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Finn looked left, and he looked right. He looked behind himself by craning his neck around and looking over one shoulder. He even went so far as to lean forward and check underneath the bed, before saying. "Where are all the good people hiding, than?" Another smirk, another drag from his cigarette as his gaze followed Chance around the room, watched him pour two glasses but leave one behind. That was alright, as Finn needed to stand up to ash his cigarette anyways before he made a mess on himself or on the bed.

Getting up, he moved towards the window, unlocked it, and lifted it up just enough to be able to tap his cigarette. The patters of rain and sounds of distant thunder became louder, and some of the rain drops splattered against his hands, lower arms, and front of his shirt as they hit the sill and sprayed in all directions.

He left the window cracked open, letting it air the smoke out of the room while he continued to puff away on his cigarette slowly, almost as if he were luxuriating in each long drag and subsequent exhale that followed.

He listened to Chance's reply with more interest than that which was displayed on his face. He liked to learn about others, to be able to try and figure them out, but this man was not like many that Finn had ever met. He almost reminded him of Ripley, in a way, and even now the moon intermediate found that particular white haired man to be a puzzle at times.

"If you ever need help getting to sleep, I'm sure I could assist in a few activities that might do the trick." The smirk widened, the opening that Chance had given him much too good to pass up on, though he left any details on what activities he might be referring to completely vague, even if the hint of an insinuation was there.

And then he shrugged his shoulders. "You would be surprised what you can get away with here...and what you can't." He almost sighed and shook his head, but instead took one final hit off of his cigarette before turning and flicking it out the window, lifting his hands to bring it down with an audible click.

Turning around again, he made his way to the desk to lift up the glass that Chance had poured for him. "Cheers." He held his drink up in the other mans direction, and then lifted it to his lips, downing half of it before bringing it back down again, the familiar burn and burst of warmth that traveled down his chest bringing a vague smile to his lips.

Finn lifted his eyebrows, his smirk on the verge of becoming a grin. "Oh, I'm excellent company, though I suppose to which degree depends solely on the circumstances. In my context of good, however, I was referring to morally." He was amused, even if it didn't show in the empty, flat eyed stare of his eye, it was still more than apparent in his voice. "But interesting, that I will take." He let out a light chuckle than, making his way back to the bed with drink in hand, sitting back on the edge, a thumb roaming over the edge of his glass.

To the subject of activities, Finn gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Well, it's always worked for me...For an hour or two's worth of rest, at least. Then it's just a matter of repeating the process." His grin was positively wicked now, and he lifted his glass for a much more moderate sip, looking at Chance over the rim of the glass, and lowering it again with a swallow of his drink before speaking.

"In any case, you have my number. Call me if you're ever interested." At this point, he was fairly certain he and Chance understood each other, but if not...well, he certainly wouldn't have gained anything from not trying, would he? At least he'd given it a go.

"Atta boy, stick it to the man." He grinned, raising his glass again as if he might take another swig, but instead he lowered it a little it at Chance's next question.

"Before or after I got here?" He asked, his smile falling away though not completely, the glass up and hovering in front of his lips. "I suppose I never told you the full story of how I ended up with this." He lifted his free hand to tap at his eye patch with an index finger.

Finn actually laughed at that comment, a louder sound than his usual chuckle or scoff of amusement. "You speak the truth." He took another sip of his drink, clutching it in both hands again as his gaze lowered, staring into it's liquid amber depths for just a moment.

"Damn ******** straight I am." He looked up with a grin. "Lending out my services to those in need. I'm like a national treasure. But yes, I am good, in that sense of the word, and happy to prove it anytime."

Another long sip of his drink, and Finn was actually surprised to see that his glass was almost empty, but his inspection of the nearly gone drink was short lived as he let out a snort and sat the glass to the side, turning to face Chance a little more directly.

Hot mess of a pirate. Cute.

"Nobody else would, yes, because they would have tripped over my body or slipped on the blood still staining the floor if they'd tried." He gave his head a small shake, still smiling though there was hardly any humor left in the words that now parted from his lips.

"I'm a little hazy on just how it happened, it has been a while. But there was something going on near the portals....The power had been out for quite some time, and we could no longer take leave. I think they were giving away a free vacation? Anyways, there was some kind of draw, and free beer. I distinctively remember there was free beer." He paused, brow furrowing as if he were in thought.

"The beer was warm. It was disgusting."

And then back on track.

"So the portals weren't really working at the time, but the death division assistant, Mark? Ya, scruffy guy, kind of got this hobo-esque thing going for him. He was working on getting the thing working, and before anybody knew what the ******** was going on, we'd all been portaled out into some ******** hunger games arena of nightmares. Seriously, I have no better way to describe it. We were all in tubes when we woke up and there was some countdown and water rising up. Everyone was wearing this bracelet device that kept us from using or communicating with our weapons. We were told that one had to die for the rest to survive, but it was ******** bullshit."

He was shaking his head, and he reached over for his drink to down what was left.

"I don't want to bog you down with the details, so I'll get straight to the point. I ended up with a few others, a couple of friends, a couple of people that I barely knew. We were trapped in a room that was closing in around us, and one of the members of our group had been electrocuted, paralyzed, and completely useless. I picked her up with the intention of helping her out but...."

He shrugged his shoulders than, and frowned. "I thought it was better to kill off a liability than to be bogged down by her. If I hadn't done it, we would have all died right there." It hadn't mattered, in the end. They'd all died anyways, one way or another.

"Anyways, it turned out to just be some ******** up test of some kind. Nobody had actually died, but there was apparently a live feed back on Deus, and everybody saw what happened. I wasn't the only one that killed, accidentally or otherwise. When we got back, of course, we were all reprimanded for our actions." Of course, it hadn't been Deus conducting the test, and he knew that, but for the sake of the story not going on forever, he decided to leave that part out.

"I was the first one called up for what would have been just a slap on the wrist, really, had I not opened my snarky ******** mouth. Could have been anybody, but I was first. After that, nobody was stupid enough to say anything."

He was smiling again, and he reached up with one finger to tap against the front of the eyepatch. "Want to see?"

Finn reached up to rub two fingers across his forehead, partially to scratch the area just above his eyepatch.

"Basically I told him that he was a hypocrite. Caelius, the death division lead. He asked me if I was above the rules as a hunter, and I asked him the same, having heard too many stories about that horrible p***k from my....well, she's my ex, whatever she was, now." He made a vague gesture with the hand that he still held his empty glass in, before setting it down.

"We were still wearing the bracelets, so I had nothing to protect me. He shot at me a few times first." Finn reached up to stretch the collar of his shirt down, revealing one scar, and then lifted his shirt up to reveal the other, though attention could easily be drawn away from it and towards the splatter-like scars all across his ribs.

"Then he burned me. With acid." He let his shirt drop, and smiled, running his fingers through his hair. This was...odd, for him. He didn't typically show off the parts of him that he considered ugly, but now he was not only offering, but willingly doing so. Was he showing off, or was he just that comfortable around Chance already that he simply didn't mind? The other man had seemed interested in it from the first, and to some, small extent, it had bothered Finn for some reason that he should be given praise over something so awful.

The truth was, he just wanted somebody to see how ugly he was. Truly see it the way he did. He was tired of being told that chicks loved the eyepatch or that he looked like a ******** bad a**. The scars had never phased Ripley, had never bothered Fini in the slightest. Was he really the only one disgusted with himself?

Steeling himself, he pulled off the eye patch, revealing the empty eye socket and all of the scar tissue below, scars that matched, to a lesser extent, those that were spread across his ribs.

The scrutiny was actually starting to get to him, but it never showed on a face that was as cold and impassive as ever. He watched Chance for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the verdict. Was he just going to shrug it off like everyone else had done so far? Either by indifference or enough pity to pretend that it was okay? A small part of him actually almost hoped that he did, but a much larger part of himself was waiting for somebody to see him for how very ugly he was.

Finally the other man spoke. "Well, it wasn't like getting an exfoliating facial scrub I can tell you that." The edges of his lips flickered up into a small smile, his thumb rubbing over the surface of the leather eyepatch, which Finn had altered to fit his face perfectly himself, over and over again. Eventually, he lifted it up to fasten back into place, unable to stand being exposed for any longer than he already let himself be in front of somebody who was, by rights, almost a complete stranger.

Chance's words after that were more along the lines of what Finn expected and wanted to hear. Morbid. Gross. Those were the words that stood out even if they were accompanied by others likely meant to soften the blow to his vanity.

"Right. Well, at least you like my snarky mouth." He smirked, scooping up his glass and sliding to the edge of the bed to stand up and move to refill it, snatching up Chance's as well to take both over to the desk.

"I noticed." No point in hiding it. "Got any good stories to go with them?"

"Well, half a face full of acid...." He laughed, though the sound seemed a little more on the bitter side than his usual scoffs of derision. "And for the record, I've never gotten an exfoliating facial scrub either. I just imagine the acid is a lot worse."

He began to fill the glasses back up as he listened, the alcohol itself beginning to make the edges of his mind feel a bit fuzzy, his insides warm. Lifting Chance's glass, he turned to pass it over to the other man, before digging in his pocket for his pack of smokes once more, though he was definitely paying attention when Chance lifted up his shirt to show off the scars that he had only really captured a glimpse of earlier. He studied them with an entirely impassive look on his face, not commenting right away when Chance explained what they were, though Finn had a feeling he knew before the other man even said it out loud.

He let the other man finish before saying. "What an a*****e." He had his own cigarette between his lips, a hand raised with a lighter to strike it aflame. For a brief moment, he hesitated, wondering if it might be disrespectful to continue to smoke, knowing what the other man had endured...but quickly decided there was really no point as he had already smoked one.

But still he paused, and then plucked the cigarette from his mouth, placing it and the lighter on the desk instead, for later, he told himself, as he snatched up his glass and moved back to the bed, closer to Chance this time as he sat on the edge, his body half turned to face him, one knee up on the bed, the other leg on the floor. He took a sip of his drink as he got a closer eyeful of what there was to see, before he reached out with his free hand to brush a thumb over one of the small, circular burns.

"What happened to him?" He asked, somewhat hoping to hear that the man had gotten hit by a train, or better yet, that Chance had hunted him down and beat him to death at some point in his life.

That would have been a real story. This was just a ******** shame, a senseless marring of what could have been beautiful. In a way, Finn could relate. In others, he could also understand why the other man had done it. The need to hurt, to cause pain, to feel powerful, even if over some small boy, was often times addictive.

For a moment, something in Finn's gaze actually seemed distant rather than cold and intense. It was around the time Chance mentioned how old he had been, and leaving home, but it only lasted a split second before his focus returned.

"Well, I have to say, my mother was always a stupid b***h but she was never quite that bad." There was no apology in his voice for saying it, because he felt no need to sugar coat how he felt. "But than again, I was adopted, and I don't think she ever really managed to feel like I belonged to her. No maternal instincts, no bond." He made a vague hand wave gesture while simultaneously rolling his eye. "That's what she always told her friends, anyways, after my dad passed away."

That bitter laugh that so mirrored Finn's did not go unnoticed, and there was something about the sound of it that was utterly soothing. He liked Chance enough to feel comfortable with him, to share information with him that he hardly told anybody...though the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was because, except for Fini and to a lesser extent Ripley, nobody had really ever bothered to ask. Nobody else bothered to open up to him.

It didn't bother him at all that this was the case. If people wanted to know about his past life, he was a fairly open book on the matter, not having anything that he needed to hid. Perhaps it was just that the island of deus itself was inhabited by a lot of very private people.

Whatever the case, Finn was actually enjoying his conversation with the sun trainee, no matter what shitty parts of each others lives ended up being shared.

Finn's hand dropped, and he took a sip of his drink. He didn't really know what to say next. "That's rough." Seemed like an understatement, and he wasn't the type to extend words of comfort or pity.

But something about what Chance said grabbed his attention, the words resonating with often pushed aside feelings that he kept hidden deep in his core. You don't always get to win. Finn smiled at that, let out a sound that was half like a laugh, half like something else, and then lifted up his drink a second time and nearly finished the entire thing in one swig, the liquid burning all the way down, and when he lowered the glass with only it's bare remnants of amber fluid swirling in it's bottom, he turned to set it down on the floor, and then pulled his second knee up onto the bed, scooted back towards a free space against the wall, changing his position so that his feet were together, his knee's partially splayed, his arms resting on top as he leaned back with a sigh.

"Tired yet?" He asked, head rolling to the side, a half smirk on his lips, studying the man out of the corner of his eye.

"Mm." It was a small sound of understanding, coupled with a nod of his head as he reached up to scratch beneath one of the strings that held his eyepatch in place. "I never bothered to find out who my biological parents were. Couldn't tell you anything about them, where they were from, what they looked like.I do sometimes wonder if I inherited this..ability..to see the shadows from one of them though." A frown, quickly followed by a half smile as he adjusted his position on the bed.

"It's okay. She's part of the reason I became the well adjusted individual I am today." A half scoff combined with a laugh and he was shaking his head, running his fingers through his hair.

Sitting right next to Chance, when he turned his head towards him and the other man back in return, their faces were barely any distance apart at all.

The fact that there might be an opportunity for something to happen here between them was not lost upon Finn, who may have been debating it, albeit silently to himself and not very hard, just a thought here and there.

He didn't care to debate it anymore. He knew the rules, and he knew he was within his rights to do as he pleased as long as he wasn't in his own room. It wouldn't mean anything, he wouldn't feel guilty afterwards, and nobody had to know....

Besides, there was a good possibility it wouldn't go anywhere at all, but he was buzzed, and Chance was a good looking man, and he was there, so close, it would really be nothing to lean across that space and press a kiss to the other mans lips, and see just what happened.

"Nope, not tired. In fact, I'm feeling entirely too restless at the moment." He leaned in closer, until their noses were almost touching. "I can think of a few things." His voice had gotten low, his smile more predatory than anything else at that moment.

And than he did what he wanted to do, because he could, and as long as Chance didn't pull away or turn his head, Finn's mouth would find his, his body turning into it, a hand reaching up to go to the back of the other mans head, fingers sliding through damp hair and tugging him closer.