Hanna F. Cross

[The device gets turned on when Hanna moves to grab the tv remote. He's curled up on the couch, wrapped in several blankets, Little Sam sleeping by his side with his head on Hanna's lap. He looks exhausted and sort of grey, and his nose is red. Very, very red.

It's a red lightbulb that flickers every time he sneezes.]

Sammy, there's nothing on tv today...why are Tuesdays the days with the most dead air?

[He sounds conjested, and Little Sam barks in response.]

Ugh...I'll get up and get a movie...Manos okay? I've got the MST3K version...

[Little Sam barks again, making Hanna smile as he scratches his dog's ears.]

...gonna make some tea too...feel like ugh....

[PRIVATE TO NEIL NORDEGRAF//PROBABLY HACKABLE IF YOU TRY HARD ENOUGH]

So...uh...

[Wow this is awkward.]

...so...we should maybe probably talk about this weekend, huh...

So, it's still dark out. Can't say I'm surprised...I didn't think the stars could actually go out, but...well, City. You never fail to surprise me...

And speaking of surprises, look what I can do!

[Hanna grins and snaps his fingers, illuminating the video with a small flame at the tip of his finger.]

Cool, huh? No pain or chest issues or blood or anything! I've been using this to see around here, since it's so dark and I have a feeling the lights won't be back for a while still...comes in handy.

Now, with that all set up, I'm gonna go out and look for trouble. Can't imagine it's completely safe out there, being so dark, so...trouble, here comes Hanna!!

Man...I miss my hair color. I miss color period.

...Why did Lady Gaga decide to steal the color again? Seriously. She's already sort of extravagant, she doesn't need to make this place worse than it already is, jeez!!

If I find out the way to make everything normal again is the power of love, I...god, I don't even know what I'd think.


Touche, Lady Gaga. Touche.

Please give me my hair color back now.

[Hanna is, for once, not cursed! He's savoring the rare weekend where everybody but him seems to have something happening to him.

So he's taking advantage of this and is chilling out in Xanadu, lounging on a bench with a stack of comic books.]

Man, this place may be freaky, but at least it's got the only library I know of that has actual comic books...Whole lotta them, too...

[He sighs, happily, before going back to his comic book, which happens to be an old Marvel comic book. Yep. Nothing can disturb him today.]

[ooc: unless somebody needs curse fodder, of course...:3]

[Hey everybody, look, Hanna's up on the balcony of the Winchester place! Once again, he's 14 years old, skinny and awkwarder than usual. And he's focused on setting up what appear to be fireworks.]

Okay, so if this works right, I'm gonna get an amazing firework spectacle to impress everybody...if it doesn't work, Mom's gonna kill me and I may lose an arm. I wish Sam was here to help, he's a wiz at fireworks...

I should go ask Dulcie for help. We can use our twin powers or something to make sure this works properly!

[Why yes, Hanna IS talking to himself. He does that a lot, and after making sure his fireworks are secure and he doesn't have the lighters or anything with him, he goes to find Dulcie.]

HEY DULS, WANNA HELP ME WITH SOMETHING?

[Failed Filter to Dulcie- Visible to all]

Okay, so...uh. Must not freak out again. MUST not freak out again.

What the hell are we supposed to do now? This is...well, freaky. To say the least.

So, okay. I guess you're me. And I'm you, and trying not to freak out again. Do you have Nathan over EVERY night?

...Also, you can see the future? Is there any way to turn that off? It's starting to give me a headache.

Oh god. Oh, god, freaking out again.

You know, I find it ironic that, during the Vegas curse, I wanted to be a cook. Given my history of destroying ovens and burning water, me being a cook is hilarious.

I bet I'd be a terrible bartender too. I can't juggle, either.

...How is it that Vegas me is much cooler than normal me? Is it cuz of the Vegas bit? I bet it is. Ah well.

Is it possible to be surrounded by people and still feel alone?

Because, honestly? I feel like that. All the goddamn time.

...I miss Jethro. I miss Worth and Lamont and Conrad...I miss my crappy job and my terrifying landlady...

I've been here for over a year. I'm homesick, and I'm sick and tired of making friends here only for them to leave, or then leave and come back without their memories. I'm tired of losing people or being afraid of losing people. I'm tired of feeling alone even when I'm not.


I'm tired of living in an apartment meant for a whole bunch of people. I hate coming home every day to a big, empty, quite house. When I first got here, it was filled with people.

It's just me now.

Sometimes, I wish I'd never decided to move in with Watanuki. At least living in a box, I knew for a fact I was alone. It's really the uncertainty that kills me, you know...? Oh, wait, no you don't.
I miss what Euphie and I had. It didn't last long, but...well, it was good while it lasted. Now it just hurts.

So, yeah, I guess I'm lonely. I've been lonely for a long time. You get used to being alone, and then you get surrounded by people again...the fear of losing it all is almost worse. Wait, no, that's wrong. It's not fear. It's knowing that inevitably, it all ends, and you're just alone again. Alone but even worse off. Because you had a taste of happiness and now it's gone...


...I need a drink. Or five.

[Hanna is working on a TV. Well, we assume it's Hanna, we can really only see his legs as he fiddles with wires and knobs on a television set...

...aaand then it starts smoking.]

Ohhhh that is not good. Shoot, shoot...Maybe if I just move these wires here, and touch these two over here...

[The smoking doesn't seem to stop. In fact, it seems to get worse, and Hanna flails from his spot behind the TV.]

AAAAh, no, this is not supposed to happen, this is not good!

[And then, suddenly, with only the smoke as the warning, the TV explodes. Well, the top of it does, spewing smoke and fire, as a fire alarm in another part of the building goes off.

Hanna finally emerges from behind the TV, and he looks...younger. Smaller. Instead of being a 24 year old who looks 14, Hanna looks like a 14 or 15 year old boy, complete with a slight acne problem. Oh, and his face is completely dirt now, covered in smoke.]

...Woah. That was cool, not gonna lie...

[He sighs quietly before getting up, rubbing the grime off his face, and yelling.]

DAAAAAD!! THE TV'S BUSTED!!!

[ooc: Family Day curse. Hanna is the teenage son of brokemysmolder and loonyandproud.]