Hank "Walking Distaster" Anderson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fuckingpassw0rd) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
entrancelogs2019-01-14 10:20 pm
fuckingpassw0rd) wrote in entrancelogs2019-01-14 10:20 pm
DETROIT: BECOME MANSION | OPEN
Who: Hank Anderson & You!!
Where: All around, pick your poison
When: 16th of January (after the event)
Rating: Uh 13+ since Hank is a potty mouth
Summary: Old manyells at cloud rates what he thinks is the afterlife and thinks it's shit
The Story:
[PROMPT 1 - ARRIVAL - FLOOR 1]
After what had happened in Detroit, Hank didn't think he could be surprised about anything the universe might throw his way. He just didn't fucking think that being whisked off into another universe was something he should put in his list of potential events that might happen to him.
Hindsight was 20/20.
"What the hell..." he could only help but mutter as he wakes up in a room that is way too clean and well set up for it to be anywhere he's known. It looks like a hotel room, simplistic in nature but it's still much better than what he had at home. He pinches one of his arms. "Shit, I'm pretty sure I'm not dead but..."
But, well, what the fuck else could this place be? Maybe he had a heart attack hugging Connor or some shit. Wouldn't that be the most fucking ironic thing that ever happened to his life? Finally, after three fucking years of self loathing, the cholesterol finally gets him when he's feeling a smidgen of happiness and where the earth, humanity and androids were heading. Was this heaven or hell? Maybe he's in purgatory. That would explain the fact he didn't see Cole around anywhere, but the fact it didn't smell like burning sulfur either. If that was how Hell operated anyway.
The lack of dog hair makes him a little uneasy as well. As much as the mutt gave him trouble, Sumo was as much Hank's family now any human. A quick check of his pockets confirmed he still had everything he had on himself when he went out to meet Connor, for what little comfort that gave him. What he wouldn't do to see that dumb goofy android face in front of him, maybe he'd be able to explain it.
"Well if I'm dead and this is the afterlife, it's a big damn fucking disappointment," he yells out to no one in particular, hoping that maybe whatever power was listening in and take some notes. They'd need to know that their service was pretty shit. Not even a welcome pamphlet or a beer. He sighs, the creeping realization that he wouldn't get any answers unless he walked out. Adjusting the coat he still had on him, Hank groaned before he slammed the door open and spoke to the nearest poor person who was close by.
"Hey yeah uh...mind tellin' me what the fuck this place is?"
[PROMPT 2 - WALKING AROUND]
The good news? He wasn't dead. The bad news? Everything fucking else, mostly. The prospect that Sumo wouldn't be here to great him was already making Hank nervous and annoyed with this world. He hated it and had barely set his feet in it for less than a day. Still, he'd be a shit detective if he didn't go around the various floors to explore his new fancy-ass prison.
"This is so fucking insane," he remarks, looking at everything. "I think I'd rather be dead at this point. Maybe hell would make a lot more sense."
[PROMPT 3 - WILDCARD]
((Hank will be exploring. If you'd like to run into him somewhere, let me know!
As a note, you can reply with action brackets if you are so inclined instead of prose))
Where: All around, pick your poison
When: 16th of January (after the event)
Rating: Uh 13+ since Hank is a potty mouth
Summary: Old man
The Story:
[PROMPT 1 - ARRIVAL - FLOOR 1]
After what had happened in Detroit, Hank didn't think he could be surprised about anything the universe might throw his way. He just didn't fucking think that being whisked off into another universe was something he should put in his list of potential events that might happen to him.
Hindsight was 20/20.
"What the hell..." he could only help but mutter as he wakes up in a room that is way too clean and well set up for it to be anywhere he's known. It looks like a hotel room, simplistic in nature but it's still much better than what he had at home. He pinches one of his arms. "Shit, I'm pretty sure I'm not dead but..."
But, well, what the fuck else could this place be? Maybe he had a heart attack hugging Connor or some shit. Wouldn't that be the most fucking ironic thing that ever happened to his life? Finally, after three fucking years of self loathing, the cholesterol finally gets him when he's feeling a smidgen of happiness and where the earth, humanity and androids were heading. Was this heaven or hell? Maybe he's in purgatory. That would explain the fact he didn't see Cole around anywhere, but the fact it didn't smell like burning sulfur either. If that was how Hell operated anyway.
The lack of dog hair makes him a little uneasy as well. As much as the mutt gave him trouble, Sumo was as much Hank's family now any human. A quick check of his pockets confirmed he still had everything he had on himself when he went out to meet Connor, for what little comfort that gave him. What he wouldn't do to see that dumb goofy android face in front of him, maybe he'd be able to explain it.
"Well if I'm dead and this is the afterlife, it's a big damn fucking disappointment," he yells out to no one in particular, hoping that maybe whatever power was listening in and take some notes. They'd need to know that their service was pretty shit. Not even a welcome pamphlet or a beer. He sighs, the creeping realization that he wouldn't get any answers unless he walked out. Adjusting the coat he still had on him, Hank groaned before he slammed the door open and spoke to the nearest poor person who was close by.
"Hey yeah uh...mind tellin' me what the fuck this place is?"
[PROMPT 2 - WALKING AROUND]
The good news? He wasn't dead. The bad news? Everything fucking else, mostly. The prospect that Sumo wouldn't be here to great him was already making Hank nervous and annoyed with this world. He hated it and had barely set his feet in it for less than a day. Still, he'd be a shit detective if he didn't go around the various floors to explore his new fancy-ass prison.
"This is so fucking insane," he remarks, looking at everything. "I think I'd rather be dead at this point. Maybe hell would make a lot more sense."
[PROMPT 3 - WILDCARD]
((Hank will be exploring. If you'd like to run into him somewhere, let me know!
As a note, you can reply with action brackets if you are so inclined instead of prose))
Walking around
"See, you say that now, but I'm pretty certain being alive is better than dead, even with the whole... creepy-ass magical bullshit we have to deal with on the daily," he gives a little wave. "So. You new? You've got that new person vibe."
no subject
"Yeah guess so...still not sure about this whole creepy-ass magical bullshit part myself. So yeah, I am new. Is it cause I'm complaining about it?"
no subject
It's insane. And people explain everything away with 'it's magic' like that's supposed to mean something- when they might as well be talking Martian.
"Eh, lots of people complain about that, but you're complaining with the real solid determination and grit of someone who's just been told they gotta handle it for the first time," he offers a smile. "I'm Louis. Welcome to Shitville."
no subject
Hank wasn't the type to care about swearing in front of teenagers.
"Not bad for a first impression," he replies with a slight grin to his face. "Hank Anderson. Shitville, huh? See, thought that's what they called Detroit when I was a kid."
Before the Android revolution changed it into something else entirely.
no subject
At least he's found a teenager who doesn't bat an eyelid at it.
"A Hank from a shitty Detroit. Doooon't suppose you know a guy called Connor?"
He could specify 'android', but to him, Connor is always just 'a guy'. No need to think of him as anything but.
no subject
He is not sure if his mind can take that at this moment, but tries to pass it off as a joke as Hank would do. He quickly brightens at the android's name.
"Yeah. Ran into him earlier, actually. We're talking about the same, right? About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, an LED circle on his right temple..." he points to where it would be, "....may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, warning you about your cholesterol intake, complaining about how much you drink, that Connor, right?"
no subject
He laughs, because, yup. Most of that checks out.
"That's him! Aside from the booze thing, because if he noticed that I'd probably get a very different lecture," he smiles. "I'm sure he's glad you're here. He talks about you. Pretty sure he missed you a lot."
no subject
Really if a teen came up to him and told him they were 700 years old, he'd believe it. Probably.
"Oh that's because he enjoys making my life miserable," he replies, not completely a fan of teenagers drinking booze (the cop in him basically, but also knowing that he's a bad example for people complaining about alcohol intake). Then he just shrugs, trying to play it off as that it wasn't such a huge deal.
"See, that's why he's defective. Anyone who misses me must be off their rocker."
no subject
They all ended up in a zombie hell, or in a weird inter-dimensional hell hole or any other number of scenarios. Wonderland didn't have a fondness for teens from relatively happy lives, it seemed.
"I think he's just like...super thorough when it comes to his job."
Which Louis doesn't mind, not really. Connor is still good people, all the same. Even if he needs a serious education in not taking everything at face value.
"Awww, and here's me thinking you were like, the Awesomeest Guy."
no subject
He then shrugs at the mention of Connor being Connor, but there is a warm smile on his face. Kid's not bad, really.
"Yeah, see? This is why I think you're not normal either."
no subject
It just had whole other ways to fuck with people beyond the usual threats of their very lives.
"Oh dude, I know for a solid fact that I'm not normal. That news is so old, it's basically prehistoric."