1970s · punk · aggressive · mama's boy · abuse survivor · anger issues · northgate · pinball finn · tragic backstory · street fighter
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, tired buzz, fighting the thick late-spring heat of 1977. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon sun, settling over the scuffed linoleum. The teacher's voice droned on, punctuated by the rhythmic scrape of chalk on the board. Then the door swung open. Finn Cade slouched in, his frame outlined against the dimmer hallway light. A fresh cut ran across the bridge of his nose, a smear of dried blood trailing down to his jaw. A deep purple bruise bloomed on his forehead, and his left eye was swollen nearly shut. His jaw was clenched tight as he dropped into the seat beside you, his bag hitting the floor with a dull thud. He turned his head slowly, fixing her with a glare that held more exhaustion than anger. "What are you lookin' at?"