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sutton-day‌:

@harlankexne

Sutton’s house was not the nicest. She had bought it with the saving her parents left her and what little she saved for herself from her teachers pay check. It was an old little house in the middle of a cute little neighborhood. It was nice. It was charming. It was everything she needed. On occasion though, little things would break, or she’d have to repaint the walls. There was a bit of upkeep, but she didn’t mind when it was something she could do herself.

Today, the pipe under her sink was leaking. The woman knew nothing about plumping, but luckily she knew someone who did. Harlan Keane was a good man. She knew he’d make time to come over and help her. “So, it’s just the pipe under the sink, I’m not really sure what happened?” She spoke as she lead him into the kitchen. The two had been friends for a while now, after a random day at Rosie’s Diner. It seemed like in a town like this thats how you met everyone, just wandering around town. “How are you Harlan?” She asked as she leaned against her counter.

In addition to being a good friend, Harlan also happened to be their personal handyman. He didn’t mind it, honestly, as long as they paid him a hot meal every so often. And companionship. On this particular day, he was headed to his friends Sutton’s place to figure out what was happening in her kitchen sink. Dressed for comfort in the cold night, he had on a sweatshirt and jeans when he hopped up Sutton’s front steps.

“Hey Sutton, hows it going.” He greeted, brushing over his beard with his hand. Tucking his hands in his sweatshirt after dropping his kit right inside the kitchen, he listened to her description. “It shouldn’t take too long.” Getting out his tools, he opened the undercupboard and took all the stuff out, placing it neatly on the floor away from the space he needed. Harlan shook his head at her question, still trying to get a workable space. “Same old, same old. Nothing ever changes. You?”

#c #c: sutton

whereiswarrenwolff‌:

Harlan Keene, slightly older than Warren himself, had always appeared unassuming. He would never turn away someone in need of help, and never really had a bad word to say about anybody, but he also largely kept to himself. Warren could relate to the sentiment. If nothing else, he could appreciate how lowkey Harlan had always been, and how consistent he still was. A wry chuckle escaped Warren’s lips as his gaze tracked around the room, realizing Harlan had probably chosen to sit next to him out of pure necessity only. It was stupid to think otherwise. He allowed his curious gaze to swing around to his counterpart for a mere moment, before finally settling on the drink in front of him, but only long enough for him to pick it up and take a large gulp.

“Don’t worry, wouldn’t dream of it. And I won’t keep you from your beer, I promise.”

“Well then. That’s all I care about.” Tilting the top of his beer bottle, Harlan gave him a slight smile. “Cheers.” Taking his first gulp, he closed his dark eyes and sighed a little. He liked his work, he was good at it, and it gave him purpose and drive but damn he was tired sometimes. And when there was no one to come home to sometimes, it made him feel a bit drained.

Letting his mind wander a little, he thought about his unlikely companion. Sliding a gaze to him, he wondered what had gone on in his life to bring him back to Mystic, when by all accounts no one was looking for him. “So I’m a plumber now. In case you were wondering.”

#c #c: warren

minxsara‌:

( @harlankexne )

——Ever felt like wanting to scream at the top of your lungs out of frustration, but at the same time, had absolutely no energy to do so? That was exactly how Sara felt at the moment. She knew that asking for help was essential at the moment, but she hated it. Gosh she hated it. Her bathtub was clogged and oppa was as useful as a rock when it came to those things, so, reluctantly, she grabbed her phone and clicked on Harlan’s number.

Of course she would pay for his service, but she would also treat him with cookies and coffee if he could swing by and help her out yet again. Luckily, he had some free time, which, subsided her will to scream and calmed her down a little.

“I don’t know how many times I’ll be able to thank you for this.” The petite brunette replied as she opened the door for him. “I’m starting to think that I can’t do this ‘functioning properly’ without your help.” She pressed her lips into a thin line, curling her lips into a small smile. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, though.”

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he and Sara’s friendship had started, but Harlan did know that after meeting the sweet woman and her somehow more adorable son, his protective instincts were activated. He’d given her his phone number to call whenever she needed, plumbing or handyman or whatever, and she’d taken him up on it several times.

On this particular day, he’d been happy to tell her that he was nearly done with his calls for the day. I’ll be over in a couple of hours, just hold tight Harlan hold told her, and now he was headed there. Since she was a friend, he’d changed out of his plumbing outfit and pulled on a simple black t-shirt under his steady jacket and a pair of jeans, his toolbox in the back of his car. When she opened the door ans started apologizing he started waving his hand immediately. “Sara, please, it’s no big deal. I do this for a living, and I always welcome the excuse to see a friend. Just let me squeeze Jaemin once and we’ll count it even, okay?”

#c #c: sara

greermarch‌:

Greer stepped forward to take the last remaining pieces of her runaway papers from the man. “You make a pretty good point there, but where’s the fun in life if you’re only trying to be better than the worst thing? I mean — I don’t know about you, but I think it’d be pretty nice to be that cool professor all the students want to get coffee with during office hours.” She nodded, offering a small smile. “I think that’s all of them. Thank you for saving me from the wrath of angry students and administration. I’m Greer by the way.” Her eyes turned to the puppy, smile stretching. “And who is this?”

“Mmm...you know, you might not be wrong.” Harlan hums under his breath, wrapping the leash a bit tighter around his hand. He knew that getting a dog this big would be a handful, but he was beginning to think it would be only marginally easier than his mom. “Be careful, though. don’t want to get caught fraternizing. I’m Harlan. Nice to meet you.” Excited to receive some attention, his puppy barked and bounded around, all big paws and sand. “This is JJ. Maybe I shouldn’t had given him a human name, but I’ve already started training him with it now. JJ, meet Greer.”

#c #c: greer

greermarch‌:

@mysticstarter / open starter ( mystic coastline )

With her current read in one hand, a stack of papers to grade, and a bottle of Chardonnay, Greer had made herself comfortable on her wool blanket along the coastline. It was her hope at least that she would be able to make it through the last of her grading in time to enjoy her book accompanied by a few glasses of the Chardonnay before the wine became warm. She had begun on the last of her papers to grade when a gust of wind came out of nowhere, blowing her stack all over. “Oh fuck — you idiot” Pushing herself up, she began scrambling to save her papers before they were whisked into the water. ( She really should have known better and brought some kind of paper weight. ) Successfully grabbing hold of the last run away piece, she shook her head at herself only to turn and notice a bystander that had probably seen her entire little circus act. A sheepish grin pulled at her lips, as she attempted to break the awkward silence, “Really not helping my case about not being the local Absent-Minded Professor, huh?”

The Conneticut coastline wouldn’t always be winning any most beautiful beach awards over like, Fiji, but it would always be home to Harlan, and for that it was priceless. In addition to that, the newest part of his family - a rambunctious Bernese puppy that had Harlan wrapped around his whole paw - love to frolick in the waves whatever the temperature. Prepared for the somewhat nippy day, the sweater he had on underneath his jacket had a slight collar, and his hand remained firmly wrapped around his puppys leash. When a fellow beach enjoyer in front of him lost a flurry of her papers, Harlan had to do a quick double task in trying to capture some of the wayward papers and simultaneously keep his dog from eating them. “There are always worst thing to be.” He chuckled when he’d made his way back to her, puppy barking and excited. “Did you get them all?”

#c #c: greer

whereiswarrenwolff‌:

STARTER: OPEN. LOCATION: MOONIE’S.

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The last time Warren was in Mystic, he’d been a town hero. Now, he was… in constant staring contests, it seemed — from Golden Boy to Resident Lazarus. Hell, he’d probably stare at himself, too, if the shoe was on the other foot. But it wasn’t, and all the eyes on him were getting pretty fucking annoying. So, that was how he ended up at Moonie’s, probably drowning his liver in Jameson. He wouldn’t be so irritable if he was drunk. Well, maybe he would be, but it was too late now. Jameson was an acquired taste, but after 10 years away from Mystic, he’d learned a lot about himself. Including just how high his alcohol tolerance was for the Irish whiskey — which was apparently quite high.

In the time that he’d been at the bar, which had certainly been much longer than he’d intended, it had gotten considerably more crowded. While most of the patrons had kept their distance from him, it turned out there were no more seats at the bar top besides the ones immediately to his left or his right. It took some time, but finally someone needed a drink badly enough to sit down beside him, and he greeted them with an amused smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

For all that he considered this his true home, Harlan counted his lucky stars that he’d left high school and entered the work force before he’d had the chance to become part of the graduation class that was affected by the fire. Despite all this, before his grandmother had passed away she’d had her pulse on all the gossip - even about people Harlan didn’t particularly care about.

Now that Grammie was gone, Harlan wasn’t as ‘hip’ to the goings on of the town, but he was in luck - people didn’t tend to acknowledge the person working on things around their house. Sometimes he felt like the Invisible Man, but say what you want about that, he heard things. Such as Warren Wolff, the former golden boy, coming back from the dead. He didn’t know much about resurrecting from the dead, but he did know he didn’t much care. He didn’t really like drinking at a booth, so he took a seat next to the dark haired man and ordered a Corona.

“You better not. Save it for the ladies, man. I just want to drink a beer in peace, it’s been a long day.” Under his dark green button up, Harlan’s shoulders ached a bit from the work of the day. and he wrapped his hand around the chilled bottle with a certain degree of belief.

#c #c: warren

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Bones | 4.04 “The Finger in the Nest”

#( with every broken bone ; about )

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THE CHARACTER…

NAME: Harlan Barry Keane AGE: 39 BIRTHDAY: August 31, 1980 GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male/he/him BIRTHPLACE: Lancaster, Pennsylvania OCCUPATION: Plumber at Keane Plumbing FACE CLAIM: Bryan Greenberg

THEIR STORY…

Trigger Warnings: Jail, Depression

Born during one of the worst thunderstorms Lancaster had ever seen, Harlan Barry Keane entered the world with his mother’s brown eyes and his father’s big ears. For the first six years of his life, everything was pretty normal - his father was a locksmith and repairman, his mother a hospitality manager at a hotel not too far from their modest apartment. Harlan adored his mother Poppy, always a warm hug and fiery red hair, and looked up to his dad even though he spent more time outside of the home than inside of it. Then, in the middle of the night, there was a rough knock at the door. Poppy answered, confused as to why the boys in blue were at her door, but they brushed past her. It was in front of Harlan’s wide eyes and Poppy’s increasingly hysterical screams that Barry was led out the door in handcuffs.

By the trials end, Barry Keane was indicted in a long running case of burglaries, complete with two accomplices and just over 50,000 in stolen goods. He didn’t even look at his family when he was led out of court, whether it was shame or in trying to shield them from pain, and it broke his family indefinitely. No longer willing to stay in the town that now knew everything of her husband’s indiscretions, a heartbroken Poppy packed up her things and her life and headed back to where she grew up - Mystic, Connecticut. Initially, Harlan had only a little bit of trouble settling in. He did like living with his grandparents, but the light in his mom’s eyes just wasn’t the same. And he didn’t understand why he’d never get to see his dad again. Full clarity only came on the eve of his thirteenth birthday, when Barry went to trial again, on newly discovered evidence that linked him - and only him - to the death of one of his victims. Now, Harlan’s father was not only a convicted criminal, but a resident of death row.

Just in time for high school, Poppy began to spiral. Depression sank its claws into her heart, and she started changing. Gone was her will for life, the bright smile Harlan looked so forward to, and as Harlan grew, she began to deteriorate. Somehow even worse than the scrutiny back home was the rumors of a small town. Whispers of ‘that crazy Keane lady’ was first spread by the parents in town, trickling down to their kids, and it wasn’t long before Harlan was hearing about it in school. There was an uptick in the amount of times he was called into the principal’s office after this, but every time Poppy asked Harlan would refuse to tell her why. It was a miracle that Barry graduated with the mediocre GPA. It wasn’t as if he looked for trouble, but it found him more often than not.

Opting to attend a trade school rather than higher education, at twenty-one Harlan was a certified plumber. Perhaps he lived at home a bit longer than society dictated would be better, but his family’s stream of bad luck only continued. His grandfather passed away from a brain aneurysm, and not too long after his grandmother followed of a broken heart. Poppy finally lost her job, moving into her mom’s old room and the living room couch at the same time, and as much as Harlan would check on her daily, he needed his own space. He moved out a scant two weeks before the fire that ripped through Mystic.

Though he hadn’t lost anyone personally in the fire, Harlan felt the town’s pain as much as he would have if he’d grown up there. He sees Mystic as his home more than Lancaster ever was, and volunteered his services for the homes and buildings that needed to be rebuilt. He often times lets his taking care of people tendencies override his common sense, but Harlan has always been a good man in a storm….even if he is a lonely one, at that.

THEIR PERSONALITY…

+ self-sufficient, handy, loyal - controlling, disorganized, bull-headed

PORTRAYED BY LOLO.

#CUE MY INCINERATED OVARIES #bio #( with every broken bone ; about )