Post by Stitches on Dec 10, 2019 19:26:18 GMT -6
Harrow Quinn, born August 2nd, 1981, was an unusually large baby. And since the first time he made interactions with the outside world, he had been bullied for his size. Harrow Quinn towered over other children, he was instantly perceived to be a monster despite the kind heart that lurked inside. These presumptions slowly, but surely warped his perceptions on the world and eventually he started to accept the fact that he was, in fact, a monster. Being a man of his size, Harrow Quinn stood out among the crowd, his head towering over the sea of people as he strolled down a particularly busy section of the French Quarters in New Orleans. New Orleans was known for its oddities, having a particular fascination with voodoo, but none quite like the monolith that was Harrow Quinn. With his unique viewpoint a foot or so among the rest, Harrow Quinn was overtly aware of people's leering eyes. No matter how inconspicuous people tried to be, he saw their stares.
So, who is Harrow Quinn? A monolith? A leviathan? All true descriptors. However, most people knew him simply by one name; Patches. His overly small top hat placed slightly askew atop his head, the face paint covering his face and his keen, yet unusual, fashion sense. Harrow Quinn had quite a unique look. Harrow Quinn tried to maintain the moniker of 'Patches' for as long as possible. After all, most people knew him by that name, it would be difficult to make such a transition. However, he had become fed up with the carnival shenanigans, especially when it came to entertaining the crowd for their amusement. He was no circus animal spinning tricks for treats. The name 'Patches', well, it represented everything he had come to despise about the carnival scene. That is why he reveled in the notion of playing the ringmaster rather than the ringmaster's puppet and without reluctance accepted the position to play Stitches spokesperson and hype-man.
The two of them were brought up in the carnival scene under very similar circumstances. Both of them were outcasts, offered salvation and meaning by utilising their freakish appearance as a form of entertainment. Harrow Quinn had started the carnival scene alongside Stitches as a comedic tandem. Harrow Quinn played the role of 'Patches' the auguste clown. His job was to play the role of an anarchist or a joker and intentionally screw up menial tasks demanded from Stitches, who played the blanc clown. This was all done for the sake of entertainment and, although it was all fun and games in the beginning, having known a world outside of playing the joker, Harrow Quinn grew tired of the fun and games. The name 'Patches' reminded him of the fact that people would refer to him as a moniker. The laughter the crowd shared as he goofed about portraying such a character reminded him when people would bully him for his size. People were unable to distinguish between make-believe and reality and oftentimes assumed he was the goofy character that he portrayed. As if actors represented the personality traits and nuances that the characters they played shared.
As Harrow Quinn walked through the French Quarters he carried around a sewing needle that intimidated the others who walked on by. Their stares were much more apparent as they eyed down the monster with the needle grasped firmly in his hand. The needle, however, wasn't intended to be used as a weapon, he intended to use it to shed himself of his old skin. With the needle in his hand, Harrow Quinn dug it into the patches in his clothing, slowly but surely removing each patch whilst he walked, in an impressive display of multi-tasking. As each patch was removed more and more holes were revealed in his clothing, holes produced over many years of performing as the auguste clown. The integrity of his clothing began to give way as each patch was removed until eventually, it began to fall off. Underneath was a fresh attire, free from the damage and decay of years of use and abuse. Several pieces of the old attire fell off, the rest of it Harrow Quinn had to tear from his body until, finally, he was free of his old attire, minus a small strand of cloth that wrapped around his torso. Harrow Quinn left behind the tattered remains of his old attire, strewn across the street, as he disappeared into a side alleyway donning his new attire, still with the tiny top hat slightly askew. No longer was he 'Patches', he had reverted back to Harrow Quinn; a man no longer afraid to embrace his true self.
