Hanna F. Cross

[Hanna is poking and pulling at the large, red 'H' that's been sewn to the front of his shirt.]

H. Really, City? That's just sort of lazy...what could the H stand for? Handsome? Hanna?

It's Hanna, isn't it. That...wow. Just wow. I can't figure out what exactly you're trying to do with this. Or if I'm supposed to be insulted. Honestly, I don't really know anymore.


...Did you have to sew it to all my shirts? That's gonna be a nightmare to try and get off tomorrow...I'm gonna have all these H shaped holes in my shirts, great.

...Does anybody here know where to buy fabric? I can sew just fine, but patching these all up after this...curse, I'm gonna go with, wears off is gonna be tough without thread or fabric or the like.

[ooc: Actually, Hanna, the H stands for 'Hollow'. Stop trying to deflect what you know is true. :3 Scarlet Letter curse.]

I don't really know how to explain it. Actually, that's a lie. I do know how to explain it, but I'm not going to, because it's complicated and ridiculous and unnecessary.

But...

I have been told, by my doctor, never to be around ghosts. Ever. Especially angry ones.

They...well, like I said, it's complicated. And of course, with my preferred line of work, I can't help but run into them every so often, which REALLY pisses Worth off. He's hilarious when he's pissed off, but I'm usually unconscious after a ghost based thing, so I have to piss him off some other way, which is never as funny or exciting.

Oh well.

But yeah. Ghosts! Can't be near em. Can't touch em. Doesn't mean that I haven't, and it doesn't mean that I won't in the future, but there it is.