." Came the short and honest reply. "What are you doing?" There was no suspicion in his voice what so ever, though Finn was feeling it on the inside.

"I jog every morning." Emphasis on the word, because it at least implied that Finn had already gone to bed, for a couple of hours at least. "Rain or not." Though typically, not was more common.

Finn wiped away another handful of water that was coursing down his face, and smirked. "Kind of is a bit of an understatement." He shook his head and scoffed a laugh, before finally relaxing a little bit. If Chance was out here doing something that he shouldn't...then he was pretty good at hiding it. Finn did have a little scan around, however, just to make sure that they were indeed alone out here.

Not that he could see very far in this weather anyways.

When the other man gave his explanation for why he was outside, Finn actually snorted. "Well I don't know if you know this, but when it's raining, it's typically too cloudy for stars. You could have saved yourself the trouble with a quick glance out the window." Or, you know, just by hearing the rain drops falling. It wasn't exactly hard to make out.

"How long have you been out here, anyways?"

"Sure. Motivated." The flash of teeth Finn gave Chance in the form of a smile looked anything but friendly. Predatory, perhaps, but not friendly. The longer he stood around chatting, the more sodden he became, the slicker not enough to keep out all of the moisture, the collar of his hoody now soaked, trickles of water running down his neck to his chest, his grey sweat pants slowly soaking through to the skin beneath. Luckily it wasn't incredibly cold, just wet, and more of an annoyance.

Finn knew better than to follow Chance's gaze upwards, but he did anyways, catching sight of nothing but a cloud obscured sky and a face full of rain, which he once again was forced to wipe away.

"When I got out here? Close to 3:00 am." He said, while giving his head a small shake. He, of course, wasn't about to pull out his own phone in this downpour either.

The chattering of Chance's teeth so far went unnoticed, though Finn could only imagine that by now, the other man must have been feeling at least a little bit chilled. He frowned at the sun trainee for a moment, as if trying to decide something.

"If you can't sleep, and you need company, we could go inside for a drink?"

Finn could always go back out to jog again later.

Only three. Obviously this guy was some kind of insomniac, and Finn, not being one to sleep much more then three hours a night himself, could relate in a way. Afternoon naps, however, had become his friend in this place, giving him the energy to continue on. He had no idea what Chance did to get himself through a day if he didn't bother sleeping at all.

He continued to smile, however, feeling not at all put off by Chance's observation. "Yes. Only." He repeated, and then waited for the other man to come to a decision on whether or not he'd like to join him inside. He got the impression, briefly, that the other man might even be annoyed by the time, which might have suggested that he'd hoped it would have been later than that.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way make the rest of the evening fly by." The smirk came back, and his eyes flicked up and down Chance's drenched body. "Once we get you out of those clothes, at least."

The other man could take that however he wanted to, because with Finn it could have meant anything. Turning to go, wiping away more of the moisture that had gathered on his face, he walked back towards the dorms with Chance at his side. "What's your room number? I'll meet you there."

Because it was the middle of the night, and no matter what his intentions, he felt it a bad idea to invite anybody to his own room at this hour.

Finn filed the room number away for later, which wouldn't be a much later since all he needed to do was go to his room, strip off the top couple of layers of his clothes, and find something appropriate to drink, something that might take the edge off of the chill from the rain. He walked along with the other man, shoulders hunched against the downpour, eyebrows drawn together as though that could shield his eye from the moisture, and hands buried in his jacket pockets. He scoffed a laugh at Chance's joke, "s**t, maybe I should have just invited you to my room. Not sure I want risk navigating a hallway of depressing music and the soft scribbles of emo poetry in the making." They made it inside, and Finn straightened himself up, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head from side to side as if to work out a kink in his neck.

He took the new info with a cold and empty smile before nodding his head. "Alright. Be there in a few....unless of course something comes up." Like an unexpected but never unwelcome visitor to his own room...though he doubted Ripley would stop by at this time of night. "In which case, don't wait up." He would have winked at this point, but winking with only one eye was...well, awkward. Instead, he smirked and after a few backwards steps, turned and made his way back to his own room, their paths separating for the moment.

Back in his own room, he was quick to unzip and shrug out of the light rain jacket, which he hung on the back of a chair, before pulling the hoody over his head. The action ended up spiking his hair, which he ran his fingers through to slick back once more, the hoody laid on the seat of the chair before he crossed the room to where his dresser and his various bottles of alcohol sat, sweat pants shed as he pulled out a pair of jeans and threw them on, and a bottle of brandy quickly snatched up, before a pack of smokes were also rustled out of his dresser (lighter inside) and shoved into his back pocket. Two glasses were acquired next, and within no time flat Finn was back in the hallway and making his way towards room 196.

Since he was told he didn't need to knock, he didn't bother, juggling the items in his grasp until he was able to open the door, making his way into the room, his eye flickering around quickly before resting on the still rather sodden looking man sitting inside.

"Any preference for where I set these down?" He asked, giving the fact that Chance was still in soaked clothing little thought, though his gaze did linger on him, narrowed. He couldn't quite figure out just what kind of man Chance Bones was, though it didn't bother him so much as intrigue him. "Also, do you mind if I smoke?" He had no problem going outside of the room to do so, if yes, but it didn't hurt to ask.

"Early morning." He corrected the other man for the second time, though even Finn had to admit that it somehow felt a lot less depressing to end a day with booze than to start a day with it, so immediately after the word left his mouth, he grinned and gave his head a small shake, before making his way towards the desk, setting down both the bottle and the two glasses. He didn't bother pouring himself one right away, instead reaching into his back pocket for the smokes once permission had been given.

It wasn't long before he was sitting on the edge of the bed, lighting up and, truth be told, rather enjoying the little unexpected show he was getting, slowly exhaling a long puff of smoke that curled out from smirking lips, drifting towards the ceiling. He felt no shame in watching, because he felt that if Chance really cared or felt uncomfortable, he would have made more of an effort to hide himself.

Arms resting on his knees, slouched forward, his single eyed gaze took in what it could, flicking over some areas and lingering on others, trailing over scars, focusing on small flexes of muscle, narrowing curiously at the darker marks. If Chance should have glanced over at him during the time that he had been changing, he would have easily noticed Finn watching, scrutinizing, studying.

Within moments, however, his near entranced state was broken when Chance pulled a shirt over his head, and Finn sat up a little straighter, taking another long drag of his cigarette, eye lifting up to Chances face from where it had been staring near abdomen level.

"By all means." He spoke, gesturing towards the bottle of brandy with his free hand, cold gaze becoming more focused as he exhaled again, and smiled in his habitual empty way.

"So. Star gazing. That a hobby of yours?"