[For one of the few times in her life, Hanna King is laying low.
Way low.
She's not quite off the grid, but she hasn't been raising any kind of hell either. The infection took a toll. She's been trying to get her shit together, slowly but surely, really not feeling like pushing it too much. The last few days were a haze of fire and visions, things that felt too real.
Mostly, she's been holed up in her apartment, trying to sleep it off, eat whatever junk she can have delivered to her door, and drinking. A lot.
Of course.
That, and some shopping. Girl's gotta get some goods.
She's wearing a tight black henley and half-shredded jeans, an unusually low key outfit, save for the massive combat boots. Her reflective aviator glasses cover her somewhat bloodshot eyes, her shirt covers her tattoos, but if you know her?
She's got a pretty unmistakable swagger. Hanna is going in and out of shops, stopping at some point to pick up some food from some hole in the wall along with a beer. She'll... probably be okay if you bother her, she's too tired to really say otherwise.]
everybody was kung-fu fighting // W6D1 - W6D7
[HQ's not really her place, but it is kind of like a second home, if you could count your best friend's house who feeds you sometimes when you show up at weird hours a second home.
Something like that.
Hanna's looking much better, at least. Here, she's not trying to really hide or lay low. She is who she is here. As always, she wears a tank top, emblazoned with a series of symbols across the chest. She walks with haughty confidence now that she's just about 90% good.
Sitting at a table, she frowns at the news of the downed agents. It's... more than she expected.]
hanna king // open // leith + rac hq
[For one of the few times in her life, Hanna King is laying low.
Way low.
She's not quite off the grid, but she hasn't been raising any kind of hell either. The infection took a toll. She's been trying to get her shit together, slowly but surely, really not feeling like pushing it too much. The last few days were a haze of fire and visions, things that felt too real.
Mostly, she's been holed up in her apartment, trying to sleep it off, eat whatever junk she can have delivered to her door, and drinking. A lot.
Of course.
That, and some shopping. Girl's gotta get some goods.
She's wearing a tight black henley and half-shredded jeans, an unusually low key outfit, save for the massive combat boots. Her reflective aviator glasses cover her somewhat bloodshot eyes, her shirt covers her tattoos, but if you know her?
She's got a pretty unmistakable swagger. Hanna is going in and out of shops, stopping at some point to pick up some food from some hole in the wall along with a beer. She'll... probably be okay if you bother her, she's too tired to really say otherwise.]
everybody was kung-fu fighting // W6D1 - W6D7
[HQ's not really her place, but it is kind of like a second home, if you could count your best friend's house who feeds you sometimes when you show up at weird hours a second home.
Something like that.
Hanna's looking much better, at least. Here, she's not trying to really hide or lay low. She is who she is here. As always, she wears a tank top, emblazoned with a series of symbols across the chest. She walks with haughty confidence now that she's just about 90% good.
Sitting at a table, she frowns at the news of the downed agents. It's... more than she expected.]
Well, we're really shit outta luck, aren't we?
wildcard
[Anything, come at me!]