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Voicemail
silence
"...if you have called this number, you should know what to say now."
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Room 411, late Monday night
Hanna had been awakened by nightmares. Her father versus Marissa, as she'd never seen it in life, had come back to haunt her after seeing him again.
She wished she could shoot Marissa again.
She wished more that her father was still alive.
She wished...
She put on her headphones, and hugged Velcro, and wished a lot of things.
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In the Park, late Saturday morning
Hanna was on her usual run this morning. The last week of melancholy dreams had been weighing on her, so she'd upped her work-outs to three hours a day, in order to tire herself out more. Maybe she'd be able to sleep dreamlessly this way.
[for one, in one corner of the park] -
Room 411, Thursday evening
Hanna had realized earlier this week that she was approaching the one year anniversary of a lot of things: coming to Fandom, her father's death, killing Marissa, leaving Iceland ( Read more... ) -
The Preserve, Sunday Afternoon
Hanna had secured Hardison, but not taped his mouth shut or anything. No reason to. Out in the Preserve, there was no one to hear them. She did keep the gun on him, though ( Read more... ) -
Room 411, Monday
Hanna had skipped class, in order to listen to her record album more. She was trying to plan her life carefully around listening to it; she had shored up on bottles of water, and now she had a big box that held the album and the record player ( Read more... ) -
Room 411, Tuesday
Hanna had been up half the night listening to her new album. She'd kept the music low so it wouldn't disturb anyone, but she was desperately glad to have found a pair of headphones and a conversion jack to plug into her record player, so she could have it as loud as she wanted without disturbing anyone ( Read more... ) -
74 Godiva Street, Sunday afternoon
Hanna had patiently waited outside the Mayor's home for the woman to leave, before carefully making her way inside the storefront-residence to retrieve the item requested by Mr. Gaunt.It might have been for a good cause, but she still felt a little bad about breaking in, so she was careful not to disturb anything as she slowly explored. Although ( Read more... ) -
Room 411, Wednesday
Hanna had the snow cake she'd made in Friendship is Cake class, and several good books to read. Our Bodies, Our Selves had been very enlightening, A Grief Remembered had been... helpful. She was still in the middle of both, but she'd also started the first Barry Plodder book. And the ones that Alana had recommended ( Read more... ) -
The Preserve, Sunday afternoon
Hanna had forgone making a bow just yet; apparently the shops here sold them, and that might be better than one she could build herself with minimal tools. Might be ( Read more... )