#seamus arran

[illuminesce]

Ripley

There are times when you make mistakes and apologize.

Other times, you make mistakes and dig your heels in, despite you being entirely, blatantly wrong.

This is a story about one of those times.

My partner loves Metroid. Loves it. He has played all of the games.

I, however, attempted to play Metroid II when I was a kid on the Game Boy Color while in the passenger seat of a moving car. I was so frustrated by the game that I didn't realize I had motion sickness until my stomach forcibly expelled its contents onto me, the car seat, and the game.

That was the last time I played Metroid.

This means I have a vague, often incorrect memory of knowing what Metroid is about, and, in my attempts to support my partner, end up getting facts about Metroid wrong.

For instance, in Metroid Prime he was playing a part where Samus was followed by the pterodactyl alien monster and I said—

"Aw man, that Ripley is so scary."

"You mean Ridley?" he offered. This, I realized after the fact, was his way of allowing me a graceful out. I had gotten the name of the titular villain in Metroid wrong and he figured I was just misremembering.

Instead of admitting my mistake, I responded in hubris.

"No, it's...Ripley. It's definitely Ripley."

He squinted at me. "No, it's Ridley...like Ridley Scott, the director of Alien."

"No, Ripley is like...Sigourney Weaver's character in Alien, right?"

He stopped playing Metroid to open up a wiki. To which, I realized the following three things:

Its name is Ridley, not Ripley.

There's no way I could have "pulled a fast one" on a diehard Metroid fan with my limited knowledge (see: fifteen minutes in the car before vomiting) of the Metroid series

I have completely unearned confidence in my knowledge about Metroid AND in the movie Alien

Even after I learned these three things, I still kept saying, "but I could have sworn..." How did I get this knowledge that I felt so sure about? Why was I so convinced?

I have since openly admitted to my partner that I was wrong and he is the Most Knowledgeable Metroid Dude but from time to time he'll point at the screen when Ridley appears and go, "Look, it's your favorite character, Ripley!"

I admit, I still believe Ripley exists, around 20%. It's a feeling I can't shake. Maybe not in Metroid, but in some separate universe, there's a pterodactyl alien chasing the Famous Seamus Arran and she'll point her bean guns at it and say,

"I'm coming for you, Ripley!!!!"

[scots-gallivanter]

FIFTEEN

You can have your Greek islands, son. Girvan had one of the cleanest beaches you’d get. And sometimes you could count two dozen fishing boats hooked up to the pier, and boxes stacked sky high. On top of that you’d Paddy’s Milestone out on the water. What more could you want? Rare chips they were, into the bargain?

Andy Campbell, my grandfather (c. 1980)

THE SKY IS a tall, bright, nippy blue now, cracking to white at the edges. There is a soft marine roar, and I smell seaweed. Girvan’s gulls wheel about in their yellings today. Glaswegians used to sail ‘doon the watter’ for their summer sojourn in places such as Girvan, where they got to spend the weekend wearing Kiss Me Quick hats and feasting on candy floss. They fired guns with twisted barrels, rode on the dodgems, posed for Kodak cameras on the waltzers, and tried their luck at the slots. There were donkey rides on the sand, helter skelter, crazy golf, wall-to-wall one-armed bandits à la Brighton, a paddling pool and boat trips; and an attractive indoor swimming pool was built in 1972.

When Robert Heron travelled through Ayrshire, he saw low huts more like ‘caves dug in the earth than houses built upon it’, and there was no room at the inn for him.

‘Some whisky was brought us which tasted strongly of turpentine; and some pease bannock too tough to be eaten,’ he wrote in his Observations made on a journey through the Western Counties of Scotland (1793).

The coming of the railways in the 1850s made the Ayrshire coast more accessible to the central belt and encouraged the development of Girvan as a seaside resort with sandy beaches, cliffs and craggy outcrops. And it became prosperous enough. It isn’t Dodge City yet, but it is no longer flourishing: in 2021 its high street was voted the worst of 1,000 high streets and town centres in the UK. The survey was undertaken by a retail real estate consultancy, which publishes a ranking every two years and bases its conclusions on shop vacancy rates, and the number of discount stores and ‘low value’ units like bookmakers. They call it their ‘vitality ranking’.

And yet Girvan, at least the site of it, was once the location of Knockushion (the Hill of Justice), the courts of the ancient jurisdiction of Carrick, where Robert the Bruce judged, ruled, and granted charters. (Ironically, the motte hill that once marked the region’s importance is long lost to town development. However, in the 1960s the pillar that marked the site was removed to the public gardens of Knockushion House in Knockushion Street and restored.)

From Girvan harbour today we have a ringside view of Paddy’s Milestone. Ailsa Craig, its Sunday name, is a volcanic pluton that looks both comical and creepy. It sits on the meniscus of the Atlantic, halfway between Belfast and Glasgow as the seagull flies: a giant Christmas pudding or a sinking oil rig, or the head of some monster emerging from the deep. The ancients believed witches had dropped Ailsa Craig from the sky. Heron found it ‘covered on the summit with verdure; having a well of fresh water; stocked with goats and rabbits; and frequented by innumerable sea fowls’. Keats wrote a sonnet about this ‘craggy ocean pyramid’ with its ‘sea fowls’ screams’. His editor, Lord Houghton ventured: ‘That fine object appeared first to them [Keats and his companion, Brown] in the full sunlight like a transparent tortoise asleep upon the calm waters; then as they advanced, displaying its lofty shoulders, and as they still went on, losing its distinctness in the mountains of Arran and the hills of Cantire that rose behind it.’

Sadly, Burns, though an Ayrshire man, only mentioned Ailsa Craig in passing (his Duncan Grey tells us, Meg was ‘deaf as Ailsa Craig’). It is said, though, that, when he married Jean Armour, Burns ordered bird feathers from the island for a new bed. In Sweeney Astray – Seamus Heaney’s translation of an ancient Irish legend – Suibhe, a king of Dalriada, is cursed by St Ronan and is destined to fly around the world naked and insane. He spends upwards of a month on Ailsa Craig lamenting the absurdity of life:

‘I tread the slop/ And foam of beds, / Unlooked for,

Penitential/, And imagine treelines/ Somewhere beyond,

A banked-up, soothing, / Wooded haze.’

Ailsa is a sanctuary for many thousands of guillemots, fulmars, kittiwakes and razorbills. It has Europe’s largest gannet colony. Puffins used to be abundant, and they are making a comeback after the descendants of rats that had swum across from a Swedish cargo ship that foundered in 1971 were destroyed in the 1990s.

The island was owned by Crossraguel Abbey in the early 1400s, and misbehaving monks were banished from there to here to reflect on their deeds. There’s a ruined castle on Ailsa too that was built by the Hamilton clan as a bulwark against the Spanish armada. It became a haven for Roman Catholics escaping the rigours of the Reformation, and later a prison. Granite was mined on Ailsa Craig from the early 1800s until 1971 for kerb stones and curling stones. (One factory in Mauchline, Ayrshire, is licensed to extract from here; and Wales is the only other source of the microgranite that goes into the business end of curling stones.)

Ailsa is now uninhabited, a ghost of an island occasionally explored by tourists from the mainland, who come to look from somewhere that is used to being looked at. They come in small pleasure boats that ply from Girvan, Ballantrae and further afield. When you land, you’re in for an afternoon in an open-air museum that fluctuates from forlorn to fascinating.

A derelict winching station, windowless. The ruins of the engine room for past quarrying works. All seized up. A capstan left to disintegrate. Rusted skeletons of old rail track with their weathered sleepers. The bones of a bogie line heavily weeded; they hauled coal along it to the lighthouse (now solar-powered).

A branch line leads to a disused gasworks, eaten by rust. The tracksman’s house is crumbling. The foghorns are long voiceless. No visitor should underestimate the climb to the summit of the Craig. The drops are steep and deep, and I’ve just read that a young lady once fell over the cliff near Craig Na’an; but her petticoat caught the wind and acted as a parachute. All she sustained was broken bones.

The island has changed hands several times: the late Jack Bruce, who was bassist with Cream, bought Ailsa Craig in 1969, but sold it to James Gulliver, the retail baron, in 1976. The Marquis of Ailsa put it up for sale in 2014 but couldn’t get a buyer. The RSPB now has a lease on it until 2050, and Glasgow businessman Bobby Sandhu owns the lighthouse keepers’ cottages. The authorities turned down his plan to turn Ailsa Craig into a five-star hotel complex!

As I look at alluring Ailsa from Girvan seafront, I wonder what my grandfather would have made of it all. A lot has changed ‘doon the watter’. Like Saltcoats, Rothesay, and other once-popular resorts along the Clyde coast, Girvan’s fortunes declined in the 1960s and 1970s when cheap holidays to Spain and Greece became fashionable. The swimming pool closed suddenly in 2009 and was then, without consultation, demolished, although a multi-million-pound leisure centre with a pool went up eight years later.

There is hope for regeneration. As I write, Girvan is one of eight communities in Scotland that will receive a total of £863,050 from Historic Environment Scotland and the National Lottery Heritage Fund for regeneration. Girvan hosts a traditional folk festival on the first weekend of May each year, a festival of light with a lantern procession and shorefront performance in October, and a Lowland Gathering in June. I thought I’d read on the chippie notice board that a psycho event would be held as part of that gathering, but it had stated ‘psychic’.

In an article in The Herald in 2015 Kevin McKenna argued that the beachfront was slowly coming alive again with concerts, dances and themed children’s shows:

‘Perhaps then, someone could wake up the staff of sleepy VisitScotland, which receives millions of pounds of our cash to promote our holiday destinations. On its website this is what it says about Girvan: ‘Girvan’s attractions include the Stumpy Tower, originally built as a prison and today displays fascinating historical exhibits. The McKechnie Institute is also found in Girvan’s town centre, as is a variety of restaurants, cafes and shops to enjoy’ The writer of that scrap of joyless, cheerless prose obviously got the job after several years working on Tirana: The Wilderness Years.’

Come back, Fifth Dimension, all is forgiven. Staid Girvan landed that strange tourist attraction in the Flower Power days. In 1969 Keith Albarn, the father of Blur’s Damon Albarn, designed a futuristic, fibreglass fun house. There had been several possible names for the black, blue, yellow, red and salmon-pink construction, including Coloured Plastic Dream, Dream Circus, Metal Orchid, and even Girvana. Tourists were apparently bedazzled and enthralled by the nod to psychedelia, and by a hippie environment of uncanny sounds, weird textures, glowing lights and fabulous colours within a series of sensory chambers or ‘wombs’. In a vox pop in the summer of ’69, one young woman told the Carrick Herald that she had been ‘a little nervous about what I might encounter in this weird place. I looked up and, to my great amazement, saw what looked to be a dalek … I continued to walk through these narrow passages which were lit up colourfully and I had a feeling of wonder and fear mingled together … I didn’t really know whether I was glad or not to get out’.

Another offered: ‘It looks ludicrous. No wonder the older people turn to each other and say, more teenage rubbish’.

Yet another respondent thought: ‘It looked like something out of Doctor Who or Quatermass, an alien craft which had landed from a parallel universe … I put off going inside it, mainly because it looked like it would be an overwhelming experience, something that would blow your mind … my [older] brother Alex had been round it by himself and came out crying!’

The Fifth Dimension Fun Palace lasted five years: a storm damaged it beyond repair, and it was consigned to landfill. In an article for the Shetland Times in 2012 Tom Morton, a native of Ayrshire, reported: ‘It was like Dark Side of the Moon made out of Lego, with soft furnishings by Timothy Leary. Two bob to get in. At 14, I was absolutely fascinated by it.

Two birds of the seagull family dive round a postbox as I wait for a bus out of Dodge. Onto the box a loyal burgher is duct-taping two crocheted effigies of Charles and Camilla. I watch one of the gulls ratch through a KFC carton. I wonder what my grandfather would have made of it all. I leave Girvan to its coronating.

[finiigvns]

⧼   henrik holm, cis male, he/him   /   sometimes by gerry cinnamon + constellations of freckles twinking to life and framed by rosy sunburnt shoulders, the bittersweet sting of a bitten tongue and the singing of knuckles against brick, arran sweaters and beat up trainers scuffling against the boureen as you sing and shout to the sky and wait for an answer that never comes and you’re sure you’ll be going to hell with a wildflower in your lapel.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that SEAMUS FINNIGAN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY FOUR year old half blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a BAR MAN AT THE HOG’S HEAD. i’ve heard they can be quite GREGARIOUS & CONTRITE, but i don’t know… they came off very SKEPTICAL & STAND-OFFISH in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   niamh, 18, bst, she/her   ]

tw for mentions of violence and domestic violence under the cut !

BIO !

seamus was born on a rainy day in june, and was known by his mother as the noisiest baby in leitrim. she was on her own, and found herself content to be so, because she had all she needed: her baby boy and her freedom.

seamus was born towards the end of the troubles and right on the border of north and south. they lived in a small wizarding community, and they’d mainly gone untouched by the muggle conflict, using magic to conceal themselves but as tensions rose and a tentative end was in sight, nancy finnigan began to question their safety. once the ink on the treaties was dry, she hoped they could go back to living a quiet life, but the violence was far from over, so in the best interests of her child, she packed the pair of them up and moved out west to the country, as far away from the border as possible.

young seamus loved the green fields and the wide open spaces, and seeing as their closest neighbour was about a mile away, they didn’t have to especially hide their magic, and they settled down amongst the muggles easily enough. the real problem came when it was time for seamus to go to hogwarts. where they lived, your business wasn’t just yours for long, and soon everyone had an opinion on you, and those opinions mattered. nancy knew exactly what would be said about them when her son, raised in a republican community right on the border, went to boarding school in england

it took months of sulking and moaning, but nancy finally agreed and let seamus go, under the guise that he was staying with his father’s family in scotland.

( as far as everyone else was concerned, martin finnegan was dead, but the fact of the matter was, martin nearny battered his wife when he found out about her magic and left her, pregnant and alone. )

he thrived in hogwarts. he shook the hand of every person he met and told jokes at the dinner table and revelled in the fact that he was surrounded by so many people like him. unfortunately though, while his magic had been strong at home, it seemed to fall flat at hogwarts, and often led to disasterous results. that’s because, when teaching him spells when his magic fist showed, nancy taught him them in gaelic, just like she had been, and her parents had been. his professors were astounded by his ability to ruin any spell he tried, and became something of a lost cause. the issue wasn’t with his ability, only that the magic he’d been performing since he was six was in another language altogether, and while conforming to the incantations used at hogwarts, the spells got lost in translation, resulting in him more often than not setting everything around him, and mainly himself, on fire.

he realised quickly that hogwarts was a dangerous place to be. his mother knew this too, and her anxieties were projected onto him, and he found himself taking far too much stock in the opinions of his mother and the daily prophet. now he recognises the guilt: she’d taken him away from one dangerous place and then, in her mind, shipped him off to another one. by his sixth year, he was convinced he wasn’t going to go back, that he’d keep his head down with his mum at home, but with the news becoming more and more grave everyday, part of him was giving into the calling to protect the wizarding world from dark magic.

his mind was made up for him, though, when voldemort made school compulsory for purebloods and halfbloods. while he knew deep down he’d always come back and fight, he ached for home. broken and bruised by the hands of the carrows, lying in the room of requirement at night with the other members of dumbledore’s army, he’d pull the sheets up over his head and mumble spells in gaelic, rubbing the claddagh ring on his finger as he felt his magic swell around him and prayed his mother was doing okay.

she found him, after the final battle, sitting amongst the rubble, and as soon as her arms closed around him he cried for hours or maybe days. he’d made it out, just barely, but he wasn’t a boy any more. he’d seen and done too much to be a boy any more, and he cried for the adolescence that was cut short and the friends he’d lost that should’ve grown old. he stayed dry eyed at all of the burials.

he stayed to help clean up and then he went home, but for the first time in his life, the silence was deafening and the space was suffocating. he needed noise and crowds and signs of life. after a difficult conversation and his eighteenth birthday, he moved to hogsmeade. he felt the urge to be close to hogwarts, to see the rebuilt castle and new students in the village, just to confirm to himself that it was all over, that it happened and that it was done with. he took rooms at the hogs head and then one day found himself working there and never looked back.

he’s the closest to content he thinks he’ll ever be. he’s pulling pints and cracking jokes and screaming through the nightmares but he gets by, and when the neighbours at home ask nancy how her boy’s doing living with his father’s family she smiles and tells them he’s doing just fine.

[noxtms]

dear niamh ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for SEAMUS FINNIGAN has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! henrik holm is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   henrik holm, cis male, he/him   /   sometimes by gerry cinnamon + constellations of freckles twinking to life and framed by rosy sunburnt shoulders, the bittersweet sting of a bitten tongue and the singing of knuckles against brick, arran sweaters and beat up trainers scuffling against the boureen as you sing and shout to the sky and wait for an answer that never comes and you’re sure you’ll be going to hell with a wildflower in your lapel.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that SEAMUS FINNIGAN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY FOUR year old half blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a BAR MAN AT THE HOG’S HEAD. i’ve heard they can be quite GREGARIOUS & CONTRITE, but i don’t know… they came off very SKEPTICAL & STAND-OFFISH in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   niamh, 18, bst, she/her   ]

[y01te-moved]

Unofficial but still hopefully half decent list of all the (named) characters in The Enemy series:

Before we get started,

this is far from perfect so obviously i apologize for any inaccuracies or whatnot, its probably kind of odd the way i organized it but hopefully itll be easy to understand after reading through it long enough.

i also did my best to include who lived and died by the end of the book listed, though there were a few ive guessed on, so trust what you do or dont want to.

additionally, of course, this is obviously filled to the brim with potential spoilers especially regarding character deaths, so read at your own risk.

without further ado, here goes a fuckton of my time, y’all are welcome.

Book One: The Enemy

Small Sam - alive

Big Sam - deceased

Curly Sam - alive

Maxie - alive

Callum - alive

Josh - deceased

Arran Harper - deceased

Johnno - deceased

Eve - deceased

Mohammed - deceased

Deke - deceased

Achilleus - alive

Freak - alive

Ollie - alive

Dan, Will, and Luke [brothers of Ollie’s] - deceased

Blue - alive

Mick - alive

Bernie - alive

Ben - alive

Maeve - alive

Ella - alive

Monkey Boy - alive

Whitney - alive

Jester - alive

Joel - deceased

Godzilla - alive

Blu-Tack Bill - alive

Lewis - alive

Sophie - alive

Katey - deceased

Rachel - alive

Nick - alive

David (King) - alive

Rose - alive

Franny - alive

Maxine - deceased

Rhiannon - deceased

Mark Watkins - deceased

Pod - alive

Jason - alive

Just John - alive

Carl - alive

the Kid - alive

Claire - alive

Patrick - alive

Spotty - alive

Big Nose - alive

Saint George - diseased, alive

Book 2: The Dead:

“Scared Kid” - deceased

Danny - deceased

Eve - deceased

Mr. Hewitt - diseased, deceased

Jack - deceased

Ed - alive

Monsieur Morel - diseased, deceased

Harry “Bam” Bamford - deceased

Johnno - deceased

Thomas (aka Wiki) - alive

Piers - deceased

Damien - deceased

Anthony - deceased

Arthur - alive

Kwanele Nkosi - alive

Chris Marker - alive

Dan - diseased?, deceased

Matt Palmer/Mad Matt - alive

Frederique/Fred - diseased, deceased?

Malik - alive

Jacob - deceased

Archie Bishop - alive

Stanley - alive

Phil - alive

Justin - alive

Greg Thorne - diseased. alive

Zohra - alive

Froggie - alive

Aleisha - deceased

Brooke - alive

Courtney - alive

Liam - deceased

Big Paul - deceased

Little Paul - deceased

Jibber-Jabber - alive

DogNut - alive

Jordan Hordern - alive

Pod - alive

David - alive

Kyle - alive

Tomoki - alive

Book 3: The Fear:

The Collector - diseased, deceased

DogNut - deceased

Ed- alive

Kyle - alive

Leo - deceased

Brooke - alive

Aleisha - deceased

Olivia - deceased

Jessica - alive

Marco - deceased

Felix - deceased

Al - alive

Finn - alive

Courtney - deceased

Jordan Hordern - alive

Nicola - alive

Paul - alive

Ponytail - alive

David - alive

Jester - alive

Carl - alive

Bozo - alive

Ryan Aherne - alive

Shadowman/Dylan Peake - alive

Andy - alive

Paddy - alive

John - alive

Robbie - alive

Justin - alive

Wiki - alive

Jibber-Jabber - alive

Zohra - alive

Froggie - alive

Kwanele - alive

Chris Marker - alive

Cool Man - deceased

Big Man - deceased

Go Girl - alive

The Fox - deceased

Saint George - diseased, alive

Jackson - alive

Tom - deceased

Kate - deceased

Alfie - deceased

Tomoki - alive

Frederique - diseased, deceased

Einstein - alive

Bluetooth - diseased, alive

Man-U - diseased, alive

One-Armed-Bandit - diseased, alive

Mr. Ordinary (later renamed Spike) - diseased, alive

Arran - deceased

Maxie - alive

Blue - alive

Rose - alive

Andy - alive

Jamie - deceased

Book 4: The Sacrifice:

Wormwood/Green Man/Mark Wormold - diseased, alive

Sam - alive

the Kid - alive

Jordan Hordern - alive

Ed- alive

Brendan “Bren” Eldridge - deceased

Tomoki Ford - alive

Kyle - alive

DogNut - deceased

Shadowman - alive

Saint George - diseased, alive

Ali - alive

Macca - alive

Hayden - alive

Kate - alive

Carly - alive

Adele - deceased

Partha - alive

Kinsey - alive

Will- alive

Bluetooth - diseased, deceased

Man-U - diseased, alive

One-Armed-Bandit - diseased, alive

Spike - diseased, alive

Tish - deceased

Neil (brother of Tish’s) - deceased

Louise - deceased

Zosia - alive

Keren - alive

Nathan - alive

Matt - alive

Archie (Bishop) - alive

Charlotte - alive

Ricky - deceased

Jaz - deceased

Johnny - alive

Dan - alive

Saif - alive

Arran - deceased

Monkey Boy - alive

Maxie - alive

Josh - deceased

Freak - deceased

Deke - deceased

Maeve - alive

Achilleus - alive

Ryan Aherne - alive

Nicola - alive

Anita - alive

Buzzcut - alive

Bozo - alive

Stick Boy - diseased, deceased

Book 5: The Fallen:

Maxie - alive

David - alive

Blue - alive

Brooke - alive

Lewis - alive

Big Mick - deceased

Ollie - alive

Achilleus - alive

Just John - alive

Andy - alive

Whitney - alive

Ben - alive

Bernie - alive

Maeve - deceased

Blu-Tack Bill - alive

Monkey Boy - deceased

Ella - alive

Godzilla - alive

Jackson - alive

Robbie - deceased

Boggle - alive

Justin - alive

Emma - deceased

Jason - deceased

Lettis - alive

Wiki Rutherford/Thomas Hopgood - alive

Paul Channing - alive

Olivia - deceased

Boney-M - i’ll leave this up to the rest of the fandom to decide

Arthur - alive

Ethan - alive

James Stornay - alive

Stacey Norman - alive

Einstein - alive

Samira - deceased

Small Sam - alive

Big Sam - deceased

Curly Sam - deceased

Josh - deceased

Joel - deceased

Jasmine - deceased

Emily Winter - deceased

Little John - deceased

Caspar Leverson - deceased

Daryl Painter - deceased

Alexander - alive

Cass - alive

Gordy - alive

Gabby - deceased

Deke - deceased

Charlie Piper - alive

Ant - deceased

Brandon - deceased

Jake - deceased

Kamahl - deceased

Ebenezer - alive

James - deceased

Reece - deceased

Demi - alive

Seamus - diseased, deceased

TV Boy - alive

Warehouse Queen - alive

Aiyshah - deceased

Scott - deceased

Bradley - alive

Spider Boy - alive

Betty Bubble - alive

Legs - alive

the Pink Surfer - alive

Flubberguts - alive

Fish-Face - alive

Trinity - alive

Skinner - alive

Cameron - alive

Lila - deceased

Pencil Neck - alive

Ed - alive

Kyle - alive

the Kid - alive

Green Man - alive

Matt/Mad Matt - alive

Shadowman - alive

Saint George - diseased, alive

DogNut - deceased

Courtney - deceased

Will - alive

Macca - alive

Book 6: The Hunted:

Greg/Saint George - diseased, alive

Liam - deceased

Ed - alive

Justin - alive

Chris Marker - alive

Kwanele - alive

Wiki - alive

Jibber-Jabber - alive

Achilleus - alive

Green Man - alive

Skinner - alive

(Small) Sam - alive

Ella - alive

Whitney - alive

Maxie - alive

Blue - alive

DogNut - deceased

Finn - alive

the Kid - alive

Monkey Boy - deceased

Maeve - deceased

Robbie - deceased

Scarface, later revealed to be Malik Hussien - alive

Sonya - deceased

Harry - deceased

Isaac - alive

Daniel - deceased

Louisa - deceased

Rav - deceased

Chris Catell - diseased, deceased

Mel - diseased, deceased

Janey - diseased, deceased

Abby - deceased

Tommy - deceased

Andy - deceased

Susannah - deceased

Henry - deceased

Ameena, Aradia, and Zahra (sisters of Malik) - deceased

Tyler Keene - deceased

Josa - alive

Kenton - alive

Brian - alive

Waggers - deceased

Mike - deceased

Roy - deceased

Tomasz - deceased

Trinity - alive

Macca - deceased

Brooke - alive

Kyle - alive

Lewis - alive

Ebeneezer - alive

Amelia Dropmore - deceased

Norman - deceased

Dorothy - deceased

Arran - deceased

Sophie - alive

DogNut - deceased

Courtney - deceased

David - alive

Arno Fletcher - alive

Dara - alive

Sean - alive

Go-Girl - alive

Book 7: The End:

Ryan - alive

Paddy - deceased

Achilleus - alive

Einstein - alive

Ben - alive

Bernie - alive

Ella - alive

(Small) Sam - alive

Ed - alive

Zulficker - deceased

Shadowman - alive

Jester - deceased

Maxie - alive

Godzilla - alive

Wiki - deceased

Jibber-Jabber - deceased

Zohra - deceased

Froggie - deceased

Blu-Tack Bill - alive

the Kid - alive

Yo-Yo - deceased

Macca - deceased

Will - alive

Kyle - alive

Whitney - deceased

Blue - alive

David - deceased

Paul Channing - deceased

George Halley - alive

Andy Kerr - deceased

Pod - deceased

John - deceased

Green Man - alive

Ollie - alive

Chris Marker - alive

Lettis - alive

Jackson - alive

Saif - alive

Dan - alive

Johnny - alive

Bright Eyes - alive

Pod - deceased

Nicola - deceased

Franny - alive

Rose - alive

Finn - alive

Greta - alive

Cameron - alive

Adele - deceased

Tish - deceased

Brendan - deceased

Abdullah - alive

Hayden - alive

Tom - deceased

Hugo - alive

Tomoki - alive

Liam - deceased

Saint George/Greg - diseased, deceased

Boggle - deceased

TV Boy - alive

Warehouse Queen - alive

Monstar - alive

Pencil Neck - alive

Alexander - alive

Cass - alive

Dom - deceased

Carl - alive

Man-U - diseased, deceased

Fish-Face/Fiona - alive

Skinner - deceased

Flubberguts - alive

Bozo - deceased

Boney-M - once again, this is better off up for debate

Lewis - alive

Brooke - alive

Ebeneezer - alive

Ella - alive

DogNut - deceased

Macca - deceased

Adele - deceased

Jack - deceased

Bam - deceased

Partha - alive

There you have it, everybody, what i can only hope and assume is a list of all the characters named in The Enemy series

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Simple Intros

So, I figure I should tell you guys about my other OCs. All of them are in the same universe as Clara and Friedrich. I’ll include them as well, just so you know where they stand. I apologize, it’s a little wonky even to me sometimes.

Note: Most travel allowances span between 3-6 months. Should a person from the present day choose to stay behind, they have to stick out a whole year. 

I have two OC pairs set in the 1930′s: Clara/Friedrich, Sophia/Alfons, and Seamus/Hannah. Seamus and Hannah met in ‘34 and have been together for a little over a year. Her original allowance was four months. Sophia and Alfons met in 1919 and got married in 1921.

I have three pairs set primarily around World War 1: Derrick/Melanie (pre-war/during), Armin/Callista (1915), and Erich/Brandi (1916). Derrick and Melanie got married in 1910 (18 and 17). A random elopement that turned out for the better. Armin and Callista met in the hospital Armin was working in (21 and 19). Her allowance was six months. She was there with a research group to study shell shock. Brandi was posted as a nurse in training on the field and ended up saddled with Erich. Turns out a three month allowance was all she needed to decided she wanted to stay behind with the legless soldier. 

I have two pairs and one solo during England’s Regency Era: Arran/Cerys, Marianne/Stephen, and Jasper.  Jasper is a Duke and widower with two children. He’s close friends with Arran. Arran is Scottish and Cerys is Irish/Scottish. He holds the title of Marquis. Him and Jasper are the only past occupants to travel to the present (on account of Cerys running off and Arran actually liking the girl). Her allowance was six months, but she left after four. She returns just before the six months end.  Marianne’s allowance was six months. She chose to stay, living with Jasper for a short while until she meets Stephen, a Viscount. 

I have one pair during the Civil War: Alphonse/Charlotte. Charlotte and Marianne are sisters, actually. With some rather...curious parents. Charlotte had a six month allowance. These two are still a WIP because it looks like a copy of the movie version of Little Women. Meets the nice German man in a boarding house. I kept that much. They also have the largest age gap (19 and 35).

Finally, four pairs during 1940: Valentin/Noell, Anthony/Abigail, Nicholas/Darcy, and Kurt/Avery. Both Nicholas and Kurt are Clara and Friedrich’s oldest boys! Darcy and Avery both had a four month allowance. Avery put in her stay at around three months and Darcy decided to stick around after her four was over. Avery chose to stay to see how things would go with Kurt, and Darcy stayed because she’d grown rather attached to her little ‘family’ with Nick and his daughter, Liesel. Valentin and Anthony (Tony) met Noell and Abigail at the same time. Val and Noell kind of just nipped at each other for a week before finally...well, ‘getting together’. Tony and Abby just went on a couple dates together. These girls had a five month allowance in which Val and Noell eloped around the three month mark.

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Vote now for your health hero

The hard-working heroes who keep the NHS running – often in unsung ways – are being recognised in the second annual Health Heroes awards, organised by Skills for Health and sponsored by Health Education England.

After a successful debut in 2016, this year the awards include three new categories: integrated team of the year, workforce planning team of the year and apprentice of the year, alongside the established clinical and operational services support worker of the year awards.

UNISON is once more sponsoring one of the awards and head of health Sara Gorton commented: “Every day behind the scenes in the NHS, there are entire teams of healthcare support staff going above and beyond to ensure that patients are getting the best possible care, despite the many constraints they are forced to operate under.

“The quality of the nominations received and the deserving regional winners announced are a true tribute to the wider NHS, which often goes unnoticed.

“Health workers work as a team to deliver the best care, and they need to be recognised, valued and rewarded as just that.

After more than 950 nominations, a total of 33 finalists and regional winners have been revealed across the five categories.

Now the public, including can vote for the clinical and operational services support worker of the year from among the regional winners, as well as choosing the bronze, silver and gold apprentice of the year.

The finalists are:

  Operational services worker of the year

Finalists

Anthea Lee Allen, team secretary, South London and Maudsley Hospital

Keith Arries, maintenance worker, The Grange nursing home, Northumberland

Danii Clark, Equality and human rights assistant, East Sussex Healthcare NHS trust

Matthew Glasgow, general secretary, Warren children’s centre, Lisburn

Melanie Ince, EMIS systems manager, North Manchester General Hospital

Leanne Mathers, placement co-ordinator Beechwood College, Penarth

Marie MacIver, medical secretary, Queen Elizabeth University Hospital, Glasgow

Jackie Pearson, reception supervisor, Adelaide Medical Centre, Hampshire

Gwenda Porter-Harris, assistant telecoms manager, Bedford Hospital

Julie Skeemer, domestic assistant, Leiceter Royal Infirmary

Paul Tobin, general porter, St James Hospital, Leeds

Jess Toon, activities co-ordinator, Richmond Bede Village

Clinical support worker of the year

Finalists

Seamus Begley, exercise led for the professional diabetes team, Western health and social care trust, Derry

Donna Bostock, CERT engagement worker, Salford

Steph Buswell, social worker, Isebrook Hospital, Wellingborough

John Clifford, physiotherapy technical instructor, Neath Port Talbot Hospital

Steve Dearsley, community support services supervisor, Headway Devon,

Gerri Fox, senior rehabilitation assistant, St Nicholas Hospice, Suffolk

Chris Hanilton, Healthcare assistant, Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Kings Lynn

Ryan Lillie, community support worker, St Michael’s Hospital, Warwick

Helen Roberts, therapy support worker, Lynfield Mount Hospital,, Bradford

Parinda Vara, support worker, Croydon recovery and rehabilitation tem

Yvon Welch, healthcare assistant, Arran War Memorial Hospital

Cheryl young, deaf clinical support assistant, Walkergate Park, Newcastle

  Apprentice of the year

Finalists

Omprakash Beniwal, apprentice healthcare assistant in chemotherapy, Barnet Hospital, London

Andrew Gunn, apprentice business support executive in marketing, The Edinburgh Cllinic

Aaron Myall, apprentice health care assistant in sexual health, Homerton Hospital, London

  Find out more about the finalists and cast your vote

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irish metroid

seamus arran

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dear niamh ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for SEAMUS FINNIGAN has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! henrik holm is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   henrik holm, cis male, he/him   /   galway bay by johnny cash + constellations of freckles twinking to life and framed by rosy sunburnt shoulders, the bittersweet sting of a bitten tongue and the singing of knuckles against brick, arran sweaters and beat up trainers scuffling against the boureen as you sing and shout to the sky and wait for an answer that never comes and you’re sure you’ll be going to hell with a wildflower in your lapel.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that SEAMUS FINNIGAN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY FOUR year old half blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a BAR MAN AT THE HOG’S HEAD. i’ve heard they can be quite GREGARIOUS & CONTRITE, but i don’t know… they came off very SKEPTICAL & STAND-OFFISH in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   niamh, 18, bst, she/her   ]