Hanna F. Cross

This curse again. Really, out of all the repeats I've written down, this is the one that comes up the most...well, this and the weird weekends where everybody gets different curses. What is it with this place and odd weekends?

Ah well. Greetings, visitors, and welcome to the City! Take in the sights, bug the people, enjoy the brief respite from normality!

And...if Worth, Conrad, Horatio, or any of the gang from home are here...Well, it'd be nice to be able to say hi.

[Hanna is sitting on the edge of the fountain. Today, his personality is a complete 180 from what he was like yesterday.

Yesterday, he was grinny, happy, smiling and cheerful. Today, he's...miserable. And visibly so. His crutch is leaning on the side of the fountain, and his head is in his hands. Yesterday's curse has ended, and he's realized that no, his zombie best friend is not here, and that yesterday was just a big fat lie.

And normally, he brushes this off, but not today.]

...I can't believe...stupid, Hanna, stupid stupid...gaah.

[He sighs and looks up, rubbing at his face, wiping away tears from his eyes that, if you ask him about it, were never there to begin with.]

Should've known it was too good to be true...course Gallahad wouldn't be here.

[Hanna sighs again, looking up into sky, absentmindedly sticking a finger into his mouth in thought. He blinks, and then takes the finger out, before looking at it, sighing in irritation, and putting it back in his mouth, grumbling.]

Great. First the City tricks me into thinking my friend is here, now it decides to make me taste like mint chocolate chip ice cream...

...man...I taste awesome...