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Hanna F. Cross ([personal profile] manofgnee) wrote2010-11-02 12:10 am

Case 122 [Accidental Video/Action]

[It's a bit odd for Hanna, not being home on the Day of the Dead. It messes up all his personal traditions...but he's fine with trying something new.

Hanna's tired, and he looks just a little sad, but he's still smiling as he goes through the graveyard. In one hand is a large bouquet of bright yellow marigolds, the other hand has a box filled with cookies. He tried to bake his own, but that really didn't work out.]


I hope they don't mind that I didn't make em...though, they probably would prefer store bought over my homemade monstrosities. Haha!

[Hanna laughs slightly, before he gets started, going over to a grave and sitting down in front of it. He pulls out a marigold and a few cookies, placing them on the grave. He stays at the grave for a few minutes, just talking to it, before he moves on to another grave, repeating the process.

It's the Day of the Dead. Even the dead of the City deserve something special...the dead don't all have names, or properly cared for headstones...or even names that Hanna knows. How long have they been here, who were they?

Well, regardless, they deserve something special, a little respect on a special day.]


...shoot, I hope I got enough cookies and flowers...shoot, I hope they like cookies...Maybe I should come here more often...it's sort of nice.

Hah, I wish Gallahad was here. I'd make it his best day ever! We could even pretend it was his birthday!

[He laughs again, before smiling slightly and turning back to the grave he's sitting at now, in the back of the graveyard.]

Hee, sorry. Went off on a bit of a tangent there...anyway, where were we?

[He goes back to talking to the grave, moving to another one after a few more minutes. This is his plan for the day.

After all, he can't visit the graves at home, so make do with what you got?]

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[identity profile] spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sorrow is tucked away in a corner of the graveyard, eyes focused on some point in front of him. He's cleaned up now, although he looks like he has been through the wringer -- his carved cheeks are sunken; his brow hangs heavy over his eyes; his hair has been smoothed back as best he can but is still unkempt. Hanna won't be able to see what he's looking at, but he appears to be talking to someone in a barely audible voice. After a moment, he notices Hanna there, and turns weary eyes toward the man for a moment. His left glasses lens is shattered, and a faint blue sheen ripples across his gaze as he speaks to whatever he sees next to him.]

You have a visitor...perhaps I will leave you to him.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He considers not drawing attention to the fact that he's just posted this and allowing Hanna some privacy with his graves and his flowers. But eventually, a text comes through: ]

HANNA?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm? OH! Hi, Mouse! Hee, sorry, didn't notice this right away...

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hanna blinks, looking up and around for a second. He thought he heard something...]

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhh...sorta kinda not really? I'm just visiting the graves...they could use some company.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
FRIENDS?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope. But today's the Day of the Dead...thought they'd like company.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
HANNA WANT COMPANY?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
...Actually? Yeah, company would be great.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
FIVE MINUTES.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A minute later. ]

MAYBE TEN.
CRAP AT DIRECTIONS.

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee, that's fine man, take your time!

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Mouse arrives at the graveyard, he doesn't actually enter it -- just hovers at the edge, peering over the tombstones to find Hanna. When he calls out, it's not particularly effective given how quiet he is in the first place. But he does it anyway. ]

Hanna...?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hanna's in front of a particularly old tombstone, but he gets up and waves, trying to show Mouse exactly where he is.]

Over here!!

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mouse smiles at Hanna at a distance and then giving the nearest tombstones a look that seems to ask can I come in, he carefully makes his way over to Hanna, occasionally making note of where cookies and flowers have been left behind.

Lifting a hand, he waves at Hanna once he's finally nearby. He observes, rather obviously:
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Cookies.

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep! I tried to make my own, but I think that they're sort of...toxic. Hee.

[He grins and motions for him to sit down.]

Want one? I think I got enough for everybody here plus extra...

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mouse makes that face again -- that is this okay face -- at the nearest tombstone and the small carved angle sitting atop it. There is, of course, no answer; but in this circumstance Mouse is considering not being struck down as a good sign. He sits down, a far enough distance from Hanna to feel safe, and then pulls his sleeve over his hand to ask for a cookie. ]

Ghosts like cookies?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hanna smiles and hands Mouse a cookie, which, of course, is ghost shaped.]

I hope they do...on the Day of the Dead, you're supposed to bring the dead their favorite foods from when they were alive...but since I didn't know this particular group of dead people personally, I thought cookies might be a safe choice.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mouse actually giggles when he realizes that the cookie he's just been given is ghost shape. Much like a child with a toy, he waggles the cookie through the air and makes non-nonsensical PacMan noises with his mouth and his cheeks.

Abruptly, he stops and looks at Hanna again.
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Like Christmas. For dead people.

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hanna laughs and picks up his own ghost cookie, before joining in on making PacMan noises, complete with the wah wah of death as he bites off the ghost's head.]

Haa, ten points! And yeah, it sort of is like Christmas for dead people! You give them food and flowers and you celebrate their lives and their afterlife. It's a good holiday. I thought that these guys might like somebody to talk to today, too.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mouse's eyes grow large at that last statement and he looks around with a mouthful of cookie at the graves around them, almost expecting them to start talking any minute. ]

Quiet for talking.

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they're pretty quiet. But hey, that's fine. I think they just appreciate the company.

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[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Behind his half-eaten cookie, Mouse smiles in a small and private way. ]

Back home. Cookies too?

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[identity profile] manofgnee.livejournal.com 2010-11-02 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep! I can't cook them at home either, though. I just can't cook. Heh. But I do this every year. It's sort of nice.

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