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Tweak says, "I didn't return them."

Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-11-03 17:48:00

Entry tags:

!ageplot, !gamewideplot, active: hope mikaelson, inactive: harry hook

Who: harry and hope
What: untrusting bb pirate and a blanket fort
Where: hope's living room
When: During age plot
Warning: mentions of abuse, untrustful child

He worked quickly to shove shoebox full of trinkets under the couch, trying not to be too noisy. Hope would frown at him for stealing. She had a lot of funny ideas about what he should and shouldn't do, but she wasn't right about everything. Sure, she hadn't hit him once, even read him a book, but she wasn't of the Isle. That meant she didn't know everything. Harry gave a final shove and then moved silently back to the blanket fort. He yanked a thick blanket over himself like a cloak and cracked open the picture book Hope had given him.

He frowned as he reached out to run his fingers over the drawing of a happy family in the book. Two parents. Smiles. His lips formed into a line before he nearly jumped out of his skin. The door was loud as it opened and Harry dropped the book so he can yank the knife from the kitchen free from under the pile of the pillows.

"Hope," he called out in a loud whisper. The type of whisper most children used at night when they thought boogie men were under the bed and they wanted their parents, but they didn't want to draw the attention of the monster. The type of whisper that didn't work around drunk fathers with a hook.

Young Harry inched towards the entrance of the blanket fort, ready to flee or attack.

In this place, he was forced to trust Hope. They had an accord and that meant neither of them could betray each other without suffering the wrath of the Davey Jones. The only person he couldn't betray was Morgan. They were first friends and vowed to watch each other's backs, except Morgan, well, had nice parents here. She didn't need a blanket fort like he did.

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baculum
2019-11-03 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Caring for Harry had been different than Hope had anticipated when she'd first learned he was here younger (and injured). But it wasn't bad. He was actually pretty well-behaved, considering how he acted when he was older. As much as she wanted to hover over him, she had things to do and he was pretty well used to being on his own at this point, so she felt confident giving him some space. For an hour or two. After he was fed and his needs met.

And of course, while she was out, she'd picked up a couple of gifts for him.

She was pleased to see the tent was still up in the living room when she got home, dropping her purse carefully near her room and approaching it slowly. She stopped just out of the reach of little arms. "Bosun Mikaelson requesting permission to board, Captain." Thank god she'd had some kind of pirate-ish lessons from grown-up Harry.

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callemfishbait
2019-11-03 11:47 pm UTC (link)

The rattling of his heart in his chest evened out when he heard Hope's voice. Adults couldn't be trusted, but Hope wasn't an adult. He tightened his grip on the knife as he inched closer to the opening of the tent. He wasn't going to let his guard down completely until he actually saw the older girl.

His nose wrinkled in a mixture of annoyance and amusement at her calling him Captain. "I'm not Cap'n yet," he pointed out in an accent that was a mixture of British and Scottish. His way of speaking was actually a tad on the proper side for the most part. Young Harry had taken the lessons his father had forced upon him. "But permission granted." Harry lowered the knife before flipping it in his hand with ease a kid his age shouldn't have. He moved out of the entrance and shoved the knife back under his pile of pillows.

"What took you so long?" He rearranged the blanket he was wearing until he was comfortable. His pale blue eyes fixed Hope with a look as if he was trying to see into her soul. "I am bored."

Harry snaked a hand out from the blanket so he could grab his picture book. He yanked it inside the safety of his blanket so Hope couldn't take it back.

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baculum
2019-11-04 12:03 am UTC (link)

If Hope had been an adult, or maybe even just a different sort of person, she might have insisted he not have his knife. Like he was going to hurt himself if he kept it. But she understood parts of the world he was coming from, and she trusted him to know what he was doing. For the most part. She was still the one cooking and watching out for him when they went outside of the apartment.

Dropping to her knees, she climbed inside of the tent and made herself comfortable, avoiding the pillow pile he'd been sleeping on. "You're the captain of this vessel, though. You should name it, even if it's not going out to sea." Stretching her legs out in front of her, she grabbed the shopping bag and tugged it into her lap. "Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long. But I brought you back some presents?" The first thing out of the bag was another book. She had no idea if this was going to be how things were here forever now, and a kid needed more than one book. Especially a kid like Harry.

A bag of sea salt chips came out next, followed by a stuffed parrot that was the perfect size for little arms to hug. If he wanted to. "Okay, so... how do you want to fight your boredom?"

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callemfishbait
2019-11-04 12:20 am UTC (link)

"It ain't a vessel," he pointed out. "It is a tent." Harry didn't know a lot about playing make-believe since he hadn't really had a huge chance at being a kid. The Isle was more designed to force a person into survival mode from the moment they could walk. "But," he screwed his lips to one side as he thought about the naming thing. "If I was to name this place I guess I could name it something like Flying...uh... Flying Ben?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the word presents. That was a dangerous word normally. He reached up to push his bangs off his forehead before he inched closer to Hope. A new book was actually exciting, but the bag of chips confused him, and the stuffed parrot gave him pause. His little features scrunched together before he shifted so the blanket wasn't completely swallowing him whole. His arms were now free to grab the bag of chips. Harry cocked his head to the side as he pressed his hands against the bag, pushing harder when it made a strange crinkling noise.

"You already said I can't go pirating," he remarked dryly as he pressed the bag harder between his hands. "So I dinna- I mean I do not know." His shoulders tensed at the obvious use of improper English. His da would have backhanded him for that. "What is this?" He tossed the bag of chips up in the air and caught it easily.

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baculum
2019-11-04 12:34 am UTC (link)

"Flying Ben," she repeated, trying really hard not to laugh at him. He was so tiny and so earnest and the name made absolutely no sense to her. A perfect recipe for hilarity "A fine name, I think."

Well, at least her admonishment about stealing other people's things had gotten through to him, but him throwing it back at her made her sigh. "People here are nice and if you need something you can just ask me." Not that it was about the things she knew. Sometimes it was about the thrill and the taking. "You know, you don't have to worry so much about how you talk here. I used to have a good friend who talked like you, and he was smart and well-liked. No one cared about how he spoke. In fact, some people liked it." It would take more than that to undo his conditioning, but she didn't like how he felt he had to watch himself.

"Here, it's a snack. Are you hungry at all?" Chips weren't super filling, and what kid wasn't always a little hungry? She reached over carefully and pulled the bag open. "That friend I told you about really liked these."

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callemfishbait
2019-11-04 01:11 am UTC (link)

The name made sense for him. The Flying Dutchman was a feared ship, but it was a name that was taken. Big Ben was an important part of all his father's stories. The two were mashed together to make the Flying Ben. "It is that or I steal another ship name and pirates don't do that."

Harry frowned and picked at the fabric of his pants that was covering his knee. "Maybe," he hazarded as he gave her a slight unbelieving look. "People lie and pretend." He bit his lower lip slightly as he listened to her about someone talking improperly. "Was...he a pirate? Is he here?" The pirates on his father's crew talked all improper like, but they were crew. They were not family. Family was held to a higher standard and suffered when they failed to hit that standard. He didn't really think he could just start talking all improper like. What if his father showed up?

His attention went from the subject of talking to snacks. He peered into the bag before finally reaching in to grab one of the chips. Harry gave it a suspicious look before popping the whole thing in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise at the flavors he tasted. "Ish good," he said as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth, manners forgotten.

It seemed younger Harry was much more into trying food.

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baculum
2019-11-04 01:20 am UTC (link)

"You're a very honorable pirate," she agreed. "The Flying Ben is all yours. Maybe we can make a name tag." She had a paint set, but before she started painting on her sheets, maybe a less permanent solution would be better.

He was right, but he was too young to be this right, and her heart ached a little. She knew some of what it was like, to not have the childhood idealized everywhere else. She hadn't played with kids her own age until she was seven. And then it was only because she was sent away to a boarding school which meant she couldn't see her family anymore. "People lie and pretend sometimes. But I haven't lied. And I promise I'll get you what you need." She held out her pinky, not sure if he knew what to do with it.

"He was a pirate, yes. He's not here right now, though." It was pretty obvious that she was sad about that, but she'd never say it out loud. Luckily, the chips were a good distraction, and she couldn't help but laugh when he enthusiastically started chowing down. Almost like he was being an actual kid.

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callemfishbait
2019-11-06 04:07 pm UTC (link)

Harry, not surprisingly, did not know what a pinky promise was so he just kind of stared before reaching out to grab her pinky with his fingers so he could give an awkward little shake.

"Maybe he will come back?" The young pirate didn't know how this place worked so he had no idea he was actually the person she was missing. He slowed down on his chip consumption speed and ate them one chip at a time. Manners were strongly back in place. Food on the Isle was an issue so people did what they could to survive. Things were rationed, stolen, fought over. So when Harry got about half way through the small bag he painstakingly rolled it closed. He could have kept eating, but the mindset of being careful with food was still strong with him. He glanced at Hope before moving to slide the bag of chips under the pile of pillows. He doubted she was going to steal the chips since they had an accord.

Harry sat back down and crossed his legs before propping his elbows on his knees, which meant he had no problem resting his chin in the palm of his hands. He gave Hope a very serious look before finally asking the question that was bothering his young mind. "Why are you being so nice to me? Just cus we have an accord doesn't mean you have to be nice."

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baculum
2019-11-06 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Hope grinned at the awkward shake, reaching out with her other hand to gently take hold of his pinky and put it in the right pose. "Here. This is called a pinky promise. It's another way to seal your oath."

Eating just chips all day wouldn't be good anyway, but she really wanted to tell him she could buy more bags later, if only so he might not feel so territorial about them. He needed real food, too, so he could treat them like precious treats, she supposed. "I hope he does. But I have other friends so that I don't miss him too much, and maybe I'm becoming your friend, too?"

She sat up a bit straighter at the serious look on his face. Even though his question shattered her heart, she wanted to take it as seriously as he did in the asking of it, so she took some time to think before she answered. "Well, this place is kind of confusing no matter what age you are, but maybe more confusing the younger you are. So if you can be nice to people when things are confusing, that seems like the right thing to do because at the end of the day we're all trying to figure this thing out. Also, you're alone, and I've been alone enough in my life to know how that feels. Sometimes, even though I put up a front, I wished I had someone who would be kind to me, so I want to be that for someone else who needs it."

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