Hanna Marin

Sometimes Hanna's rash decision making got her into serious trouble. This was quite possibly the worst trouble she's ever been in.

( Hanna has a lot to answer for. )

[from 4x05 "Gamma Zeta Die!" and 4x06 "Under the Gun"; warning for mentions of gun violence behind the cut; oh, and I am still massively facepalming at my girl for the reasons behind the cut *sighs at her*; more from 4x06 tomorrow]

Hanna had tried not to think about Parents Weekend too much and how disappointing it was shaping up to be. Her mom had just called to let her know she wouldn't be able to make it this weekend. Work had gotten crazy busy. She promised to make it up to her, which probably meant a shopping trip in Hanna's near future. Still, she wished her mom could be here since she was the only parent who even considered it.

Maybe it was time for Hanna to try to reach out to her dad. She knew he probably didn't want to hear from her after the disastrous non-wedding, but she had to try.

"Hi Dad," Hanna began, her voice shaking a bit as she started her message. Of course it went to voicemail. "I know I'm, like, the last person you want to hear from, but...I'm sorry...about everything. I didn't mean to..."

She paused, taking a breath before continuing. "I'd rather tell you all this in person, so...whenever you're ready, let me know. Talk to you soon."

She hoped. She was prepared for more disappointment, though.

[mostly establishy; can be open if you don't mind SP]

Life for Hanna Marin was anything but boring. Convoluted, insane, and scary sometimes? Sure. Never boring. The latest craziness in her life was no exception. She was feeling the effects of it in the form of a groggy headache. Some would call this a hangover. Hanna called it hell. She always was one to be over dramatic, though.

( Last night wasn't any different. )

[ooc: Plot from last night's episode mentioned, though tweaked a lot for game purposes.]