(AU workshop comment over here! He's a 28-year old history professor's assistant/shut-in writer that likes writing about shipwrecks and pens the occasional sea-related horror story, when he isn't trying to avoid crowds and too much social interaction)
i. the hills (and apples) have eyes
Someone needs to cut their eyes out. With a knife, preferably.
[If you were just passing by, you might have heard these particularly dark and ominous comments come from one (1) tall, bony man with long inky black hair, biting down on his thumbnail with a nervous expression on his face.]
[He's looking at something. And what is that something? The barrel full of smiling, happy fruits.]
[He continues to mutter to himself:]
I don't...I don't like them looking at me...
ii. interview with the vampire (and the goth-looking shut-in)
Cool costume, mister!
[The costume contest is just about to start, and there seems to be a few overexcited young kids hanging around one figure in particular. Howard stands, shaking his head as he lifts up his hands, as if in apology.]
No, no, I-I'm not, this is how I normally dress...
Is that a WIG? Nobody EVER has long hair like that! It has to be a wig!
P-please, I'm not part of the costume contest, I'm not supposed to be here...
You're a vampire, right? Only vampires wear super dark clothing like that! Where are your fangs, though?
[Howard looks around frantically, finally meeting the eyes of whoever might be passing by. Any regular adult could probably get out of this situation. Howard is not a regular adult. His expression says it all, to whoever he's looking at:]
[Please help me.]
iii. trick or treat!
[This is annoying. He's just trying to use his device, why does he need to play a game? But very well. It isn't too hard, but...]
[Howard just stands, eyebrows furrowed as he attempts to clear this level. He's not having a great time with it though, for as he mumbles:]
I hate this game. I hate it. It only makes me want to eat lots of candy...and I just ate an entire bag of Halloween chocolate yesterday for dinner...
[Someone needs to get themselves a better diet.]
wildcard: whatever goes!
[Throw whatever prompt you want at Howard here, I'm up for anything and everything!]
H.P. Lovecraft | Bungou Stray Dogs
i. the hills (and apples) have eyes
Someone needs to cut their eyes out. With a knife, preferably.
[If you were just passing by, you might have heard these particularly dark and ominous comments come from one (1) tall, bony man with long inky black hair, biting down on his thumbnail with a nervous expression on his face.]
[He's looking at something. And what is that something? The barrel full of smiling, happy fruits.]
[He continues to mutter to himself:]
I don't...I don't like them looking at me...
ii. interview with the vampire (and the goth-looking shut-in)
Cool costume, mister!
[The costume contest is just about to start, and there seems to be a few overexcited young kids hanging around one figure in particular. Howard stands, shaking his head as he lifts up his hands, as if in apology.]
No, no, I-I'm not, this is how I normally dress...
Is that a WIG? Nobody EVER has long hair like that! It has to be a wig!
P-please, I'm not part of the costume contest, I'm not supposed to be here...
You're a vampire, right? Only vampires wear super dark clothing like that! Where are your fangs, though?
[Howard looks around frantically, finally meeting the eyes of whoever might be passing by. Any regular adult could probably get out of this situation. Howard is not a regular adult. His expression says it all, to whoever he's looking at:]
[Please help me.]
iii. trick or treat!
[This is annoying. He's just trying to use his device, why does he need to play a game? But very well. It isn't too hard, but...]
[Howard just stands, eyebrows furrowed as he attempts to clear this level. He's not having a great time with it though, for as he mumbles:]
I hate this game. I hate it. It only makes me want to eat lots of candy...and I just ate an entire bag of Halloween chocolate yesterday for dinner...
[Someone needs to get themselves a better diet.]
wildcard: whatever goes!
[Throw whatever prompt you want at Howard here, I'm up for anything and everything!]