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Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-10-03 18:31:00

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inactive: harry hook, inactive: mal bertha

WHO Hook and Mal
WHAT. she thinks he needs to talk
WHEN. backdated to this
WHERE. apartment lobby to start then sloths?
WARNINGS. Swearing, antics, etc.
STATUS. on going

Tick, tick, tick.

Harry snapped the pocket watch shut as he tried not to scowl. The noise still seemed to echo in his ears as he shoved the offending timepiece into the front pocket of his ripped black pants. Skinny jeans the store clerk had called them, but he didn't care. They were closer to the Isle style than anything else he had really come across. The white and blue striped shirt was almost a call back to Smee, one of the few adults he actually hadn't hated. That was a rarity on the Isle. Most adults were vile, no good, bastards. The type of person that should never had actually procreated, but that hadn't stopped them. Locked up on the Isle with nowhere to go and they got bored. Pop out a child or a few and forget about them. That was really the lucky ones. The not so lucky kids had the full attention of their parents and it was Hell.

This place, this annoyingly cheerful place, was far better than the Isle and Harry felt like it was driving him mad.

He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out into the lobby exactly fifteen minutes past the hour meeting point. Oh, he knew he was late, and he did it on purpose. Harry liked to state he didn't know how to count and pulling stunts like this amused him. Plus, it would annoy Mal.

"Hullo, Malsy," he drawled out with a sneer on his face. "Ye said ta meet here."

Tick, tick, tick.

Time was passing here and he had yet to see Uma or Gil. It was maddening, like the sound of a clock. Faint, there, and a reminder he wasn't his father. Harry flung an arm around Mal's shoulders before blowing a raspberry against her cheek. "Come on then, luv. Let's go see the wee sloths." He was fully expecting to get elbowed in the ribs or smacked for his antics. If she was annoyed with him then she wouldn't be asking questions about his behavior lately. She had known him for years, most of them as enemies thanks to the gangs, but she still knew a quiet Harry Hook was a Harry Hook close to a violent episode.

He didn't want to talk about his mind.

"Here's hoping it is as awful as it sounds," he grinned. Truth be told, Harry was curious about the creatures. He just wasn't going to ever admit that to the purple-haired nymph next to him. The pirate had a soft spot for cuddly things, a weakness barely anyone knew about and he planned to keep it that way.

Tonight would be a test.

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ifonly
2019-10-04 02:01 am UTC (link)

If anyone had told her that she would be keeping a watchful eye on Harry Hook for any reason other than distrust, she would've snorted in amusement and rolled her eyes, the mere suggestion of anything else quite possibly the stupidest thing she had ever heard. Yet here she was, arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls of the lobby, booted foot tapping against the floor as she waited for him to make his grand entrance to go do something together that she had suggested. Sure, things had changed since he helped save Auradon and the barrier had been lifted, but they still weren't exactly what most would consider to be "friends." Somehow, though, she felt oddly responsible for him - protective of him. He was the only other person from their world there right now, the only other person she had shared experiences with. She didn't want to lose that and, more importantly, she didn't want him to lose himself.

It was what made the silence coming from him as of late so deafening; but at the same time, she had to think that constantly being on him, always asking if he was okay or wanted to talk...that might only serve to push him away more. She was similar in that way - when she wanted to be left alone, she wanted to be left alone and if you dared interrupt, you weren't going to have a good time. Then again, when she was in one of her moods and wanted to be left alone, it wasn't exactly a red flag that something not-so-great was about to follow. She would get her brooding out and move on with her life.

So she invited him out under the guise of seeing cute animals - something she wasn't entirely interested in but what the hell, right? It was an excuse to get together and an excuse for her to see how he was doing, try to get a gauge on what his head space was like. Dealing with him in this situation was like walking a tightrope and she could never be sure when she was going to slip and fall off. She would tread lightly but sometimes not even that was enough to keep you from losing your balance.

Blowing some hair out of her face, an unamused look on it when he finally emerged, Mal stated flatly, "Punctual as always, Harry." She tugged at her purple shirt, not quite used to wearing anything that Evie hadn't made and finding that she hated most of the things available. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, though, and she'd ended up buying shirts in purple and green and a few pairs of black pants. Her boots weren't going anywhere, nor were her fingerless gloves. She made a face when he put his arm around her and blew a raspberry against her cheek, instinctively swatting at him and pressing her hands to his chest, pushing him away. "Oh, good. Now that I've gotten various diseases, we can blow this popsicle stand," she said, using the back of her hand to wipe at her cheek.

As they made their way out of the lobby and onto the streets, Mal had to admit that she was having conflicting feelings. He seemed to be okay, playful enough and not in such a terrible place that he wasn't still trying to annoy the living hell out of her. That had to be a good sign, didn't it? Maybe she was just overreacting, letting her protectiveness get the best of her.

Or maybe he was just that good of an actor. That was an unsettling thought.

Walking down the street, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and took in the look that he was sporting. It was strange to see him out of his usual pirate gear but she had to figure it probably felt even stranger for him - probably similar to how she felt in her "normal" clothes. She could ease into things - surely he wouldn't be able to keep up the act the entire time, if that's what he was doing. And if it wasn't, she wouldn't have to feel guilty for socking him in the gut when she got annoyed enough. "The clothes are weird," she said simply, taking a look down at herself and sticking her hands into her back pockets. "Nothing fits or feels right. I guess I've been spoiled all this time by Evie making everything exactly to my measurements." She paused and nodded to him slightly. "You look okay, though. It's not terrible."

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callemfishbait
2019-10-06 12:20 pm UTC (link)

A snort of laughter for the punctual comment and a nasty giggle for the fact she actually pushed him away after the raspberry. He danced back a few steps, the buckles on his boots making noise as he did so. They were a strange sight in his mind. Clothes not fit for the Isle, but both of them clinging to their boots and such. His wrists sported his various bracelets and his fingers had his rings. The fingerless gloves were a given, as was the eyeliner, but otherwise, his outfit didn't scream pirate.

Toss a beanie on him and he would have a different look going on.

He fell into step next to her without a word and couldn't help raising an eyebrow when she brought up clothes of all things. He cast her a look from the corner of his eyes as he tried to gauge if she was serious. His hand came out and he snagged the edge of her shirt sleeve. He gave a faint tug as he frowned faintly.

"The clothes dinnae say where we come from, " he offered. "Gonna feel strange ta not have them fit and for them to not be...us." Mal had already helped him modify his work uniform some, but they was only so much they could do without the Blueberry around. His lips formed a line before he burst out laughing at her remark. "Gee, thanks, Mal. Glad I look okay and not terrible." His lips curled at the edges into an almost smile before it vanished. He took a large step forward before spinning around. He walked backward in front of her as he narrowed his eyes faintly.

There was no way she wanted to talk about clothes.

"How is work," he drawled out. "Enjoying painting yer wee pictures and teaching a new generation to be hoodlums?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he flashed her a grin that didn't reach his eyes. There was a storm brewing in his mind and he knew his eyes were probably giving him away. Darkening and shifting in shades of blue like a treacherous sea. "Me work aint' so bad, I spend a lot of time watching Barry work. His work is actually fascinating... solving things like they are some puzzle."

Barry, Barry who told him he needed to go to a doctor and tried to give him food. Adults acting kindly was annoying and unnerving and, bloody Hell, he'd injure anyone that injured Barry. Fuck, he was getting attached to people that weren't his crew and didn't know what to do. What if Uma showed up? She would most likely frown at his connections. Pirates needed only pirates. Harry scowled before he reached out and snagged Mal by the waist with one arm. He grabbed her hand and grinned like a shark before he executed a spin that dance instructors around the world would swoon over. "Do ye miss the Isle, Mal," he asked darkly. "Would ye run back to it again?"

Harry was struggling with the fact he wasn't so sure he wanted to go back.

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ifonly
2019-10-06 10:07 pm UTC (link)

She watched as he tugged at her shirt sleeve but didn't make a move to stop him. The clothes here reminded her a bit of the ones in Auradon - soft and pretty, nothing hard. The things that she had seen that gave her an Isle feeling were far out of her price range, another strange new thing to have to worry about. While she couldn't say with certainty that, if given the chance, she would actually steal anything, it had always been a nice option to have without the threat of jail time.

Looking down at herself, she furrowed her brow slightly and said, "I've thought about trying to do something with the pants but I'm afraid I'd end up wrecking them and making them unwearable. I don't have an eye for this stuff, that's all Evie." Lifting her arms up on either side of her, Mal made a face as she once again inspected herself. "I don't even know if this looks good. They were the first two things I saw, so I put them on."

Shrugging a bit and fighting off a smile of her own at his laughter, she said, "Hey, that's considered a high compliment coming from me." Crossing her arms in front of her, she watched as he walked backwards, her eyes meeting his narrowed ones. She had to admit that his laughter was a welcome sound but that was soon dampened by the look in his eyes. He made small talk but there was an aloofness there in his questions, and not just because he really couldn't have cared less what her answers were. Maybe it wasn't just her protectiveness making her see things that weren't really there.

"It's fine," she replied conversationally, keeping her eyes locked on him. "Still weird, but I don't think it'll ever not be, at this point. I like it and just want to put out there that if they're hoodlums, it's not because of me." Mal paused and thought for a second, recalling how she didn't really have many rules or structure to her class - pretty much just let them do what they wanted within reason. That probably wasn't the best example to be setting. "...Okay, it wouldn't be completely because of me," she admitted. She listened as he talked about his work and without the disdain for it that she had been expecting. That was something interesting and worth exploring a bit further.

Before she had the chance, however, his arm was around her waist and he had taken her hand, spinning her right there in the middle of the sidewalk. Graceful she wasn't, so she stumbled a bit at first but quickly regained her balance and held tight to his hand, instinctively wrapping her arm around his neck just way she had been taught in all those lessons back in Auradon. This was probably the closest she'd ever been to Harry and it would've given her pause had he not posed that question to her in such a way. The tone of his voice, which would've been and was disconcerting on its own, didn't match his outward carefree attitude. She was glad now that she had asked him to come out, that they were spending time together. Maybe she could ease some of what was running rampant in his head.

Licking her lips, she thought about his question. She was creating a life here, had people that she cared about here, responsibilities - ones that didn't equate to an entire kingdom resting on her shoulders. As for being back in Auradon and wanting to run back to the Isle, well...that was something she could do now, if she felt the urge. The barrier was down and if she was feeling overwhelmed and like she was losing herself, the Isle was right there across the bridge for her to reconnect again. "Of course I miss it," she said quietly. "I feel like myself there. Like I don't have to be anything that I'm not." Glancing away from him, she continued, "I don't feel that way in Auradon...or here, really." Turning her gaze back to his, she spoke cautiously. "You don't have to worry about going back there if you don't want to, you know. Even if this all ends and we get sent back, you aren't stuck there anymore."

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