my melancholy blues ;; {!ACTION}
[There are five stages of grief;
Denial: At first he would tell himself that everyone got droned at sometime. He would be back in a few days, tops! Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days and days turned to most painful of weeks. One could argue that they didn't spend much time together in this stupid town and that may be true but he was here. When Hanna needed him he was there with comforting words or something stern to say to keep Hanna grounded. It was such a weight off his shoulders knowing he was here, knowing he could visit and they can bro it out. The thought of losing him never crossed his mind. Why should it? He told him he wouldn't leave and Hanna promised he wouldn't leave either.
Anger: How could he leave!? The anger had hit him two weeks after he realized he wasn't coming back. Hanna needed him-- he needed him and he left! It ripped his heart into so many pieces and it made him so angry! Was the town to blame? Did they take him? There were several occassions where he had stomped to city hall with his marker in hand and his sleeve rolled up, ready to embark on a rampage that would most likely tear his flesh from his bones and earn him a few weeks of droning for being so god damned defiant! He had stopped himself, of course. Brows furrowed, chest heaving as he stared at the building with such rage and... sadness. Like a lost puppy.
Bargaining: 'Maybe if I can run to his house in less than thirty minutes he'll be back!' 'If I can make fifty more cranes by midnight I'll get a call from him in the morning and we can start making them together!' All these senseless little gambles to help ease the pain, goals that will never really get him back have been in place but they... but they never worked! Why would they? He made around a hundred of those cranes since the permanent droning... and not one brought him closer. Not one stopped the dead man from calling him 'Mr. Cross' when he walked by.
Depression: Oh and god did it ever hurt. He wasn't just a best friend! He was his partner and the one person who stuck with him throughout all mishaps and failures. Oh the failures... Not one of them made him leave, instead he stayed and always stuck around for one more case, one more night... He didn't have anyplace to go and Hanna didn't have anyone so it was perfect. It was perfect. He couldn't even get the courage to walk down that street, it ached his heart something awful to see the man. Hanna grew isolated from other people he cared for, he couldn't let them see it. To them he was just... Hanna. Hanna always smiled, Hanna always had a solution. But not this time, he didn't have a solution for this.
Acceptance: But he was gone and he couldn't deny the fact anymore. He'd have to move on and just be glad that the man was home now, home- where they all should be. The fact that he was there brought some comfort to him since Mayfield seemed to be getting more and more unstable lately, he wouldn't want him in any danger. He promised the dead man he'd get him home... this wasn't his doing, but hey... results were all that mattered.
So tonight you will find a quiet Hanna, a green crane folded with the utmost care lay on his upturned palm as his free hand preventing it from flying away. He was on his way to his friend's former house, he was going to give it to the drone. He knew it wouldn't do a damned thing but he felt it was something he had to do. His shoulders are slumped and he looks incredibly tired but at least he's outside, he knew he had been avoiding everyone lately. Maybe he should stick around out here and give a few people well earned apologies.]
[ooc: Breaking hiatus for this. Hanna is still very touchy about zombie leaving so... yeah.]
Denial: At first he would tell himself that everyone got droned at sometime. He would be back in a few days, tops! Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days and days turned to most painful of weeks. One could argue that they didn't spend much time together in this stupid town and that may be true but he was here. When Hanna needed him he was there with comforting words or something stern to say to keep Hanna grounded. It was such a weight off his shoulders knowing he was here, knowing he could visit and they can bro it out. The thought of losing him never crossed his mind. Why should it? He told him he wouldn't leave and Hanna promised he wouldn't leave either.
Anger: How could he leave!? The anger had hit him two weeks after he realized he wasn't coming back. Hanna needed him-- he needed him and he left! It ripped his heart into so many pieces and it made him so angry! Was the town to blame? Did they take him? There were several occassions where he had stomped to city hall with his marker in hand and his sleeve rolled up, ready to embark on a rampage that would most likely tear his flesh from his bones and earn him a few weeks of droning for being so god damned defiant! He had stopped himself, of course. Brows furrowed, chest heaving as he stared at the building with such rage and... sadness. Like a lost puppy.
Bargaining: 'Maybe if I can run to his house in less than thirty minutes he'll be back!' 'If I can make fifty more cranes by midnight I'll get a call from him in the morning and we can start making them together!' All these senseless little gambles to help ease the pain, goals that will never really get him back have been in place but they... but they never worked! Why would they? He made around a hundred of those cranes since the permanent droning... and not one brought him closer. Not one stopped the dead man from calling him 'Mr. Cross' when he walked by.
Depression: Oh and god did it ever hurt. He wasn't just a best friend! He was his partner and the one person who stuck with him throughout all mishaps and failures. Oh the failures... Not one of them made him leave, instead he stayed and always stuck around for one more case, one more night... He didn't have anyplace to go and Hanna didn't have anyone so it was perfect. It was perfect. He couldn't even get the courage to walk down that street, it ached his heart something awful to see the man. Hanna grew isolated from other people he cared for, he couldn't let them see it. To them he was just... Hanna. Hanna always smiled, Hanna always had a solution. But not this time, he didn't have a solution for this.
Acceptance: But he was gone and he couldn't deny the fact anymore. He'd have to move on and just be glad that the man was home now, home- where they all should be. The fact that he was there brought some comfort to him since Mayfield seemed to be getting more and more unstable lately, he wouldn't want him in any danger. He promised the dead man he'd get him home... this wasn't his doing, but hey... results were all that mattered.
So tonight you will find a quiet Hanna, a green crane folded with the utmost care lay on his upturned palm as his free hand preventing it from flying away. He was on his way to his friend's former house, he was going to give it to the drone. He knew it wouldn't do a damned thing but he felt it was something he had to do. His shoulders are slumped and he looks incredibly tired but at least he's outside, he knew he had been avoiding everyone lately. Maybe he should stick around out here and give a few people well earned apologies.]
[ooc: Breaking hiatus for this. Hanna is still very touchy about zombie leaving so... yeah.]