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Tweak says, "Gabba gabba hey!"

Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-08-15 07:54:00

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active: hope mikaelson, inactive: harry hook

WHO: harry hook and hope mikaelson
WHERE: it was supposed to be pizza, now who knows
WHEN: this afternoon
WARNINGS: tbd
SPOILERS? probably for D3

The town, or whatever this place was, dinnae look quite the same anymore. Everything was just off and he knew it wasn't because he had gotten drunk or something. This place was different. Bloody magic. A faint shudder went through him as he realized just how much magic was still affecting his life. He would never be free of the influence of that nasty stuff it seemed. What really got him though was the fact he had experienced freedom for a brief moment. A mere closing of his eyes and it was over. Harry had stepped off to the side to calm his mind and woke up to nearly heaving his innards out.

How was that fair?

He stood twisting on of his rings around on his finger as he waited for Hope. His gaze wasn't really focused on anything at his let his mind wander. Was his gorgeous idiot alright? Aye, probably was. Jay was most likely keeping Gil distracted, and while it might irritate him, he wanted Gilly-Boy to be happy. Evil knew that idiot was far too sunshine for the Isle. He had watched when Gil experienced fresh fruit for the first time and it had wrenched his bleeding heart. As long as his second mate was free of the Isle than he would do his best not to worry. Gil had Uma, she'd protect the huntsman's son.

A noise caught his attention and his kohl-rimmed eyes shifted just enough to take in the sight of Hope approaching him.

"I dinnae think yer pizza place is still about, wut with the town looking as it does now," he drawled out in his thick Scottish brogue. Harry knew how to speak like a proper gentleman, he just actively opted not to do so. "Also, hullo, don't ye looking ravishing today?" He flashed her one of his charismatic smiles that tended to make wenches on the Isle swoon. Harry Hook was a flirt down to his bones.

His attire didn't exactly fit in with the area, but he had managed to tone it down just a little. His red vest was back in his room, but he still wore his ripped tank top and clam digger pants. Bits of plaid showed through as patches in the leather of his pants. His trademark hook was clipped to one his many belts. He felt naked without a sword, but he hadn't had one on him when he found himself here. Harry was going to have to fix that at some point, but right now he wanted to gather more information about this place.

"I am following yer lead today," he winked at her. "Do wut ye will with me."

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callemfishbait
2019-08-19 02:58 pm UTC (link)

"I haven't met many people," he countered. Harry had talked to quite a few people, but he hadn't exactly met most of them. His next words were cut off when Hope opened the door. The scents that assaulted him were unlike anything he had ever experienced before and Harry just sort of paused there. He managed to get his feet moving again and he brought a hand up to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights that made the place shockingly bright.

"Aye," he agreed in a distracted tone before moving to study a map mural on the wall. It was one of those depicting Italy and had various pictures and blurbs about famous things there. Naturally it was all new for Harry. He frowned faintly as he studied the map and looked for the compass rose to give him a better understanding of what he was looking at. You could take a pirate into a pizza place and it seemed he would get distracted in no time.

He blinked suddenly and stepped away from the mural so he could go back to Hope. He didn't say a word, instead just glanced at the menu. The amount of food listed was astounding and left him feeling slightly annoyed.

People could have eat for days on the Isle if this place was around.

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baculum
2019-08-19 03:08 pm UTC (link)

So she was annoyingly happy. Hope kind of wished Dr. Saltzman was here to meet Harry and hear those words directly from him. While Harry was off getting distracted and possibly overwhelmed, Hope walked up to the counter and started ordering. It was her treat, anyway, and she knew what she was doing. "A slice of cheese, a slice of Hawaiian, a meat lover slice, and five breadsticks with pizza sauce and ranch. Oh, and two fountain drinks. And... yea, that's it." Handing over her money, she took the drink cups and handed one to Harry. Unlike the ones she'd been to in Manhattan, this one actually seemed to have free refills, which would be good if he hated one of the sodas. And it even had seating.

"I'll show you how the machine works," she told him as she got her change, grabbing a shaker of cheese and pepper and plopping them down on the nearest table before heading to the drinks station. Patiently, she explained each soda, lemonade, and water option available before getting ice and a regular for herself so he could see how the machine worked physically.

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callemfishbait
2019-08-23 11:14 am UTC (link)

Harry trailed along behind her as he worried his lower lip with his teeth. This place smelled intoxicating and he could actually feel his stomach rumble faintly in the beginning stages of hunger. He wasn't a huge eater, yet, thanks to the slop they were served on the Isle. His brows knit together as he listened to her explain each of the drinks. He tapped his fingers against the cup as he tried decide which one he wanted to try. Finally he settled on lemonade. The sodas were just a bit too strange for him. He had, of course, skipped the ice since it didn't seem that important. Harry took a swig of the lemonade and winced immediately.

"Shite," he breathed out. "Sweet."

Harry eyed the cup as if it had insulted his sisters and then just shrugged. An Isle kid didn't waste food or beverage, even if it tasted like it was sugar dying in his mouth. He threw an arm across Hope's shoulder, never one for personal space, and grinned.

"So tell me, gorgeous," he drawled out in his thick Scottish accent. "Do ye often show hopeless pirates about?"

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baculum
2019-08-24 01:39 am UTC (link)

"It's just lemons, water, and sugar, so you can cut it with water after you drink some, that should help." Commercial lemonades had way more than that, but keeping it simple seemed best.

For all of his swagger and his outfit, Harry didn't actually smell like a pirate, which Hope was very thankful for as he got right up on her. It was sort of like the sea, but also something sweet... She didn't back away because she knew she could take him, but it was a little surprising how close he got. The compliments were becoming less surprising.

"I would have to say you're my first pirate. I have some experience with rogues, though, if you were to ask around."

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