manofgnee: (-Love (and hearts)-)
Shall I compare thee to a City's day?
Thou art more sweet and more honest:
Harsh curses do shake the blooming hopes of May,
And City's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eyes of deities shine,
And often by their harsh complexion are we dimmed,
And even fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or time's unchanging course untrimmed:
But thy eternal kindness shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as I can breathe, or mine eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[No, he doesn't know the whole network can hear this. No, he's also not quite sure why he's misquoting Shakespeare. Of course, he's only now realized what just happened...]

...oh, crap.


Seriously? I swear, one of these days I am going to smash this device. I think it wants to humiliate me...

Also, as far as Shakespeare goes, I prefer his plays over his poetry. A Midsummer Night's Dream is great...and also quite accurate at parts. The one time I worked with faeries at home, I actually got to talk to them about it. They find the inaccuracies really funny.

...Shakespeare would probably either really hate this or find this really hilarious. Wish we could talk to him, he seemed like a pretty cool guy.

At the risk of misquoting him and embarrassing myself further, I'm going to shut up now. And maybe hide in my room.
manofgnee: (-Seriously? Come on!-)
[Hanna looks like he's been slapped; that strange mixture of shock, horror, pain...and confusion.

He's sitting at his table, that strange expression his face, for a few minutes, before he speaks. He's talking quietly, nervously, to himself as he tries to comprehend something.]

Oh my god. Oh my freakin' god.

I...I think I'm in love.

I...think I'm in love with Euphie.

[He says this to himself, still looking stunned, before he starts repeating himself, getting more and more confident.]

I'm in love with Euphie. I'm in love with Euphie.


[He stands up for a second, with a bit of a stupid grin on his face.]

I'm in love with Euphie!!

[He grins for a second, before that look of shock comes over his face again. Hanna gasps, and he sits down, slumping a bit.]

...Oh, god. I can't tell her. I can't ever, ever tell her. I will NOT ruin my friendship with her because of this. No, no, no.

She probably doesn't like me like that anyway...I will not ruin this.


Okay. Okay, I'm okay. Breathe, Hanna. You can keep this a secret, you're good at that. No need to wo--

[And now he sees the communicator is on. His eyes widen in horror and he pales, before grabbing.]

NononononoNO!!

[He angrily throws it at the wall, turning it off. If you need him, he'll be hiding in his room in shame. And he won't be out for a while.]

Case 138

Dec. 12th, 2010 12:45 pm
manofgnee: (-Innocence-)
This month...has had some weird curses. A couple really awful ones, a couple neutral ones, but...mostly weird. And in rapid sucession too, what the heck? I thought October was supposed to be the awful month, not December!!

[FILTERED FROM EUPHIE//UNHACKABLE]

So...I have a problem.

I sort of don't know what to get Euphie for Christmas...

I mean, it's not like I don't know her well enough to figure it out on my own, it's just...well, I've never really had girl friends before, and while some of them are easier to get gifts for than others, I just don't know what to do with Euphie! It's gotta be perfect, though.

...help...?

[PRIVATE TO EUPHIE//UNHACKABLE]

Hey, you wanna get together for breakfast tomorrow? I have a nice shiny new tree here that needs to be shown off!

Case 109

Oct. 4th, 2010 12:13 am
manofgnee: (-Really now?-)
[Hanna is talking to himself. Trying to vent off the sudden waves of anger and jealousy he's been feeling today, hoping that if he rants to himself, it'll go away and he can go out amongst his friends without snapping at them.]

Okay. Deep breaths, Hanna...get it out now, go out later and it won't bother you. Gah, what is wrong with me today...

[He takes that deep breath, before he starts his controlled rant to himself, still unaware that this is on.]


I get...jealous. A lot. Of so many people. And I know life isn't fair, and that shit has to happen for good things to happen...but why is it, that when bad things happen to me, nothing good ever seems to come out of it? It always gets worse.

Why do other people get to have happy, healthy relationships? Or, you know, have normal lives? I would kill just to be normal again! And...and they take this for granted! Aaaugh, why? People should be so grateful for that normalcy, for having friends and romance and jobs they actually like!! They should be thankful for every single day!

And here, oh, here, it's bad, in different ways. It's NEVER normal here. Ever. And, and I'm happy here! I have friends, and a family comprised mostly of dogs, and a job that I like that almost means something...my investigations, it actually means something here to people...

Heh...and I STILL can't afford a good sweater. I'm still basically poor, even if it's nowhere near as bad as home...

And I think I'm jealous of me here...because I know that I'm gonna have to go back to being the bottom rung of society again.

GAAH.

[Hanna makes an angry noise, trying so hard to get rid of these angry jealous feelings that have just gotten worse today.]

I hate my life. I hate other people for having lives that aren't mine. I hate them, and I wish I was them...and I hate that I hate them.

[He sighs, irritated.]


And...it's pointless to be jealous. I know it is. I do. Why am I? I can think of good things in my life...lives...I guess I'm more jealous of people who get to live normal lives, have normal relationships, over everything else. If I could have just one normal thing...like a normal girlfriend, or a normal job, or even normal stupid scars...then maybe I wouldn't be so jealous.

[He sighs again. Okay, that helps. A lot.]


That...that feels better. A bit.

[...And then he realizes that his device is on.]

Oh. OH, for the LOVE OF--

[He turns the device off, but not before swearing at it and throwing it against the wall.]

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