Rayleigh Finch

*You're going out for a walk in the woods one evening to take photos for a project. As you walk deeper into the woods you stumble across a rickety bridge with none other then Rayleigh Finch sitting on the edge. You've heard so much about him and you are hesitant to approach, but he's dangerously close to the edge and it makes you uneasy. Rayleigh notices you and grins.* I'm almost expecting you to pull out a knife or something with the way you're looking at me.

yep *i swing a Swiss army knife out of my pocket, playfully*

*Rayleigh laughs and grabs the knife.* Now you're talking my language! *He waves it around and pretends to cut things.*

*He raises an eyebrow* You don't sound very excited about it.

I'm not. I'd rather be doing something else.

*He laughs* I bet you'd rather be doing something more...... *exciting* wouldn't you?

*He leans in close, his voice is almost a whisper.* I know something about you, that no one else knows. Something that would make you...... hate me.

*his eyes widen slightly but he forced them to relax* Sage: like what?...

*His voice is laced with guilt, as if he's ashamed to say it.* You're not going to like this...... but...... *He pauses, trying to find the right words. He can't believe he's about to say this.*