Harley

[forgedsolitude]

If you could date anyone at MOH, who would it be?

I do not think I could stand anyone long enough for that to happen

[amelieoutofwater]

Summer class… wow, that’s pretty cool!

So what exactly do you work on in the workshop? Are you there every day?

[forgedsolitude]

I make whatever strikes my imagination, and take requests. I'm in there as often as I can, multiple times a day. 

[wicca-hazel-old]

The Winter Solstice || Hazel and Harley

Hazel shrugged the filled backpack on her shoulder. It was heavier than it would usually be though. It also didn’t help that she had her kitten in one hand and her puppy on a leash in the other. She was walking up the the woods that were hidden behind the local park so she could practice a particularly special Wiccan ritual. It was expected on the Winter Solstice.

Her hand wrapped around the straps that sat on her shoulders as she walked. The way there was almost robotic. She let out a sigh as she walked through the park, which looked abnormally busy. She hated when there were tons of people out. Hazel wasn’t fond with dealing with people. It wasn’t long before she found the trail that winded through the woods past the park. She picked up her puppy and kitten as she started to walk further away from the populated area.

Soon the noise of people turned into the quiet ruffles of leaves and whips of wind. This is what she liked.

The girl finally gotten to the area that she was looking for. The ground was flat and there was a tree stump that was perfect for the use of an alter. It was perfect. She sat the bag and her animals down so she could set up all that she needed to. Candles, scents, the triple moon, and a ouija board. To complete it she pulled paint, from her bag to paint a tree in the way that she needed to, but stopped herself from finishing.

She’d forgotten matches. 

With a loud and frustrated groan she crossed her arms. There was no way she could continue. Quickly she reached down to pick up Luna, and Aurelia and started jogging back the way she came. She needed to be fast in order to get back before it became too dark outside.

[forgedsolitude]

Harley watched as a figure, carrying a cat and holding onto a leash attached to a dog, disappeared into the cover of the darkening woods, Harley had been staking out in the park waiting for an opportunity to exact his revenge.

The figure who had disappeared into the woods was named Hazel Pruett, and it was well known that she would often adventure deep into the park woods, However even though people knew that she would do this, they did not know why. Most people assumed it was to practice some form of satanic rite, something that even an unobservant person could notice angered Hazel to no end.

Harley slipped into the woods unseen, following her so that he could discover where it was that Hazel liked to perform her private acts. Eventually he came upon the edge of a clearing with a perfectly flat tree stump in the center, and around the stump was Hazel setting up candles and other items. Harley hid behind some tall bushes and watched what Hazel was doing.

Now that Harley knew where it was that Hazel went, he was about to leave when he noticed that Hazel had picked up her animals and was leaving the clearing but was leaving behind all of her other items. Harley knew this would be a perfect chance so once she left and was gone for a few minutes he walked into the clearing and grabbed a container of red paint that was sitting by the stump.

Harley had just recently been able to figure out what it was that Hazel actually did follow religiously, and it was the ways of the Wicca. Harley had researched what Wicca was and also what Satanism was so that he could sabotage Hazel’s rituals. So Harley walked over to a tree with the paint and made a Satanic pentagram upon it, a symbol that is nothing more than an upside down Wicca pentagram. Then to further the insult he took her ouija board and in large writing across the board he wrote 666.

After finishing his work he left for his apartment not bothering to stick around to see Hazel’s reaction.

[amelieoutofwater]

Years? That sounds amazing!

I took a woodshop class in middle school - they put me in it. I tried to make a toolbox, but it ended up looking like just a lump of ugly wooden pieces. That’s the only industrial work I’ve ever done, I think. I couldn’t imagine doing it for years! How did you start?

[forgedsolitude]

When I was young my parents were trying to find a hobby for me, and after many failed attempts they signed me up for a summer class of metalworking.

[henryreynolds]

Because when you soak hot metal in water, it makes hissing noises. Lack of hissing noises is pretty indicative of lack of water.

[forgedsolitude]

I would only know that after you were burned though, something I would think you would like to avoid.

[henryreynolds]

Oh. Well that’s… But I think you’d notice if it had water inside it or not, right?

[forgedsolitude]

Why would I feel the need to look in a barrel that I believe to contain water?

[henryreynolds]

It’s the school grounds. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.

[forgedsolitude]

It wouldn't be impossible for me to mistake this barrel for the one that has water in it for heated metal to be cooled off in. 

[cadence-bailey]

I love Medieval style fantasy.  I always wanted my own sword so I could reenact scenes from books, but my parents decided that given there are so many kids in my house, someone was bound to lose a limb if I was given a weapon.

[forgedsolitude]

luckily I was an only child so no issues there, and well there was not a large chance that I would jackass around and cut something off.

[henryreynolds]

Sorry. I didn’t mean to. Guess I was looking for someplace warm enough to sleep.

[forgedsolitude]

Well you should be careful about where you snooze, you might just get hurt.

[henryreynolds]

… I— Did I manage to fall asleep in here?

[forgedsolitude]

Why are you in my Workshop? asleep in a barrel?

[the-old-willow-tree]

Hm

[the-old-willow-tree]

It doesn’t have to be anything large, just an average sized breadboard of a schooner or um… That Flying Dutchman ship if you know how it looks, preferably in wood. And it’s not a problem, just tell my what material do you need.

I’m Persia, by the way.

[forgedsolitude]

I like the idea of the Flying Dutchman, and if you want it in wood I should have everything that I need to make it. It should take me about a month and a half, I will let you know when I am finished.

Hello Persia, my name is Harley.

[forgedsolitude]

Chance Meeting | | Harley and Callie

[miss-callieswan-deactivated2014]

As Callie approached the figure, her assumptions were proven correct. It was in fact, non-other than Harley Fords. His torso always favors to one side of his body, and he never seems quite centered. It’s a strange thing to observe in a person of Harley s demeanor, especially with other, more easily identified things that you could tie to him. She decided not to do that, even if he would never know how she always found it to be him. “I wanted to go outside.” Callie lied through her teeth. She gave him a weak smile and sat down next to him, on the old rickety wooden bench.

[forgedsolitude]

“One shouldn't lie, especially when they are horrible at it.” Harley said in a playfully teasing manner. Callie’s weak attempt at a smile giving away both her mood and her smile. Although Harley was almost always able to tell when someone was lying to him, it was so much easier with Callie. Something about Callie made it easier for Harley to understand her. Harley knew that Callie would say what was wrong with her when she wanted to and that pestering her about it would only upset her more, so he decided to ask her something else.  "Isn't the sun at this time of day just magnificent, it is the time of day when it shows off its fires ability of warmth and beauty.” He said, not so much a question as a statement filled with wonder.

[arachne-pritchett]

Got

[arachne-pritchett]

Yep. I’m not the type of cat or dog person. They’re too ordinary.

I’m Ada, by the way.

[forgedsolitude]

My issue with pets is that they need tended to, too often.

Hello Ada, my name is Harley.

[cadence-bailey]

It may be easier to name what books I haven’t read.

Some of my favorites are the A Song Of Fire And Ice series, Lord Of The Rings, Chronicles Of Narnia, Harry Potter, The Odyssey, The Iliad, and The Aeneid.

[forgedsolitude]

The books set in eras similar to Lord of the rings are my favorites, although I do not read to often. Those eras are better because the usually contain some blacksmithing.

[forgedsolitude]

M!A List

Anchises: Muse can’t stop bragging about anything and everything for 24 hours.

Anteros: Muse develops a crush on the person of anon’s choice for 3 days.

Aphrodite: Muse flirts with basically anything that moves for 2 hours.

Apollo: Muse is skilled in all sorts of musical instruments for the next 3 hours.

Ares: Muse just wants to fight everyone for 2 days.

Artemis: Muse tries to talk to all animals around the school grounds for 1 hour.

Athena: Muse can’t stop spouting random facts for the next 2 days.

Calliope: Muse speaks only in book quotes for 1 day.

Calypso: Muse is stuck with the person of anon’s choice for the next 5 hours.

Cassandra: Nobody believes anything muse says for 3 hours.

Dionysus: Muse is high for 3 hours.

Echo: Muse can’t speak for 2 days, they can only repeat parts of what people say to them.

Erato: Muse can speak only in lines of poetry for the next 12 hours.

Eris: Everything seems to go wrong around muse for the next 3 days.

Eros: Muse falls madly in love with the first person they talk to for the next 4 hours.

Hades: Muse becomes a complete outcast that everyone hates for 1 hour.

Harmonia: For the next 4 days, muse just wants to be friends with everyone.

Hebe: Muse turns into a toddler for 2 days.

Hecate: Muse is magical for the next 2 hours.

Hedylogos: Muse is turned into the form of the student of anon’s choice for 1 week.

Helen: Muse becomes incredibly self-conscious for 3 hours.

Hephaestus: Muse is incredibly grumpy towards everyone for 1 day.

Hera: Muse is responsible for a child for 1 week.

Hermaphroditus: Muse switches genders for 4 days.

Hermes: Muse cannot stop lying about anything for 1 hour.

Hypnos: Muse keeps falling asleep for 1 hour.

Iris: Muse is obsessed with rainbows for 1 hour.

Megaera: Muse becomes jealous of the person of anon’s choice for 3 days.

Momos: Muse is mean and sarcastic for 24 hours.

Mnemosyne: Muse loses memory of everyone and everything they love for 2 days.

Narcissus: Muse becomes absolutely enamoured with themselves for the next 3 days.

Nemesis: Muse becomes obsessed with justice and exacting revenge for anything for the next day.

Nike: Muse is obsessed with winning everything for the next 3 days.

Orpheus: Muse can speak only in song lyrics for 1 day.

Pan: Muse has absolutely no inhibitions or moral standings for the next 2 days.

Pasiphaë: Muse must do something completely regrettable tonight, and will forget it the next morning.

Persephone: Muse must do everything the student of anon's choice tells them to for the next 3 hours.

Pheme: Muse is obsessed with gossip for 1 day.

Philotes: Muse changes sexuality for 2 hours.

Phobos: Muse becomes obsessed with all things scary for 1 day.

Poseidon: Muse is absolutely obsessed with water for the next 2 days.

Pythia: Muse delusional and sees things that aren't really there for 1 day.

Zeus: For the next 3 days, muse just wants to have sex.

[forgedsolitude]

If you met your opposite what do you think he/she would be like, and how would your first meeting go?

If I met my opposite I would probably never know seeing as I would never endeavor to talk to them to even know they were my antithesis.  However seeing as this person would be my opposite they would probably badger me, because they personality would be one that tries to befriend everyone.

[forgedsolitude]

Mandatory Thanksgiving

Harley was in a rather plain room with very little furniture, there was a bed, a dresser, and a wooden desk. This was the room his parents kept for him at their house, for when they forced him to visit during the holidays. Although Thanksgiving is not a terribly large affair in Harley’s family, his parents still require that he come and pretend to be a part of the family. Harley had all the lights in the room turned off so that the flame on the candle he had lit could shine all the brighter for it. He could sit alone for hours just watching a single flickering flame, allowing his mind to experience nothing but the beauty and simplicity of that fleeting energy. It is always during these times that he can imagine the most grand and complex ideals for sculptures. Harley had almost successfully stayed in his room for the majority of the long weekend, with the exception of necessity and the few times he tried to converse with his family to please his parents. However all of Harley’s attempts of communication ended with him feeling alone and agitated. Trying to converse with others was very tiring for Harley, because he can ever guess how someone might react to what he says, not that he ever manages to find out how it is others expect him to respond to what they have said. Harley couldn't complain though, for his parents are understanding enough to know that Harley can not live with people and be happy, so they pay for him to have a small apartment near to his school. Harley was lost in thought when he heard a knock at his door, “ who is it?” he asked, annoyed that someone was interrupting his thoughts. “It’s us” the voices of his parents replied. Knowing that they would come in even if he told them to go away Harley told them to come in. As they came into his room they turned on the lights and there eyes were drawn to the candle on Harley’s dresser, “be careful to not catch anything on fire with that” his mothersaid. Harley did not say anything to his mother’s warning knowing that whatever he uttered would be sarcastic. “ so what did you want.” Harley asked trying to not sound irritated,” we just wanted to talk to you about about how you are doing, before you go back to school tomorrow.” his father replied. Harley looked at them with an expression that said “ well ask away, but be snappy about it”. “ So how are your grades, are you still doing good?” his father inquired. “they are fine” Harley responded quickly and dully , knowing that they would be dissatisfied with the answer, but accept it nonetheless. So his parents continued on questioning him about different aspects of his life for approximately ten minutes getting much of the same responses, they decided there were done and went off to bed. Once they left his room Harley began staring into the flame again, dozing off to sleep. Just before sleep claimed him he felt a small measure of guilt at not being able to love his parents as a child should. He would yet again lie awake most of the night because of his recurring nightmares.