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🏠︎ Hank Anderson | F5 R01
✉ dpdhank@dualislink

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🕪 "Hi. This is Hank. Not here at the moment. You can leave a message if that's what turns you on but don't expect me to call back.... Beep."

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[itwasworthit]

[ A door was cracked open in the seedy alleyway where the lower class sex workers tended to hang around. Will always found it easier to hide in open sight. The rules of the Immortals tended to keep him alive.

When Hank arrived, he stepped forward to close the door behind him. Will no longer in his flashy suits and elegantly styled hair. He looked so much younger now, like the young man he had been when true death got him. When he had been Vergil's age. The thought hurt, as he pulled his hoodie down. ]

Hello, Officer Anderson, Please come in, I think I have some coffee left.

[ In the corner propped up was a slashed painting that had been hanging in his pent house he had risked his life to steal it back... One of Jane's paintings of a greying crying Ballerina. It was so out of place in the rundown room. And yet, He had clearly tried to tape it back together.]

[sociallychallenged]

[He's a far cry from the dapper flirt he met at the party. Hank wonders if he still has any of his old partners or if Travis ruined that for him. It certainly looks like it. If he's damned to be wondering this place, scraping by.]

Yeah, Will, wasn't it? No problem.

[He remembers that painting now.]

[He goes over to it, and now it's even more tragic. That night he'd been too put out by the images to really enjoy them. But this man had. There'd been a fuckin' lot of suffering under all that karaoke and fancy fucking cheese. This place really isn't so different from the regular world in that way. Hangman's Daughter lost faith in her business and in kindess. And Will? This is his last remnant of a good life.]

[He decides to find somewhere to sit.]

Nick's been pretty messed up by it. She even quit drinking. Have you checked in with her?