The Big Bad Wolf

Who am I? I'm Howell Landon. Not Warren. That died with my wife. Now what do I do? Well, when I'm not killing people or in a nuthouse, I'm looking after my Little Duck. Just don't get too close, alright? The Animal inside is fucking viscious. M!A: None [[A part of the Traverse Asylum RP group I track the tag howellatthemoon. Please read the 'Howell' page before RPing, please and thank you. FC: Aidan Turner]]

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“…wohoo.” He shrugged, giving a small nod. “Yes, I know. Got punched three times because of it. Or four? Huh… I lost.. count. Anyway. No killing. Bad. Yes I’m a dick. I’ve apologised. And I haven’t killed anyone in here yet soo…” He grinned, folding his arms before his chest.

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Hey, I only killed some cleaning dick, no one important. Scruffy was pissed though. Blood all over pristine white walls? Fuck, he almost killed me there and then. Ironic really." He grinned. "You are a dick and you've apologised for it and I accepted that without killing you. Fuck, I must be gettign better."

[mybooksarelove-blog]

+1 has found the library

Belle rarely left the library, partially because she didn’t trust some of the patients there alone, and partially because it wasn’t exactly Disneyland outside of her own personal safe haven. Yet, it seemed she didn’t really have much of a choice today. Someone had ripped up one of her favorite books.

It was a crime practically worse than murder, in her mind, to destroy a perfectly good novel. And some of these people really were murderers. So the only thing she could do was to report it and try to find who did it. Naturally, she made her was as quickly as she could toward Mathers’ office. That is, until she ran straight into one of the patients, the tattered and destroyed book in her arms flying out in five different directions.

[howell-at-the-moon]

Okay, so he wasn't exactly rushing anywhere, but he was hardly going slowly either. Mainly because he felt conflicted today. Usually either Animal or Reason could overpower the other and dictate his mood. Simple enough, but no, today they were both making damn equal points.

Killing is the right thing to do! So you don't have to fear anymore! Make friends! Fear is only a state of mind!

He wasn't surprised paricularly surprised when he collided with someone, but he was, hwoever very irate. "Fuck! Watch where you're going!"

[deactivated-blog]

“I’ve merely heard of you from staff, my cousin is a psychiatrist here.” he shrugged. He wasn’t too off put or even intimidated by this… Moody arse, was all he could really describe Howell as so far. Milo had killed men far more bloodthirsty, it seemed.

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Your cousin?" he asked. He thought of all his therapists, and there were a lot, and he couldn't recall who it could possibly be. Then he remembered that there were some that were too pussy to deal with him. Must be one of those. "Your cousin works here? Tell 'em to get out while they can. This place'll kill 'em. Besides, I still got some toothpicks." He took a toothpick out of his pocket and picked at his teeth with it.

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“Some dick. I think he broke my nose once. And I know, right? He’s got that look that says ‘I’m gonna shove my broom down your throat.’ That dude’s almost worse than you are.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

“Alright, well, I wouldn’t go that far. He’s not thinking about the main veins and arteries in your neck that could kill you at this very second, is he? I mean, there’s that one there…” He pointed to a throbbing vein in his neck. “Shit, sorry.”

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“……I’ going to die a horrible, bloody and extremely violent death. Awesome.” He grunted lightly. “I think I’ going to lick myself in my room for the next few days.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

He rolled his eyes. "Ah, that's just Animal being a dick. Reason likes ya well enough." He shrugged. "Dunno why. You're a bit of a dick, to be honest." He laughed.

[deactivated-blog]

"Milo, chap." he nodded, even an awkward little wave appearing there, though mostly out of politeness. He'd heard about this one. He hadn't needed any file for Bruce to warn him. That Howell looked like he badly needed a shave and a haircut and would likely stab you as soon as look at you weren't common traits, and it looked like he'd found his man after all. "You must be Howell, correct?"

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Chap?" What, was he OIiver Twist now? Because Howell couldn't be dealing with that. "Yeah. 'm Howell, what of it?" he asked heatedly, Animal whispering in his ears and directing his thought patterns. He could see it now, the thousand and one ways he could kill him.

[takemyplaceinthesun-deactivated]

“….Oh. Okay.” She nodded quickly, studying him and shifting awkwardly for a moment. She’d never quite learned how to read people, but he didn’t seem particularly happy as far as she could tell. But then, no one here generally seemed to be, for the most part.

“Howell. That’s a nice name. Suits your face…” She said, quickly biting her lip. “Uhm. I’m Tiana.” She thought about offering him a handshake, but quickly crossed her arms instead. “….It’s nice to meet you?”

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Suit...my face?" He really didn't know what to think about that. It was a weird statement, really. How did his name suit his face? Did he..look like a Howell or something? He always thought he looked like more of a Nevil...

"Tiana. That's a...nice name too? It, uh, suits your...hair." He really wasn't good at this. Adn, for the msot part, people didn't even make him try. Who the hell did she think she was.

[alicetrappedbetweentwoworlds-de]

She blinks, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. “Oh.” And that’s all she can say. For the first time in a long time, she’s a little speechless. “I mean. Oh.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

He rolled his eyes. Not impressed. "And then there's P. Say it wirth me. P," he drawled in a patronizing manner. "And, if you're feeling brave, you could go on to Q!"

[thememoryofwater-deactivated202]

She considered it for a moment, then patted her pockets, looking for the sheet of paper, folded into a little square. Had to be here somewhere… Ah, there it was. Picture of Jimmy she’d drawn yesterday. She doubted Howell would appreciate it but held it out to him to look at all the same.

[howell-at-the-moon]

He tilted his ehad as he looked at the picture. Recognition was definitely there, the face was familiar but.... "Jimmy!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together and laughing in triumph. Having only met him once, Howell was initally rather confused, but now he could see it. "That's pretty good."

[thememoryofwater-deactivated202]

"Worse than I am, can't talk." she retorted with a cheeky grin, hand swatting at him to stop messing with her hair. "Stop it! It's pretty today!"

[howell-at-the-moon]

He laughed as she swatted away his hand. "What're you doing today then? Any drawings you wanna catch me up on? Or have you got art block?" Animal was going wild. It was pretty damn annoying.

[alicetrappedbetweentwoworlds-de]

“You’re Howell? The murderer with the wolves?” she asks in a quiet voice, mildly horrified but intensely intrigued. 

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Well I never actually had wolves, but yeah, that's me." He nodded and couldn't help but grin. He shouldn't be proud, but Animal was being pretty prominent at the moment.

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“Some dick. I think he broke my nose once. And I know, right? He’s got that look that says ‘I’m gonna shove my broom down your throat.’ That dude’s almost worse than you are.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Alright, well, I wouldn't go that far. He's not thinking about the main veins and arteries in your neck that could kill you at this very second, is he? I mean, there's that one there..." He pointed to a throbbing vein in his neck. "Shit, sorry."

[thememoryofwater-deactivated202]

“Said worse when I was twelve.” Oceane mused, shrugging again. He seemed to forget that she wasn’t infact that age currently. She’d had a parent say worse to her. Course language was something she was quite used to, she didn’t see the problem.

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Well, yeah, bu- But you're ju- Stop making me lose words!"  he exclaimed in anguish. Eventually, it turned into a deep chuckle and then into hearty laughter. He looked up at her and ruffled her hair. "Fuck, Little Duck."

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“……no. No I didn’t.” He stole it from a member of staff, though he supposed it probably were Mathers’ keys. And he couldn’t care less. “I got a key to every room, just saying so you don’t feel special.” Or as if he’s stalking him. It’s called precautions. They work.

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Right...Still weird. Who'd you get it from? Cause if it's Scruffy, I think he might kill ya. I tell you, the guy's more crazy than the rest of us. Which is weird really."

[thememoryofwater-deactivated202]

“You started it.” she mumbled, shrugging in that very teenage way, hiding her hands in her sleeves. He was a bad example to live by and even he knew that by now, of course.

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Yeah, I know but- Annie jus- Fuck," he conceded with a sigh. "Jus' cause I do it doesn't mean it's right. I killed, like, twenty people. Doesn't eman you're gonna too. Actually, I shoudln't give you ideas..."

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“…please. Don’t.” A small, somewhat awkward chuckle escaped him. “…..please don’t do that either. Or at least have the decency to tell that fucktard to shut up and kill me in my sleep. That wasn’t a permission, by the way.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

He shrugged. “I dunno, Rabbit, killing you in your sleep… You pretty much just gave Animal permission. you might not wake up again. Fuck it, sleep with one eye open. Can’t be too careful, right?”

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

He let out a groan. “Ugh… I hate you.” He will lock his room that night. And the gollowing few nights. Can’t be too careful. “I’ll just keep the key to your room for myself, then. Gotta ensure you don’t trot out to kill me~”

[howell-at-the-moon]

"Aw, Rabbit, ya lo- wait, when the fuck did you get a key to my room? Shit, I didn't even know my room had a key past Mathers." He paused, his eyebrows corssing. "Did you steal a key to my room form Mathers? Cause that's creepy."

[thememoryofwater-deactivated202]

She snorted. She tried to measure how shocked he was on the general Howell-ometer but couldn’t really judge it. “Nothin’… Nothin’ Howie.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

"No, did...did you just say fuck like five times in a minute? Th-that's- no! Fucking hell, no! Annie jus-...no!" he stumbled on. He most certainly was not impressed.

[restrictedphilanthropist-blog]

“…please. Don’t.” A small, somewhat awkward chuckle escaped him. “…..please don’t do that either. Or at least have the decency to tell that fucktard to shut up and kill me in my sleep. That wasn’t a permission, by the way.”

[howell-at-the-moon]

He shrugged. "I dunno, Rabbit, killing you in your sleep... You pretty much just gave Animal permission. you might not wake up again. Fuck it, sleep with one eye open. Can't be too careful, right?"