Smells Like Blasphemy |(Hamlet/Henry/Open)

[hamlet]

Harry slapped the burger in its cardboard container, shoved it in a bag and marched over to the counter. He ignored Henry for the time being because the man in the outrageous outfit caught his eye. "Aren't you COLD?" He asked, walking over to Dorian. He had caught the man's question, and Dorian's answer, so he decided to add onto it. "Anyway...yes, yes and may I suggest the Big Mac." He took a deep breath.

"Twoallbeefpattiesspecialsaucelettucecheesepicklesonionsonaseasameseedbun."

He let out the rest of the breath. "Prepared and served for your convenience!" he placed the bag he was holding on the counter and slid it to a customer. "Here's your order, ma'am, have a marvelous and wonderful day!" He turned back to the half naked guy. "You know what, mister? Here's another bit of information--HENRY thinks I'm a dick!" He laughed, turning towards his younger coworker. "Isn't that something? I mean i think it's funny. Hilarious! HAHA! Henry thinks Harry is a dick and it is ha-ha-hilarious. What fun." He cleared his throat, and leaned on the counter, his grey eyes staring darts at Henry.

"No. No, its horrible humor haphazardly rendered by a hypocritical haughty little hoodlum." He paused and end with: "Ha!" Before leaving the counter, back to his station. Waving a hand nonchalantly he shouted, "Back to work everyone, everyone back to work!"

[ricketts]

Henry said nothing as Harry returned, trying to be the man on the senses here but the more he heard Harry talk and talk the more he felt his expression turning to acid. He was staring a quasi-riot that was still coming to the screen right in the face. He looked grudgingly around, for some means of escape before that riot decided to break through the gates. Loosening his shirt collar at the same time, he was getting hot from the neck up. It wasn't that sort of heat that could be measured by a thermometer. He leaned toward Mimi, his shoulders very tense like he was just holding himself back long enough for Harry to get away without getting punched square at the back of the head.

'Five minutes, I'll be back in five minutes.' He paused for a moment, glancing around wearily then fixed his blue-gray eyes almost imperceptibly. Trying to fathom his own thoughts. When he was quickly walking, he managed to knock his shoulder into Harry's as he passed him. He supposed it was on purpose, so let a faded grin of sarcastic apology wipe on and off his face like a pair of windscreen wipers as he glanced back over his shoulder. Henry wiped a palm over his very warm forehead then swung his head back level, and no sooner as did his eyes sharpened in some regretful way.

Henry entered a back room where some of the kitchen workers liked to sling their stuff before shifts, and began to search for the tattered little rucksack he'd brought. He sat down heavily on a bench and pulled it out from underneith, zipping it out and beginning to rummage. It didn't contain many articles compared to what most guys kept handy - cell, car keys, deodorant, because no guy wanted to come out of work stinking of the deep fat fryer and turned shakes - but Henry didn't know any other guy that carried around a little pot of pills that kept tabs on his behaviour. He took them every day, and if there were any signs of hostility he made sure to pop again before any more carefully crept up on him.

He let the little capsule roll around in his palm, hesitating for a moment with an odd, silly grin on his face. As tempting it was to march out there and introduce Harry to the heavy side of his boot, he shook his head and sighed. He knew way better than that. Setting the pills down on the benchtop, he left for a minute to get some water.

[hamlet]

After Harry's "performance' at the counter, he went to get a new pair of gloves because the other ones started to get uncomfortable. The nerve of some people amazed him. If his state of being couldn't get any worse, if he wasn't tormented enough, he had to deal with annoying coworkers all day. As he walked, he bumped into none other than Henry, and no doubt, Henry did it on purpose. Harry caught his grin and shot one, just as sarcastically, back at him. He added an eye roll for good measure.

That young man was up to something. The more insults spewed out of Henry's mouth, the more Harry became suspicious. Sure, Harry was self serving, putting him on the register and taking his spot, but who would have thought he'd get so mad about it? Harry had plenty on his own to get mad about that had much more merit than working at a register...and yet...he fails to act on it.

Putting on the gloves and getting back to work, or attempting to, he noticed Henry come out of the backroom in the corner of his eye. Harry was paranoid that Henry was going to do something behind Harry's back and Harry didn't want to sit back and watch it happen...not like how he watched Claudius take over his father's estate. Not how he couldn't even see that Claudius would poison his own brother...how disturbing, how unforgivable. And yet Harry could not see it. What if he couldn't see it now? What if Henry's anger was something more?

So, naturally, after Henry came out of that back room, Harry went in.

His eyes scanned the place and landed on exactly the kind of evidence he was looking for. Drugs. Harry snatched them up and started examining them, leaning against the wall casually and waiting for Henry to come back in.

Oh, Henry must think he is just so clever.

[ricketts]

There was a room just left from the back of the kitchen which was not often used. In that room was a closet, full of shelves, where bossman kept some of his pens, papers. Half-eaten sandwiches, and many other things. Including that a sink too, Henry had discovered not long ago. He thought it odd, such a strange place to place a sink. But he didn't care too much, it was cold water and that was all he needed. He turned the tap handle and let it run for a moment, deciding to amuse himself with some gentle humming. Maybe people could hear, maybe not. It was one of those closets that people kept unlocked for weeks and weeks and never missed anything out of it.

The humming helped more than Henry thought it would, it distracted him as he filled the cola-cup he had pinched from a lone counter. His situations were often hard, and difficult to understand - but a distraction even this small was very plain and easy. A slight sedative until he got the pills down his neck then the bubbling rage Harry, and the frustrations of busy situations, had been feeding would cool itself down and he could carry on with his day. Plain sailings.

Henry kept humming as he made his way back with half-full cup, easing his troubled conscience and sure he was that he was a collected man now. He didn't want to yell at anyone. He didn't want to pull Harry's head out of his arse. He just wanted to relax. Together with a forced ease in his body, he turned the door handle and stopped immediatly, the closing door cutting sound off abruptly. He be damned if Harry was holding his critical pills.

He wasn't looking at Harry, he was looking at the capsule with the expression of an amazed dog, poised with fear. 'What are you doing?'

[cuervo]

She hated so much when he got like this.

Henry was...different. He could be this sweet, handsome boy with brilliant blue eyes that sort of called out to you in the most innocent yet alluring way...yet his mouth was so shapely and provocative, almost asking to be kissed. But in a matter of moments his face could harden, his eyes a most sinister shock that stopped your blood flow dead. No more sweet pretty boy next door.

And Mimi could sense that this was one of those occasions where Henry was suddenly changing...

"Please don't take too long, honey" she said hurriedly after him as he left to do God knows what. She heaved a sigh and craned her neck to follow him as he went, noticing Harry and Henry knock shoulders aggressively and on purpose. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"Behave!" she cried after them, though she knew her words were futile.

[hamlet]

(just gonna use last names right now lol)

Chandler saw Jekyll come in and smiled mischievously. Holding the pills firmly in his hand he pushed himself of the wall and studied Henry, wondering what was going through his mind.

"I would ask the same question to you. Funny, things don't go your way. Mean Harry is being a dick and you go right to your drug stash. So what are these? Something you save for those special occasions when you really can't stand someone and you just want to take care of them really quick? Or something to get your quick fix? Which is it, Henry? Inquiring minds want to know."

[ricketts]

Henry listened with wide, staring eyes and compressed lips. Ghastly horror possessed him, the still state of tranquillity he had been slowly lulling himself into gone. As may readily be supposed a strange feeling took hold of his heart and just his eyes alone showed signs of awakened desperation. That hot headache was worsening, gratified by the growing heat of his body.

'I need those.' His patience was being pushed too far to the edge to directly answer Harry. He held out his hand stiffly. 'Give them back.'

[hamlet]

Harry's smiled lingered and he gave a sarcastic 'ah ha" expression, brow raised in intrigue as if he just received some new found understanding. Nodding, he moved over to the bench, confidence and smugness in his step.

"You need it. I see, I see. " He glanced down at Jekyll's open bag he left on the ground. He moved it around with his foot, checking to see if there weren't any more surprises....like or gun or something insane like that. As he did, he said, "I don't like being played with. I've been lied to before and things have been done behind my back so right now Henry I just need for you to tell me..." He looked at him seriously now, holding up the pills but still having a firm grip on them. "What the fuck are these?"

[ricketts]

The scene was beginning to change. The dominating influence of calm that Henry was an expert at excercising, was absent. He was not calm, he was driven irritated. Beyond that even. There was a voice in the darkness, at the back of his head, roaring out. Whistling, cheering and directly urging with twisted delight. It struck deep, oddeties making him twitch as he fought between rage and control. Similar tributes played on the outside, a whole new side of the picture overturning. He took a warning step toward Harry, cocking his head slightish as the distress in his eyes began to fade away into the spirit of something more distinct.

'They're my pills. Fucking medicene, Harry - and I don't have to explain a goddamn thing more.' He thrust his hand and flexed his fingers, more aggressive than last time. 'What d'you think I'm going t'do? Flick my medicene at you? The only bloody thing I'd do behind your back is raise me middle finger, now, are you going to give me my pills backs,' Henry's face sank into subtle, presaging threat. 'Or am I going to have to come over there?'

[hamlet]

"Heh," Harry gave an amused grin at his threat and the middle finger comment. "You know, to be honest, I really don't know what you'd do. Can't judge a book by its cover right? You could be really fucked up in the head and really would try to do something crazy. Maybe not just to me, but this whole place." Considering his suspicions about his uncle, he wouldn't put it pass Henry to do something like poison the fries or something. Slip a dissolving pill in the sweet tea. Who the hell knows? " So sorry if I'm having trust issues at the moment. So yes, you're going to have to explain."

Harry's grey eyes narrowed slightly, completely serious with his words. "Explain right now what this is. That's all you got to do and I'll leave you alone." His grin returned. "What you think I'm going to do, huh? Tell the management your plan to insure you never work a day in your life again?"

[ricketts]

There was one solitary watcher of the splendid spectacle - he was living inside Henry's head. Glorious! beyond all expectation, glorious. He doubled over laughing, making a rumble that hurt the temples and Henry's hands slammed against them, trying to press the pounding ache away. 'Stop it, stop laughing at me.' He murmured half-aloud.

By some special desire, the crippling laughter let slack just enough for Henry to take his own reins. This was the pause, the strange silence. The supreme moment Henry had to take the pills before he faded out completely. He was deeply imbued with the spirit of desperation once again, thinking seriously about every word he had said since the ordering counter. There was a stain of regret as he realized, he hadn't been able to tame his temper and the bastard inside was feeding off it.

'For christ's sake!' Henry didn't approach it angrily, but with a despair that had almost lost all hope. He took a few quick paced steps toward Harry, touched the fore of his rumbling head, then looked out through his hair, which was a bit rougher looking than earlier. 'Alright, alright. The pills, they're to ... they're for .. they're ... they're .. '

He turned his back sharply away from Harry, paced back and leant on his straight arm, palm flat against the wall. In an instant, the time and the entire world seemed to stop. The smiling audacity, and a strange unaccountable force allowed itself to stand within Henry. Putting a sudden halt to his life, and forcing him to lie down for a while. On the small pin-point of the present, he raised his head at last and permitted himself to easy breathing. The man didn't stop to wonder a while, didn't stop to think of the experience. Just turned around, twisting his body slowly until he was looking directly at Harry. The look on his face of the senses of defeat, were gone. Over-ruling in it's place was a supreme smirk, wide-dark rings under his eyes. He turned his eyes over the ceiling, like looking for that delicate line between reality and dreamland, then leant back against the wall and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

' .. no good to me.' Hyde finished the sentence Henry had started, with a delicious sense of monstrosity. 'Not any more, Harry.'

[hamlet]

Harry watched this all unfold, one eyebrow up with an amused smirk. When Henry came towards him, Harry took a step back, holding the pills away from him. "I don't remember you telling me--" Then Henry started to speak...some sort of attempt at an explanation but the distressed look on his face was just too, too much for Chandler. Harry thought he's seen his fair share of melodrama in his day but this...this guy...he needs an Oscar. Why must people avoid the inevitable and just fess up? Why must they go through all the excuses, the acting, the charming, the deceiving? Is there not one honest person in this world? One decent man? Cant someone just own up to something without acting like a complete overdramatic idiot?

When Henry finally had his brief melt down and turned around, speaking Harry's name with an emphasis he couldn't exactly pin down, Harry kept his calm expression.

"So you're done then?" Harry said, eyebrow still raised, unimpressed. Harry shook his head and laughed a bit. "Henry, you really do amaze me, you know that?" He started walking towards the door. "And since you wont be needing them, I'll be sure to keep them myself as evidence. You know, just in case our customers start dropping dead one day because of some mysterious substance in their food." He paused at the doorway and with out turning around said, "Oh and Henry? I may be a dick but I am no fool. Any drugs I find here, I will get you fired."

[ricketts]

Hyde watched with strained eyes , his head following Harry as he had a go at being the vulture. A smothered, exclaiming sigh escaped him - like his threat had hit home, and as Harry's tall figure, boldly came toward the door just at his side, how Hyde appeared on a narrow and dangerous platform. He waited with the silent cunning of a preying lioness to come into line with him, and a double energy seemed given to his active limbs. He turned on Harry in a sudden and surprising movement, and came at him with a grabbing hand. Once he had grasped the neckband of his shirt, he paused again for just one second then forced Harry an inch closer. Hyde drew imperceptibly nearer. To his point of vantage.

'Henry's not home right now, Harry.' It was more of a cruel purr than a growl, not to be heard or perceived by another. 'But don't worry, I'll be sure to give him the message that you're throwing his job down the shit-pipe.'

Still nearer came Hyde - nearer also became watchful. He spoke like a teacher instructing a small child, only a teacher would think twice about threatening their student. 'I don't think you're a dick Harry - or a fool, in fact, I think you're .. great.' He put low, guttural, menacing emphasis on that. A shadow darkening over his face. 'But, you cross me. Just try and cross me, and people will as you said, start dropping dead.'

He lifted his hand away from Harry, releasing him and taking a step back toward the door. Becoming cold and distant, far away from Henry's timid and bewitching sweetness. 'Oh, and Harry - you'd do better to call me by my name. You'll call me Edward, or Hyde. Edward Hyde, Mister Hyde, Mister Edward Hyde - whatever the hell you want. No more of that Henry bullshit.'

With a burst of sudden excitement and laughter, he hurried swiftly on out of the door. like there was much he had to do.

[hamlet]

Harry's eyes widened when Henry grabbed him. Prepared for him to have a knife or a gun hidden, he swallowed hard at Henry's close proximity. His grey eyes narrowed down at him, prepared for him to try anything...after all death had been on his mind constantly thus far. It was only a matter of time right? What better way to go out than to get murdered in a McDonald's by a psychopathic co-worker?

Okay, there were better ways. Admittedly.

Henry...uh, Edward...certainly had his attention. He listened to every word he said, as much sense as it made. Now he was telling him to call him Edward. What, did this guy have split personalities or something?

Oh. Right. He did.

"No more of the Henry bullshit." He repeated. "Right." He said, tinging on the side of sarcasm.
He watched as Edward went out of the door and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He walked over to the bench and sat down, his heart racing. The kid was crazy. And not the pretend 'crazy' like Harry tried to be.

And he believed every word. Edward would kill him.

And he definitely couldn't wait until Edward makes a move.

But what could he do?

Hm.

Time for another internal monologue?

Alright. Just for a little bit. I have to collect my thoughts somehow...

[ricketts]

Hyde slackened his speed and stopped to laugh again. He was delighted to have had the chance of amusing himself by menacing Harry Chandler with open professions of hot-blooded fury, and Hyde, who loved an argument more than he loved a neck to twist and wrench, looked forward to a sharp discussion presently concerning an order, between Dorian and a feathery haired – partly clothed - little man. Superiority shot through his veins, morally and physically. He began to examine his surroundings with keen interest, pushing back Henry's clustering dark-brown waves from his brow. A kitchen, a lovely dirty kitchen. He began emphatically to have a little walk, treading softly, like the trespasser he knew himself to be. Low whirring sounds of milkshake machines and the sizzling of dipping fries broke upon his ears.

‘So much to do,' He whispered excitedly, and drew his breath hard. ‘No time to waste.’

The drowsy whirr-whirr of the kitchen appliances went on, murmured again its monotonous hum upon the air. If Henry’s memory box was correct, he was going to switch with Mimi – to reduce stress. He almost laughed again. At that instant he ceased thinking, turned sharply his head and regarded her steadfastly. The girl herself, meanwhile, stood motionless, in a half-expectant attitude, and, seeing her there, Hyde approached her and touched her arm. But it was not with the same apologetic regard Henry had used, but he pressed, with vice-like firmness, as a warning to her to be silent. His brow cleared and an expression of calm settled there. The look – the hint, of violent, explosive anger was hidden; but there was a red flash in his electric blue eyes that could be seen just once and only for a split second.

‘Hi Mimi,’ Hyde said in a mirthful undertone, in Henry’s same quiet accent. ‘I’m feeling so much better now, I think I just needed t'take a breather.'

He stared defiantly down at her, playing the dutiful Henry to a fault. 'I’ll take the drive-thru off your hands, how’s that?’ And a strong glance, like fire seen through smoke, leapt from his eyes as Hyde spoke sweetly - sickly - to Mimi in Henry's soft low voice. He smirked once and winked at her, something that combined looked strange on Henry's langourous face, and just before he left past her he didn't hesitate to give that marvellous Mimi-arse a slap.