Hanna F. Cross

[Hanna wouldn't believe it at first that Sam had left the City. Every time somebody Hanna was close to, he couldn't believe it...and this time was no exception. It wasn't until he got Sam's letter that he finally believed it.

And, like every other time somebody Hanna cared about left, he reacts poorly.

He's gone off and gotten drunk, and is currently slumped over at the bar, about 5 empty beer bottles next to his head. Little Sam, who isn't exactly little anymore, is sitting down by Hanna's feet, whining in concern.]

I jus...I just can't believe he's gone...I don't understand, why him? Why now? Every time they leave it hurts, but this...an I'll probably never see him again...

Little Sam, what's the point in having friends when they leave? They all leave...I should've learned that by now...even Gallahad and Sam, they left.

[He sighs and the dog whines, licking at Hanna's hand, which makes Hanna laughs weakly, and smile sadly.]

Right, right, I guess I still got you. That counts for something...and I said I'd take real good care of you...

[Another sigh, and Hanna gets up, rubbing at his eyes.]

Let's go to the Underground, boy. Let's go get ourselves into trouble. It's what me and Sam would've done in this situation...

[Hanna checks his pockets, before nodding, letting out a cough that he shakes off quickly. He's managed to avoid the hospital up until this point, claiming that he's just sick. Partially, he is. This always happens after many big, bad spells...and it usually lasts longer in the City, since Worth isn't there to fix him up and treat him right.

Of course, he's more than just sick, but he does such a good job of deluding himself otherwise.]

Okay...present for Dean, flowers for Sam...I got everything I need, yep. Hope they don't mind me coming over...wouldn't blame Dean if he wanted to punch me a few times. I sort of deserve it...

[He sighs quietly, trying to shake off those feelings of self loathing and guilt. It doesn't really work, but he can fake it. Sam doesn't need to see that right now.]

Okay. Smile, Hanna. You smile long enough, you'll feel better. Let's go see the Winchester bros.

[He nods, smiling a little as he goes off, mumbling to himself that 'things will be okay', 'Sam doesn't hate you', and similar thoughts.

He manages to make it a little more than halfway there before he breaks out into another coughing fit, worse than the ones that had come before. True, he's suffering from bad magical side effects...but they're amplified by the internal injuries he sustained fighting Lucifer that he's refused to see a doctor over.]

...stupid...stupid magic...c'mon, we're almost there...

[He tries to fight through the coughing fit, but fails to, and he fumbles with his device, turning it off before he passes out.]

[ooc: Sam, I blame you completely for this. You encouraged me, and now look.

...I swear, this will be the last awful, non-plot related thing I do to Hanna for a while. Promise.]

[Filtered from Roxas (and that creepy boss of his)]

So...okay, this weekend was sort of a major bummer. City, you gotta respect people's personal memories and boundaries better, okay? Making people upset like that...it's not right.

Anyway, I was wondering if anybody would know where I could get a watch. Oh, but it's not just any watch, it's this watch:




It doesn't have to look just like that, it could be bigger or smaller or even really abstractish, but it HAS to look like a heart.
It also has to pin onto the chest without any problem (or fit into a shirt pocket easily, or a jacket, or something like that), right where the heart is.

Also, it has to tick.

If it doesn't really tell time too well, it's okay, but it absolutely has to tick with regularity. The time telling is just sort of a bonus, even if it is a watch we're talking about here.

...okay, that got a bit too specific. But I really, really need a heart-watch like this...is there something like this in the City? Where is it? How much is it? I don't have a whole lotta cash, but...this is sort of important.

I have a friend that really needs this.


...also, where can I buy an industrial grade stapler? The kind that has those big staples like the ones in staple guns, but without the pain of actually shooting staples?

A Citywide blackout, and the only things that really work are the comm devices...

[Hanna sighs. He sounds sort of nervous.]

I'm not one to be afraid of the dark, because usually the dark is cool and has many neat secrets in it, but today...I dunno. This isn't your regular ordinary darkness.

This is...advanced darkness. Complete with a topping of wrong and a side dish of freaky.


[Another sigh, and the sound of something flicking, like a switch.]

Thank goodness for flashlights and magic markers, though. I think I'd be screwed otherwise, the batteries in this thing died out about an hour ago...

Those statues, though...they're everywhere...

[What sounds like nervous baahing can be heard. It is now clear that Hanna has his pet sheep, Iznagi, with him.]

No, I know, Iznagi, they're freaky and oozing unhumanness. But I can't figure out if they're just possessed or alien...

...I turned my back on one for a moment earlier, and when I looked back, it moved closer. That's why Iznagi is here, so I've got another set of eyes.


They have to come from somewhere...

So what exactly do they do? And, more importantly, how do we get rid of them?


[Another baa noise can be heard, followed by an exasperated 'humph'.]

Yeah, yeah, I'll ask about the hammer.

Is it ok to try and smash them with a hammer, or will that just crank the badness up to 11?



[ooc: Probably should backdate this to a little earlier...also, responses will be slow or nonexistant for a little while, since I'm out of town for college things and don't have a reliable and consistent source of internet...D: Sorry!!]