His funeral. Harvey raised his brow and flipped the coin in the same sort of calm, catching it in his palm with a mildly curious look, oh no would you look at that. Such a shame, really. Such a shame.
His fingers curled again around the coin, pointing his gun at the now horrified man's head. "Trust me pal, you're going to hope this will be death." he said in a deadpan before putting a bullet in his skull.
And again. Harvey lowered his gun, the horror of the initial anomaly now an irate curiosity.
"-the hell is this." He muttered, warring between that frustration and nausea. Some part of him could still be horrified by this, as small as it may be.
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Date: 2009-05-05 09:29 am (UTC)His fingers curled again around the coin, pointing his gun at the now horrified man's head. "Trust me pal, you're going to hope this will be death." he said in a deadpan before putting a bullet in his skull.
And again. Harvey lowered his gun, the horror of the initial anomaly now an irate curiosity.
"-the hell is this." He muttered, warring between that frustration and nausea. Some part of him could still be horrified by this, as small as it may be.