[center][color=ed1c24][h1]Finnley Morrison[/h1][/color]
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Location: In his room at the beach house
Interacting With: His World of Warcraft guild[/center][hr]
[color=ed1c24]“Fuck, fuck, fuck, get those tentacles down quick!!”[/color]

Finn sat alone, in the room that he organised to have to himself, sitting at a desk in front of his computer, frantically clicking keys and flicking his mouse back and forth. To the casual observer, he would be yelling at noone, but there actually four other people on the other side of his screen that he was talking to and communicating with. [color=ed1c24]“Fuck these things hurt… Hurry, get in turret! YES! Good work dude…”[/color] The one place where his anxieties went away, where he could be himself. Azeroth. He wasn’t some anxiety ridden kid with ADHD in Azeroth. He was Goggles, the level 120 Gnome Death Knight. Goggles wasn’t scared of anything. He had killed the Lich King, defeated Deathwing, lead the charge on Orgrimmar and protected Azeroth from the Burning Legion. He wouldn’t be terrified of leaving his room and facing a bunch of teenagers that he went to school with. But Finnley was. 

Finn leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, taking off his headphones and staring at the ceiling of his temporary room. If it wasn’t for his father demanding that he needed a holiday, and to learn how to socialise before College, he definitely wouldn’t be there. But he was, and he was determined to spend as much of it as he could in that room. Hell, most of the people in the house probably didn’t even know who we was, or that he was there. The only person he’d talked to so far was Richie, but he’s cool. Finn even let him borrow one of the comic books that he brought with him, though he made him promise not to spill anything on it, and keep it in its protective sleeve when he wasn’t reading it.

The young recluse sighed heavily again as he heard a female voice scream something about shots. Probably Missy… That girl scared him. Well, most people did, and the idea of shots definitely did. Finn had never gotten drunk before, and although he was curious, he wasn’t going to brave the sea of people on his own for it. He’d have to be coaxed out of his room if he were to join the party, and the likelihood of that was very slim. As Kendrick Lamar’s Be Humble started blaring through the house, Finn shrugged and sat back up in his chair. [color=ed1c24]“I guess that’s what I’m listening to now…”[/color] He mumbled to himself. Rap and Hip-Hop weren’t his favourite genres, but it’s all still music, and he could see the appeal. With his headphones sitting around his neck, Finn bobbed his head to the beat, and continued to play, messaging his group to say that his headphones were off for the time.