Doesn't Mix Well With Ghosts

Nicknames - TLV

Tue, 22 Oct 2024 18:59:54 GMT

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Character Inventory

Tue, 18 Jun 2024 15:14:08 GMT

More housekeeping. Hanna's accumulated pile of things.

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TLV Thread tracker

Fri, 14 Jun 2024 12:51:06 GMT

House keeping thread tracker so I don't lose all my shit into the abyss

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TLV IC Inbox

Wed, 12 Jun 2024 06:32:46 GMT

[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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TLV Permissions - CW: Body horror

Wed, 12 Jun 2024 05:49:23 GMT

( Permissions Form )

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Inmate Ledger

Wed, 12 Jun 2024 04:43:09 GMT

"Woah, am I like- In trouble? Not that I mind, I was being pretty stupid."

Art by Quesadillawizard

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The Last Voyage App

Sun, 02 Jun 2024 02:06:01 GMT

User Name/Nick: Ian
E-mail/Plurk/Discord/PM to a character journal/alternate method of contact: On plurk
Other Characters Currently In-Game: Code Name: Abel

Character Name: Hanna Falk Cross
Series: Hanna Is Not A Boy’s Name
Age: 24
From When?: Page 151, “Stuck outside looking in.” This is the last appearance of Hanna in canon, in which Ples Tibenoch points a gun at Hanna, {...} and Toni and all the doors and windows slam shut to his house. It cuts to the outside where all Conrad hears is a gunshot, unable to see inside.

( When the world is a mess, I'll be with you for the rest )

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RUBY CITY IC CONTACT

Thu, 24 Apr 2014 20:59:21 GMT

IC Inbox

Ruby City Network Voice Messages for Hanna Falk Cross.

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Hey boy where'd you go...

Thu, 03 Apr 2014 23:26:15 GMT

PLAYER
Name: Sava
Age: 21
Personal Journal: N/a
E-mail: Savayork@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Aim: Chrisxkitten Plurk: Savanahnah

CHARACTER
Name: Hanna Falk Cross
Canon: Hanna is Not A Boy’s Name
Age: 24
Timeline: Page 151, Stuck outside looking in.

( Hey boy where DID you go... )

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IC/OFFLINE: I want to take you far, from the cynics in this town

Thu, 27 Jun 2013 23:39:54 GMT

Time: Sometime after the Pitch fiasco.
Place: House on the Rock
( Kiss you on the mouth... )

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And we'll eat their dreams until they die inside

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 03:16:17 GMT

Staring in the cracked mirror that morning, Hanna had felt a sense of accomplishment he never really had before. It had been months, and the longest time, he hadn't felt as good as he did now, each deep breath he took, he did so with new lungs, and it reminded him of what he had done to get here. Weeks of sickness, bedridden and miserable. Pushing his body to its limits to find where his true threshold of power was. And, with his shirt off, the absence of the runes on his body, keeping him alive were a sign that maybe he could move on from hiding his problems from the world. That sewing him up wasn't an impossible idea any more, and that the cool metal of his staples could maybe be removed one last time and be replaced with a needle and thread to make a much cleaner line.

This wasn't quite so important though, no. Not right now, early morning, mid June he had a job that needed doing that was at least six months in the making. So, pulling on a shirt to go over the scars, he put his supplies in his pocket, the rest outside and waiting for him, and he quietly heads towards the door. Both Lea and Vriska are aware of his plan, but at the same time he didn't want interference. He wanted to do this alone, and the text's he's left them both are easily written off as Hanna just being Hanna, going and doing shit. He can face the heat later when they get angry that he didn't mention that today was the day, but...this is something he wants to do for himself. It's what he's suffered for the past few months and just like back home, he's got this, all on his lonesome.

Slipping on his shoes, he gives one last glance at the house, the cool summer air still warm and keeping the house a nice temperature, before he shuts the door. The weeder he had found would do the job he was intending it to do just fine, even if it would take quite a while, and he smiled at the little hand tool, ready to set out, his spot all figured out. And the walk in the mid-summer sun was a nice one, feeling like a good omen for the battle that he was sure would come.( We'll raise their kids and commandeer their wives )

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And he never came home.

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 09:17:01 GMT

Full up on over steeped tea, Hanna had finally dismissed himself from the Greek house, not expecting an escorted walk home. And he got no offer for one, like he had thought, left on the front stoop when the door shut behind him. The city was dark, and full of noise as he walked down the steps, his hammer giving off a very low pink light. Each day it had dimmed, and pretty soon, all the lights would go out. Or at least that was what Hanna feared would happen. Not that he was afraid of the dark, but rather the tricks it played on people when the lights were out. He had learned just how frightening the dark could be after the incident with his parents, how quiet could ruin a man's calm as easily as screams could.

( character death under the cut )

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