Harvey was just another monster in a city full of them. He didn't think standing out on the corner under the street lamp would give him very good advertisement, so he opted for the alleyways.
The man showed up, as promised, and Harvey couldn't help but feel he should have given him a warning. Then again, he wasn't so used to it, himself.
Hesitantly, he took a few steps out of the shadows the alleyway had hid him under. His right half gave the man what could have been a welcoming smile, if his left half didn't look like something right out of a horror novel.
As James wheeled around he was suddenly in the company of the man he sought. He wasn't sure of it was Harvey's appearance or the fact that he'd managed to sneak up behind him that made him let out a yelp of surprise.
Either way he gathered himself quickly, though he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He was trying not to stare.
"Geeze- don't sneak up on a guy like that. You must be Harvey, I take it?" He smiled but it came off more as a guilty wince. Don't judge. He'd seen stranger things in this city. And even now- he couldn't help but think of her.
The disfiguring disease. Don't look at me, James! I'm a monster!
He forced his eyes up, and worked his mouth into as warm a smile as he could muster. For James, though, the friendly look never really worked.
"I'm James, if you hadn't guessed already," He offered a handshake.
Harvey could tell, James looked at him the same way Gordon had, the same way they all had. But Harvey wasn't worried about that right now, he was worried about trust. Trust, and that nice little handgun James had mentioned.
"Forgive me, yes, I'm Harvey. Pleased to meet you."
The introduction and the handshake was enough to settle Sunderland's nerves.
He was just a normal man, after all. No doubt an unfortunate normal man, but still just a man in the end.
"Well, Harvey. I'm sorry you're stuck here like the rest of us. It's not a fun place to be, I'll tell you right now." He mumbles, digging in his pockets and producing the handgun and two clips of bullets.
"Here," He offered it over, "Use it sparingly. And know who you're shooting before you pull the trigger." All pretty sound advice, though James was almost certain it was smalltalk to Dent. The man obviously knew how to use a firearm, or he wouldn't have requested one so quickly.
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The man showed up, as promised, and Harvey couldn't help but feel he should have given him a warning. Then again, he wasn't so used to it, himself.
Hesitantly, he took a few steps out of the shadows the alleyway had hid him under. His right half gave the man what could have been a welcoming smile, if his left half didn't look like something right out of a horror novel.
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Either way he gathered himself quickly, though he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. He was trying not to stare.
"Geeze- don't sneak up on a guy like that. You must be Harvey, I take it?" He smiled but it came off more as a guilty wince. Don't judge. He'd seen stranger things in this city. And even now- he couldn't help but think of her.
The disfiguring disease. Don't look at me, James! I'm a monster!
He forced his eyes up, and worked his mouth into as warm a smile as he could muster. For James, though, the friendly look never really worked.
"I'm James, if you hadn't guessed already," He offered a handshake.
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"Forgive me, yes, I'm Harvey. Pleased to meet you."
He gave James his right hand.
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He was just a normal man, after all. No doubt an unfortunate normal man, but still just a man in the end.
"Well, Harvey. I'm sorry you're stuck here like the rest of us. It's not a fun place to be, I'll tell you right now." He mumbles, digging in his pockets and producing the handgun and two clips of bullets.
"Here," He offered it over, "Use it sparingly. And know who you're shooting before you pull the trigger." All pretty sound advice, though James was almost certain it was smalltalk to Dent. The man obviously knew how to use a firearm, or he wouldn't have requested one so quickly.
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