11 July 2012 @ 08:35 pm
So, does anybody have a spoon I can borrow? I need to gauge my eyes out. Seriously, this is waaaay more naked booty than I ever wanted to see.
 
 
15 June 2012 @ 12:20 pm
[In all of his time in the City, Hanna has only sounded so heartbroken and depressed and LOW once before, and that was when his zombie best friend left the City.]

...Euphie's gone.

[And with what sounds like a barely repressed sob, the feed cuts off. He's off to go and drink away his sorrows.]
 
 
06 June 2012 @ 05:00 pm
[Somebody seems to be enjoying running around the City like a maniac. Sure, Hanna's not exactly the most athletic person in the world...Hanna and athletics probably shouldn't even be in the same sentence, but hey. Gotta try to enjoy this curse, right?]

I think...I'm getting...a cramp...in my leg...!

[He laughs, running and clumsily jumping over a bench, grinning like a loon.]

I...am loving...this so much...!

[He laughs and attempts to make his next jump over a small fence...and promptly catches his foot in the fence, tripping and falling, landing on his face, twisting his ankle, and making a rather nasty thud as he falls.]

...ow...
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 02:00 pm
[A very confused, very, VERY orange unicorn is poking at his device with his horn, trying to figure out how the hell he's supposed to work it with hooves.]

...well, shit. This is...weird. I mean, I've said that about a lot of thins in the City, but...well, I never thought I'd wake up as a pony.

Hell, not just a pony, but a goddamn unicorn.

I can't...this is just...

...I need to go for a goddamn walk. Or, is it a trot now? How am I even working the device without fingers, anyway...

[Oh, Hanna. You don't quite understand unicorn magic yet, do you.]

[[ooc: and here's what our very orange unicorn looks like! http://i1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc395/Realaregula/FinalHannaPony.png]
 
 
30 May 2012 @ 07:04 pm
Okay, weird question. Did I get blackout drunk last night and do something incredibly stupid?

Because this morning I woke up with a tattoo on my butt. And it sort of hurts.

I'm very confused, because I'm not hungover, and I have no idea why I would get a tattoo of a hammer on my butt.

...and is it just me, or is the carousel suddenly...incredibly creepy? Or is that the hypothetical alcohol talking. I just don't remember it looking so...awful and terrifying.
 
 
17 May 2012 @ 11:08 pm
I...am so bored. I don't mind working the mail desk...but it just gets so DULL after 4:00ish. Nobody comes in, no new mail...it's just shuffling and reorganizing...

[And playing Minecraft on the campus computers, but shhh, nobody knows about that.]

Who has the shift after me again? Because I think they might be late. It feels like I've been here forever...I have a history paper due tomorrow I need to...actually do...

...Hey, does anybody know anything about the influence of Machiavelli on modern politics? I think I was sick when we covered his influence on stuff. All I can remember is the 'love or fear' thing. And that is NOT gonna help me pass.

[ooc: Hanna is a college student at City University, who also happens to work the mail room.]
 
 
12 May 2012 @ 10:09 pm
[Hanna looks like hell as he wanders the streets. He looks nervous, hand gripping his hammer tightly.]

So, uh...I may have accidentally unleashed one of my nightmare monsters on the City....so...uh....if any of you see a really tall guy with no face and noodle arms? Yeah, he's way more terrifying than he looks.

Also, I sort of have no idea where he is. But I'll find him! Hopefully!

[Hanna smiles weakly and heads off towards the woods.]

Stupid creepy slender fucker is probably in there somewhere...

[ooc: based off of this: http://s1209.photobucket.com/albums/cc395/Realaregula/HiNABN/?action=view¤t=tumblr_lcn191AQZO1qcsnmjo1_500.jpg Because Slenderman terrifies me and apparently he scares Hanna too.]
 
 
18 April 2012 @ 10:58 pm
[Hanna's looking rather grumpy, and...surrounded by balls of fluff.]

I hate tribbles. I forgot that all they do is breed and eat and be fluffy. The fluffy, I can stand, but everything else...

Does somebody want to help me clear these balls of fuzz out?
 
 
11 April 2012 @ 12:28 am
Hanna IS a Girl's Name!

Read more... )
[ooc: Original image is from here: http://xxischaxx.deviantart.com/art/Hanna-as-Hanna-xD-152208455?q=boost%3Apopular%20hanna%20is%20not%20a%20boys%20name&qo=7. And if anybody really wants to know, this is what Dulcie did to Hanna during the bodyswap curse.]
 
 
19 March 2012 @ 08:49 pm
[Hanna's hanging out in the flower shop, slouching in his chair. He looks...tired.]

You know, I don't know how long I've been here for. At least two years now...maybe three. I don't know.

I just...I'm starting to wonder when I'm gonna go home. If I'm gonna go home. I just...I'm tired, guys. I'm homesick and tired and bored...

[He sighs, standing up and stretching, cracking his back.]

I could use a friggen drink.
 
 
07 March 2012 @ 10:51 pm
[It's been a slow day for Hanna. With practically everybody stuck inside bubbles, physical interaction is down, so that means no cases, no people coming by the flower shop, no misadventures...it's boring. Really boring.

Hanna gets weird when he's bored.

Which is why he's experimenting and seeing exactly how much damage his bubble can hold...by running into walls. Repeatedly. And bouncing off of them.]


Whoo hooo!! This is awesome!!

[He laughs, bouncing off another wall.]

God, this curse is awful, but hey. Bouncing power!

[He laughs and runs into a wall again.]

I wonder if I'd bounce if I jumped off a building...
 
 
[After the sudden torrent of rain yesterday, Hanna had decided to go out and venture forth to find more supplies, help more people, etc.

He didn't come back until just now, and no, he didn't bring back any supplies or survivors to the safe zone. He brought back slugs. In his brain.]

...nnnn...he's a real fool, a terrible host...such strange memories, why couldn't a better person have come along...Gallahad, do you remember the cranes, I see them everywhere, said the fool to the zombie...

[And the slugs are making him crazy. There's a glazed look on his eye as he mutters nonsense to himself, staggering into the safe zone.

Suddenly, he attacks a random passerby, moving fast and grabbing his hammer out of his bag before swinging it wildly, the video cutting out.]
 
 
15 February 2012 @ 04:43 pm
Show of hands, who's really surprised that this happened...Explains all the sand...

Okay, has anybody been able to find shelter or food out in the desert yet? Has anybody been able to get to the other City yet, or is that impossible...

I say we band together. This can't be all they're planning to do to us...
 
 
21 January 2012 @ 11:13 pm
[Poor Hanna. He looks tired as he sits on his couch, gently rocking what appears to be a small throw pillow shaped like a dinosaur in his arms, humming to it quietly. Of note is the fact that the dino pillow is wearing a poorly wrapped diaper.]

That's it, Trevor, that's a good boy...rock a bye, baby, on the tree tops...

[He closes his eyes and smiles, continuing to sing lullabies to the pillow. After a while, he sighs happily, getting up and moving out of the room.]

Finally...g'nite, kiddo...Daddy loves you...

[ooc: Poor, poor Hanna. Curse is It’s a Boat, it’s a Bug, it’s Ours, and for the weekend, his Godzilla throw pillow is his son Trevor. :|)