[Open] Well the shot, it hit hard

[Fiontann Jackalyn]

And I swear to the stars
I'll burn this whole city down

Finn was a little worse for wear at the moment. He hadn’t phased at the right time, and had ended up getting a beat down after trying to get away with starting something stupid with the wrong people. Okay, so maybe he’d fucked up a little bit, scratch that, he’d fucked up a lot. Problem was, if he was rattled enough, he couldn’t phase, and he’d been rattled good, by some older thug. He assumed it was a graduate of the school. Okay, so maybe Finn played poker a little too well, and maybe he had started taunting the other players without properly gauging how sore of losers those people were. But still, they’d overreacted, he thought. Whatever, he’d be nursing the bruise on his cheekbone for a month. He looked distinctly roughed up too, as he stepped past the gates. His clothes were torn, there was some dried blood though it wasn’t his on his forearms and some on his cheek. There was a slash across his chest. Alright. Finn now knew that he had best be phased whenever he went down that street, until some new asshat was stupid enough to piss those jerks off. He grunted and rolled his shoulder, looking around.

Now his irritation was manifesting itself in other ways. Ghosts were popping up around him, mostly to peek and watch. Disturbingly enough, a hand popped out of the ground and began to claw around. His eyes bugged and he jumped back. That was a little bit…scary. He wondered how many other dead kids were buried on the campus. He was rather frightened now. But his irritation was showing through again. Finn ground his teeth, the hand sunk back in. Good. ”And you stay there, until I can get a Prof to come with me next time I’m around here.” he ordered the hand.