[As much as he prefers to work under less gruesome circumstances, Harlan can't deny that this is a welcomed opportunity. He's been getting antsy lately; he's been here going on three months now, and if he were home, he'd be gearing up for another kill. It's uncomfortable, being thrown out of his routine like this. This won't be an answer to that, exactly, but it should certainly take the edge off. He's even got the tidy excuse of having no other choice.
He takes his time in picking out a weapon. He's after a knife, of course, but he spends a few moments at the table anyway, running his fingertips over the collection of implements. The punishments are meant to be particularly brutal this month, it seems, not to mention all those hooks that have already kicked things off.]
Do you want me to gag you?
[The question is genuine. He drags a knife off of the table and turns his attention to the list of sins.]
I'd rather not, but sometimes it helps.
monster mash; party
[Halloween is, like, fine? It's a fun time of year and Harlan very much appreciates all the candy, but he's never been one for parties and dressing up. Still, he ends up at a party in the hotel lobby anyway. He was only down here to make dinner, but some demons bullied him into a half-assed skeleton costume worn under his hoodie jacket. Hell is so much colder than it should be.
Anyway, now that he's here, he may as well hang out. He's posted up at one of the pumpkin carving tables, equipped with hot chocolate and twizzlers and a small collection of tools that look like they're meant for an eight-year-old. He's been here awhile, if the pumpkin guts crime scene splattered around him is anything to go by. Long enough that he's almost done with his carving.]
I was gonna enter the contest because one of the prizes is a bunch of candy, but some demon was just giving me shit about how it's not spooky enough.
[He's very annoyed by this! Which is why he's venting to you, random passerby.]
monster mash; arcade
[Later, after he's convinced one of the pumpkin carving contest organizers to give him a prize anyway, he can be found at the arcade, carrying around his space shuttle pumpkin full of candy and still wearing his skeleton "costume". It'd be too much effort to go and change, and besides, the demons would probably just get on his ass about being costumeless again. Plus, it's warm. He's got a million ironclad excuses for leaning into the holiday spirit, see.]
Bet you can't beat me in Joust.
[He says it to the first person he spots with candy of their own, nodding to the arcade cabinet next to him. He is a Joust master (he is not, but he's pretty good), so he's confident he's about to add to his stash.]
wildcard
[feel free to hit me up at mippins or in a pm if you'd like to plan something! wildcard prompts are also totally cool with me. harlan can be found pretty much anywhere in penance except for the club, sporting his unintentional donnie darko costume and probably trying to hustle people out of their candy. i'm down to have him involved in more of the reach up high action too, so hmu if you're interested!]
Harlan Halliday | OC | OTA
[As much as he prefers to work under less gruesome circumstances, Harlan can't deny that this is a welcomed opportunity. He's been getting antsy lately; he's been here going on three months now, and if he were home, he'd be gearing up for another kill. It's uncomfortable, being thrown out of his routine like this. This won't be an answer to that, exactly, but it should certainly take the edge off. He's even got the tidy excuse of having no other choice.
He takes his time in picking out a weapon. He's after a knife, of course, but he spends a few moments at the table anyway, running his fingertips over the collection of implements. The punishments are meant to be particularly brutal this month, it seems, not to mention all those hooks that have already kicked things off.]
Do you want me to gag you?
[The question is genuine. He drags a knife off of the table and turns his attention to the list of sins.]
I'd rather not, but sometimes it helps.
monster mash; party
[Halloween is, like, fine? It's a fun time of year and Harlan very much appreciates all the candy, but he's never been one for parties and dressing up. Still, he ends up at a party in the hotel lobby anyway. He was only down here to make dinner, but some demons bullied him into a half-assed skeleton costume worn under his hoodie jacket. Hell is so much colder than it should be.
Anyway, now that he's here, he may as well hang out. He's posted up at one of the pumpkin carving tables, equipped with hot chocolate and twizzlers and a small collection of tools that look like they're meant for an eight-year-old. He's been here awhile, if the pumpkin guts crime scene splattered around him is anything to go by. Long enough that he's almost done with his carving.]
I was gonna enter the contest because one of the prizes is a bunch of candy, but some demon was just giving me shit about how it's not spooky enough.
[He's very annoyed by this! Which is why he's venting to you, random passerby.]
monster mash; arcade
[Later, after he's convinced one of the pumpkin carving contest organizers to give him a prize anyway, he can be found at the arcade, carrying around his space shuttle pumpkin full of candy and still wearing his skeleton "costume". It'd be too much effort to go and change, and besides, the demons would probably just get on his ass about being costumeless again. Plus, it's warm. He's got a million ironclad excuses for leaning into the holiday spirit, see.]
Bet you can't beat me in Joust.
[He says it to the first person he spots with candy of their own, nodding to the arcade cabinet next to him. He is a Joust master (he is not, but he's pretty good), so he's confident he's about to add to his stash.]
wildcard
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