Hanna Hunt!

[twentyfckinfour.livejournal.com]

Who: Hanna, Connie, & {...}
Where: Cherrygrove City
When: Dayish?
Summary: In Which Connie and A Zombie Hunt For Hanna
Rating: PG-13?
Log:

[Hanna lies on his back in the sand, basking in the sun on Cherrygrove's beach, while his Eevee frolics happily in the surf. He's somewhat less excited now, pondering this new world and wondering if he'll ever see his partner again.]

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[notconnie.livejournal.com]

"J-Just a little bit," he responded to the apathetic concern. If he could sweat, he would be; unfortunately, he had the inability to do anything past squirm uncomfortably. On the flip side, though, he was just accustomed enough to this discomfort to not dwell on it too much as he put on his proudest grimace and address the presumed next topic of discussion: Hanna.

"I guess we'll have to start looking for that pain-in-the-ass now," he relented, already craning his neck over his shoulder as if in search of the man already. "Though, knowing him, he's probably half-way across Johto by now."
Conrad slumped defeatedly, suspecting that there might be some truth to his exasperated exaggerations.

[theyarentwings.livejournal.com]

He knew Conrad could be absolutely right, so Zombie didn't respond to the comment. No need to agree with something negative like that, even if it may be true.

"We should start looking here first, before assuming," he said, glancing at the brightly colored town, to indicate that he was not going to give up so easily. Then again, he also was new to the area, and hoped Conrad could help navigate the city with him. Not that it looked entirely difficult to do so to begin with; there were few buildings, and the zombie could see a beach a little way into the distance from where he stood.

[notconnie.livejournal.com]

And Conrad knew that the dead man was probably right, too. Which was a relief, really, since he didn't really feel like trekking across a foreign land searching for a hyperactive ginger. This city had only just started to feel a little bit less like a deathtrap.

"Yeah, sure," he agreed flippantly. "There's not really much here, anyway. Just a few houses and a Pokemon Centre. And that beach...I don't really spend too much time over there."
Beaches weren't really Conrad's speed--that is, he wasn't the type to strut around, ankle-deep in sand, wearing a tiny lime-green speedo.

[twentyfckinfour.livejournal.com]

[Hanna has not fallen asleep on said beach, no no, not at all.]

...Zzz.