"Irony, huh? Yeah, it's hard to keep yourself busy around here at first." James probably needed to lay off the booze by a lot. It showed in his face, he was a very tired, very empty man.
"You're lucky you haven't been mobbed by now," It earned a sympathetic look from the widower, who crossed his arms disapprovingly and took a moment to shift on his feet and think.
"Well. I've seen some condos still standing down near the old movie theater. Or if you really wanted, I could put you up at the Cathedral for a few nights until you get settled." He disregards what happened the last time he put someone up 'for a few nights'. Odd still had yet to leave, but he'd already been assimilated into the strange little 'family' unit they'd formed there.
It was more or less Harry he was worried about. Getting scolded again for bringing another stranger home. His reckless abandon for caution and the fact that trusting someone you just met probably wasn't a good idea. Still, it would give him more to do... More to keep his thoughts at bay.
Mobbed. That was funny. Was James looking at him? All Harvey had to do was growl or frown the wrong way and he sent others running. He didn't have anything on him of value, anyway.
He hated to be antisocial, but it was what seemed like the better idea. Especially with someone like the Joker constantly paying him unexpected visits. He wouldn't bring that on anyone. Or would he?
Admittedly, James was a bit relieved to not have to explain this to Harry. Still, he was curious about this guy. He avoided asking outright, what happened to him, and he knew he would be most likely left to speculate.
"Not that I know of. Most people tend to want to stay in the more populated areas." He understood the man's desire to be alone. After all... looking like that-
"Most of the places are already furnished, so you'd have all the necessities." He points to the north-east, "Just head that way along this street until you reach the old pawn shop, hang a right and it's across the street from the theater. You can't miss it."
James was a trusting man. He was also a very foolish man. And despite his efforts to remain indifferent, he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact. Still, at least he meant well...
"It'll be perfect." he listened closely to the man's directions. He just wondered when would be the best time to go there without being seen.
Harvey honestly couldn't have been more grateful, thanks to James he was all set. Maybe if he took up his offer for a few drinks, the man would finally be able to look him in the eyes.
"I guess I should head that way before it gets dark." The sun was, after all, not taking it's time.
It was becoming obvious that Mr. Sunderland was trying desperately to compensate for something. Why would he go to all that trouble for a complete stranger? Well, he was either incredibly naive, stupid, or he had ulterior motives. (At the moment, it seemed to be mostly bits of column A and B.)
"Well, good luck. Better get yourself shut in before it's completely dark. Watch for crabs, too. They usually move in little groups." With that, he turned seeming ready to head home himself, "Oh- and if you need help- Just go north and look for the statue of Atlas." It stood across from his church.
"You're lucky you haven't been mobbed by now," It earned a sympathetic look from the widower, who crossed his arms disapprovingly and took a moment to shift on his feet and think.
"Well. I've seen some condos still standing down near the old movie theater. Or if you really wanted, I could put you up at the Cathedral for a few nights until you get settled." He disregards what happened the last time he put someone up 'for a few nights'. Odd still had yet to leave, but he'd already been assimilated into the strange little 'family' unit they'd formed there.
It was more or less Harry he was worried about. Getting scolded again for bringing another stranger home. His reckless abandon for caution and the fact that trusting someone you just met probably wasn't a good idea. Still, it would give him more to do... More to keep his thoughts at bay.
"Anyway, it's your call."
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He hated to be antisocial, but it was what seemed like the better idea. Especially with someone like the Joker constantly paying him unexpected visits. He wouldn't bring that on anyone. Or would he?
"Are there anyone in those condos?" he asked.
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"Not that I know of. Most people tend to want to stay in the more populated areas." He understood the man's desire to be alone. After all... looking like that-
"Most of the places are already furnished, so you'd have all the necessities." He points to the north-east, "Just head that way along this street until you reach the old pawn shop, hang a right and it's across the street from the theater. You can't miss it."
James was a trusting man. He was also a very foolish man. And despite his efforts to remain indifferent, he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact. Still, at least he meant well...
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Harvey honestly couldn't have been more grateful, thanks to James he was all set. Maybe if he took up his offer for a few drinks, the man would finally be able to look him in the eyes.
"I guess I should head that way before it gets dark." The sun was, after all, not taking it's time.
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It was becoming obvious that Mr. Sunderland was trying desperately to compensate for something. Why would he go to all that trouble for a complete stranger? Well, he was either incredibly naive, stupid, or he had ulterior motives. (At the moment, it seemed to be mostly bits of column A and B.)
"Well, good luck. Better get yourself shut in before it's completely dark. Watch for crabs, too. They usually move in little groups." With that, he turned seeming ready to head home himself, "Oh- and if you need help- Just go north and look for the statue of Atlas." It stood across from his church.
At last he turned to leave-
This... almost pathetic man.
He turned a corner into an alley and was gone.
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