Harold Barnelby's page

Harold is frantically walking around the bar whispering
"how could they think its me
it just couldn't be
I just wanted a friend
now it could be my end"

Harold sighs
"Rick, was I not with you at the bar when the first murder occured? How could it be me?"
I vote for Jeremy in retaliation

Harold overhears and interjects
"add a candle for the smell,
at the very least a flame cell"

Harold is still carrying around one of the two drinks he had bought earlier; in all of the frenzy he has forgotten to even take a sip. As he is becoming increasingly nervous of the presence of cops. He looks at Geoffrey
"This is the only guy I think I can trust, what cop carries around that type of gun and leaves it poised in such a way"
he offers Geoffrey his drink.
"to you my friend, I am to nervous to drink, and you look as though you can use one"

Harold grimaces as the death of a criminal breaks his heart.
"alas my new but dead friend willard
who for all I know could have been a wizard
despite your death being rotten
you will not be forgotten
even when your corpse is eaten by the lizard....s"

Harold is fuming at the accusations directed towards him (while ignoring that every other person was just as accused).
"After these events that have just transpired,
you claim that I'm nothing but a liar?
While that is usually true,
I've always been truthful to you,
and that's why my pants aren't on fire!"

Harold is visibly upset about the events that have just transpired.
Flustered he begins scurrying all around the room shouting
"I assumed all of you were decent hardworking criminals, but now my certainty is minimal. If any of ya'll are cops, I beg you to stop, or my wrath will be downright biblical!"

I'm pretty sure you are the only one who has received any atm lol if you try sending me a "hi" or something I can let you know if I receive it

I sent you a pm at the time I sent it Jimmy

Harold is taken aback from the words permeating from Rick's mouth. While he is only able to understand half of the gibberish that Rick is spewing, the other half is really taking effect on Harold.
What am I doing? I am acting as if I'm the hero and this man is some sort of villain for me to vanquish. His words are strange to me, and he severely lacks rhyme in his speech but he still speaks the truth.
Out of respect for Rick's wishes, Harold speaks without rhyming
"I am dumbfounded by my actions that were performed without proper thinking. You helped me see"
Harold pushes his second drink towards Rick
"Here, this one is on me
pause
"I guess you cannot completely kill the artist"

Harold then notices the beaten man approaching the bar. Harold's eyes widen to almost inhuman size and rushes over to the man.
"Who are you and what can you teach me?! I have never seen stealth such as thee! The door was locked and impenetrable by near most, but you walked through it as if you were a ghost!

I want to be sure you know that I'm not being unfriendly OOC, Harold. Kitty's job is to sell drinks, and somebody with no money is just interfering with her work. B-girls are an old-timey, speakeasy classic to pry more money out of the customers. So please don't take it personally and don't give up on RP!

I know :) responding how my character would in that situation though, I'm having a blast, just Harold isn't :p

Harold acknowledges the presence of Rick through his acceptance of the napkin. He exhales audibly as the words of this stranger has been representative of Harold’s night as a whole.
“I apologize that you feel I’m an intrusion, for this I see but one solution. You fall from your throne so tall, to the man who is seen by us all. I feel absolutely no threat from you, your puffed chest is really nothing new.
Harold leans in and whispers in Rick’s ear

Harold pulls out four bits, all the money he has left.
I have no more money but this bartender has been nothing but kind. I hate to do this but I'm already starting to develop a pretty popular reputation, I don't want them to realize that I'm a joke.
After spending a few seconds writing on his paper, Harold proclaims
"I thank thee bartender, provider of drinks and splendor! For the assist in my inevitable courtship, I award you the highest honour, a writers tip!
Harold gives the bartender four bits and proceeds to tear off a piece of his notepad and hands it over.

honest question, I'm new, if I want to have something written so only Jimmy knows, should I write it in here and every character who doesn't see pretends not to know, or should I pm or something?

This man whom I have never yet met, speaks to me with such understanding, but who am I if not for rhyme. She turned me down with such volition that I sit here cowarding at the bar. However, if anyone is to take me seriously tonight,
he whispers to himself "I must escape this stink"
before near shouting
"Bartender, I'll have two of your cheapest, strongest drink!"

Harold then attempts to discretely indicate to the bartender that he is wanting to accept the offer that had been provided to him, but wants to keep that a secret.

defeated, Harold lets out a sigh, "Kay" he proclaims as he walks to the bar and begs for two drinks, one for him, and one for his fallen friend; self-esteem.

"I can afford no double in exchange for a caressed stubble for my wallet is so dry that I just may cry, but though I may shed a tear it is no case of fear; I am just struck…by you…and it leaves me stuck."

Harold reaches deep inside him and approaches the girl he has been discreetly eyeing up for some time now. Whilst glancing off his trusty scribble ridden notepad he utters "so I hear your name is kitty, I find you aweful pretty,if it may not be so much trouble, may I rest your hand across my stubble?" Under his breath he lets out a "nailed it!" while he awaits her answer.

Harold, whilst scribbling down 'almost-working' rhymes at the corner table, chuckles to himself softly. "I'm going to knock them dead with this one" he murmurs as he sheepishly scans the room. He begins to get up from his chair and approach some others; however his bottom doesn't extend 3 inches from his chair before he sits back down. It is not his time just yet.

I'd like to take the role of Harold the wannabe poet. (This is mr meowgi btw, changed my name). I believe I shine through my speak in rhyme, although I receive a lot of sass because I just look like a jackass.

If possible, I'd like to join too, don't have a character yet though