Don't Cross Me

Hana Cabal. Assassin. Morgue Assitant.

[sebastianschen]

:: Hearing the softest sound of footsteps, a light, delicate, tiny pitter patter of what could only be a pair of dance shoes that the littlest assassin wore in her finest hours, a smirk rested across Sebastian’s face. He always appreciated her presence, because he knew that her soft movements, sneaking around, heading towards him meant that she was ready for her latest task. Any other time, Sebastian knew her feet sounded much like an elephant, especially if she was in a good mood. Spinning around in his chair, he watched her come in. Her dark hair fell down her shoulders, and the dark glasses rested upon her face. From the moment she walked in, he found himself building with excitement, incredibly curious as to how each day with her would go. Sebastian often wondered if the little assassin’s crush grew more and more each day. He knew she liked him, more than she probably should, and all it did was impress him, intrigue him, and let him know that she would do just about anything for him. That was his favorite part about it, because he knew that he could count on her for just about everything. “My darling, sweet, Hana, I hope you’re ready for a great day,” Sebastian stated, smirking even more. 

@hanahits​

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟANY DAY THAT she spent with Sebastian was a good day. Hana couldn't help herself. Her eyes met his and she swooned, giggled, and felt like she was on cloud nine. There was something about him that just completely and utterly captivated her. She knew it was dangerous, and knew that he was most likely taking advantage of her, but she didn't care. Because if she could make him happy, all would be right in the world. When he'd texted her, asking her to meet him, she practically jumped out of bed, launching herself towards her closet. Putting on her favorite outfit, one that actually showed off all of her curves, hoping she'd impress him, she ran out the door. In her favorite shoes, she was able to get there a lot faster than most people, sneaking through the rooftops. Finally reaching his office building, she showed the guard her permanent visitor's pass, knowing it was safer to actually go up through the elevator than climb through the windows. She tried that once and nearly got in trouble. Fidgeting in the elevator, Hana couldn't keep her crush in. She needed to see him. Finally reaching his office, she opened the door, her smile reaching her ears. "Sebastian, it's good to see you." Her cheeks were completely flushed as she sat down. "With you, I'm always ready." His darling, sweet Hana. She couldn't keep it in. Oh goodness, he was complimenting her. This was a great day.

[xogiada]

closed starter for @hanahits​  location: empire casino

Giada had finally made to her office perched high above the casino floor. Even decorated by a mountain of paperwork and invoices, her workspace was a thing of beauty,  swanky and overlooking all the beautiful chaos of the cards tables below her. Most importantly, it was exactly what Giada had wanted, a place at the table, even in spite of her father’s wishes who wanted nothing more than to see his little girl go on to take the fashion world by storm not get her hands dirty like he had. But why couldn’t Giada have both?  The beauty and the gambling. 

She hadn’t been settled for more than ten minutes when there was a knock at her office door. A manicured brow arched at the sound, yet she made no real effort to answer it. Instead, Giada merely kept her irises fixed on a couple of sketches for the new bar area she was designing and called out to the sound from behind her desk, elegantly crafted with intricate white and gold veneer. “Come in.” 

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHER DAY WAS rather successful, and those days always wound up putting Hana in a good mood. But this one put her in a mood that was almost explosive in happiness. She was bouncy, excitable, and a little too hyperactive. Practically racing through the city, she knew that a good debrief was in order. There was one person that Hana wanted to run to, one person that would not only thoroughly appreciate the debrief, but calm down her excited energy. Walking into the casino, she had eyes on her, people knowing she definitely didn't belong in there. But with a few coarse looks, she made her way to the back office.

Knocking on the door, Hana swayed on her feet, waiting for her to speak. When she was given permission, the little assassin opened the door, beaming excitedly. "Hi Giada!" she practically squealed with excitement. She rushed in, shutting the door behind her and hopped into the chair, sitting cross legged in it. "You should really hear about my day!"

[rylanspratt]

“You know what I love? When they’re really cocky and stuff but then you say one thing to them and they basically start crying. It’s more delicious than any kind of like…ice cream I’ve ever come across. And you know how I feel about ice cream.” Famously it was an addiction of Rylan’s, along with all her actual addictions obviously but this one was certainly the most innocent. Not the most surprising though, thanks to her career most people assumed she would be scared of sugar, which she was 90% of the time but when it came to ice cream? All bets we’re off. It was a sure fire way to get her to eat something. “Speaking of bruising like a peach!” Rylan laughed as she was punched hard in the arm, pretending to be hurt even though the tiny woman next to her would have to do more than that to inflict actual harm to her. It did make her think of the mottled fresh bruise that had been on Nate’s arm when she’d returned the day before, a tightening in her chest, still not entirely sure she was convinced by his story of where it had come from. “Aw sweet angel, I will always come back to you, you know I can’t stay away.” Wrapping her arm around Hana so she could pull her towards her, pressing a kiss to her temple, although there was not much age between the two of them but it didn’t stop Rylan feeling like a big sister to the other. “Okay but you actually should come with me next time - I’ve tried to convince Nate to come but he’s being super resistant because he has to ‘work’ or whatever.” Air quotes around that one word as she rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Plus it’s not like the dead bodies would miss you if you were gone for a week. Who you been crushing on? Don’t think I missed that bit by you burying it in everything else.” 

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHANA PRACTICALLY CACKLED when she explained another ridiculous trait a man had. She had to agree with her. "It cracks me up! And they call us emotional and easily offended. Men, I swear." She practically snorted, knowing that for Rylan to love something as much as she loved ice cream meant that it was quite a lot. The only other thing that Hana loved that much was Cheetos, but that wasn't something that a lot of people knew. She loved them enough to actually lick the entire bag after eating them all, ripping the bag open and all. If you'd ever seen her do it, you'd probably think she was just a bit crazy. Rolling her eyes, Hana took another sip of her drink, "It's just a love punch!" Friendship was more important to Hana than she would let anyone believe. She liked having people close to her, especially ones that she could go to if she ever needed anything, whether it was a distraction or something else. Rylan was one of those people. But would Hana tell anyone that? No. Her eyes widened with excitement, wondering what it would be like to travel the world and see everything. It was always on her list to do so. "I'll absolutely come with you next time. A vacation from here would be good." The second she brought up her crush, Hana froze up. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she felt like everyone in the bar was staring at her. "What? Crush? I don't have a crush, not at all. I don't know what you think you heard." Hana bit the inside of her lip, thinking about him again, and those eyes, fuck, those magical eyes that she could get lost in.

[jvmieisms]

to say stevie liked creepy stuff was an understatement. she was obsessed with morbid, gorey, gross, macabre stuff. when she was younger, she hung out in the cemetery down the road from her house. she still did now and then, but back then it was a constant thing. death was interesting to her. had she been able to handle getting dirty, she might have gone to mortuary school, but once she learned she'd have to be doing some of the messy stuff, she opted out because she couldn't handle it. her connection to the death industry was hana, so she lived vicariously through her. when she was invited to the morgue, she felt her soul light up with happiness and excitement. as the door opened, stevie's eyes were wide with curiosity, almost childlike. "oh my god, this is so cool," she said, crossing her arms to her her hands from touching anything. "okay so, what are the rules? i have fidgety hands and poor impulse control and the worst curiosity. on a scale of 'no biggie' to 'secret service will find you and kidnap you in the middle of the night', what are the consequences of accidentally touching something i shouldn't have?"

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟTHERE WERE VERY few people that Hana knew would actually enjoy spending time in the morgue. Stevie was one of those select few. She was practically giggly, waiting for her friend to arrive! There were so many cool things that she could show her from the latest cadavers. From the moment that Stevie walked through the doors, Hana could see the light in her eyes. "You have no idea! I tried to find the coolest bodies for you today!" Laughing, Hana reached over to the table and grabbed pair of gloves, ones that reached halfway up your arm and handed them to her. "Everything I'm gonna show you, you can touch if you want. All the stuff that you can't touch, we've put away safely. The gloves will keep you from getting dirty and I've got a lab coat for you! Are you ready to touch all sorts of weird shit?" she asked, her smile beaming from ear to ear. "This is Felix, his whole body is weirdly intact, and he passed from poisoning. Rumor is that his wife did it."

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ HANA WOULD NEVER admit to you that she liked having friends, or people that were either somewhat similar to her or that she liked hanging out with on an occasional basis. But there were some people that were just a little bit special. Stevie was one of those people. She hadn't expected to like the presence of her so much. Inviting her to the morgue to tell her stories, show her all of the creepy things sounded like such a good idea, and Hana was a lot more excited than she should've been. Opening the door, she gestured, grinning brightly. "Welcome to my safe haven, and one of the coolest places in the world. The stories and things I'm about to show you!"

@stevieisms

[hanahits]

hana, do you remember your first kill? if so, tell us about it!

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ A girl never forgets her first kill. It was a glorious moment. I did have a few nerves creep up, threatening to expose me. But once I found the perfect spot and held my first weapon in my hand, it felt like an extension of me. I was so incredibly focused, trying not to mess up, at all. He was someone that The Command had been watching for a while. It was all over in nothing but a moment, and knowing that I'd managed to do it without any missteps. The joy that I felt knowing I'd succeeded was spectacular. It was so satisfying, especially to have done it in one shot.

[domiiiino]

hanahits​:

☆ﾟ*·ﾟROLLING HER EYES, Hana couldn’t help the amusement creeping across her face. “Too bad. They’ll never catch me,” she stated, her voice soft.

Hana looked up at Boone with her eyebrows raised. She knew that she looked young, and knew that a lot of the time people believed she wasn’t as powerful or dangerous. But she adored using that to her advantage. Because of her size and age, most people underestimated her and she absolutely adored it. “I’m legal enough to drink and legal enough to take someone out with more precision than half this team,” Hana explained, her voice dry, and emotionless.

It wasn’t a secret that Boone got a kick out of the little killer. In fact, the smirk that was growing on his lips now was evidence of it. There were was something funny about a young woman, one who was beautiful and inconspicuous as she, was capable of, willing to do, such violence. It was even poetic, if Boone would use such a word.  His life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, Boone’s hands hand been drenched in blood at a time or two. Or three. Four….or more. He wasn’t much younger than she was now, when he earned his first body. 

But if Boone was a soldier, she was a sorceress. You could see the violence in Boone’s eyes, the death in his hands. He couldn’t escape who he was, it was tied into his essescence. Hana, however, could hop in a shower, wash the blood off of her skin, fix up her hair, put some lip gloss on, and no one would expect a thing. She had the ability to make it all disappear.

 He snickered at her comment, a wry smile rose upon his lips. “Don’t we all know it, girly.”

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ NOTICING THE SMIRK on Boone's face, Hana felt her face go a little hot, glad that the darkness covered any inkling that she cared what he thought of her, when really, she adored any time he complimented her, either with words or actions. She adored the way people looked at her, but especially him. He knew that underneath that sunshine exterior, the cute face, and the smile that she could so easily whip out, she was vicious, a cold-blooded killer, and ruthless. It was one of her favorite traits about herself.

Laughing lightly, she smirked, getting comfortable up against the wall. "Speaking of which, it's done, the last request. No problems whatsoever, in fact, it looks like an accident." Hana was proud of herself, having somehow managed to make almost anything she wanted to look just how she wanted. But right now, she was looking for any kind of praise from him, because that crush never stopped. She couldn't help it, at all.

[hanahits]

do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I do not. But I don't believe in love. It's a fake emotion pushed into your head by the greeting card companies just trying to make money. And the thought of spending so much time with one person sounds awful. What if you actually realize you hate them? Ugh, it sounds like a terrible idea, all of it. No thank you.

[achefelt]

His body ached at the thought of having to move around so much during his nightly runs. As much as Rafe tried to take care of himself, getting older was a bitch. There was no harsh reaction to Hana’s resistance, more disinterest and irritation surfacing than any other emotion as she continued her approach. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here.” Rafe agreed, eyes searching between the busy streets of the city before darting back towards the apartment he’d been watching for almost two weeks now - light on, curtains drawn, fire escape still empty. He preferred watching people who worked like clockwork rather than the spontaneous ones.

“I don’t think ‘miss’ is the word I’d use.” Narrowed eyes soon widen a bit more, gaze finally drawing from the street to glance at his company. He could say all he wanted that this was the worst part of his night, but there would always be a subconscious need for the loneliness to stop eventually. After all, how bad could it be?

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ FOR A MOMENT, Hana watched him, just studying him, wondering if there was something else she could learn from him in that moment. All of his movements were precise, his ears and his eyes always focused on the target and everything else around him. On occasion, Hana could get distracted, but she never let it get so bad that she'd missed a target, as she knew what would happen if she did. The thought of that ripped a hole through her heart. She couldn't bear upsetting him, at all. Upsetting Boone was a terrible thought. Shaking her head, she sat in her spot, keeping her eyes on the target, ready to strike, resting her weapon between her legs.

Narrowing her eyebrows, she glared at him for a moment before she pouted, widening her eyes. She tried to look as cute and innocent as she possibly could. "What would you say it is then?" Hana asked, leaning forward, watching her target move through his apartment. From the intel she'd received, he usually opened his window every night to air out his apartment, and that's when she'd strike. But she still had an hour. "I know you enjoy this. You get a chance to impart wisdom on a younger assassin."

[hanahits]

Do you prefer movies or TV shows? Why?

I prefer anything that keeps my attention long enough. It either needs to be dark, mysterious, a little bit creepy, or something not many people would watch, or a combination of all of those. I don't much like anything that's meant to be cheerful, unless I'm feeling down. But don't tell anyone that.

[rylanspratt]

If Hana had thought she looked sketchy before then she would be disappointed to know that with Rylan’s company she was just going to look even more so. Rylan never made someone look more legit that was for sure. Leaning towards her friend as she explained what was going across the other side of the bar she snorted with laughter, crossing her arms over her chest. “His poor little male ego, I hope it isn’t too bruised. You know what they say about small guys.” She wiggled her baby finger as she shot a wink at Hana. “They bruise like peaches. It’s embarrassing for them.” Gesturing to the waitress who had now made her way over to their table to bring them two more of whatever it was the younger girl had been drinking when Rylan arrived, it tasted good enough. “Kinda cool? Careful, you don’t want to give me a big head.” She snorted, a roll of her eyes. “Just got back from Paris, it was vile. January is the worst possible time of year to be there, plus the campaign was just…ugh.” Shuddering with a wrinkled nose. “Just no. How have you been, apart from missing me.” 

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟHANA WAS ALWAYS curious as to whether or not she looked like she should be friends with her friends. It was silly to wonder it, but half the time, she looked like she was about to hurt someone, and her friends were all over here looking gorgeous. But when she actually spent time with them, none of it mattered. Because they were there to spend time with her, and make her feel special. Laughing a little too loudly at Rylan's comment, she knew it was true. "Oh goodness, it's awful! I met a guy that came in for an internship, tiny guy, ego the size of the Empire State building, but the second I clapped back at him, he looked like I'd told him the world was ending. Insanity," Hana explained. She always loved messing with guys, especially when they thought she was a bright sunshiney of a person. Playfully punching Rylan's arm, she rolled her eyes. "As long as you keep coming back to me, I'll boost your ego as much as you need." Listening to her friend, she hoped she had a wonderful time since she'd last seen her. Rylan deserved it. "It doesn't sound like fun. Maybe I'll go with you next time instead. We'll cause a bit of trouble, or maybe a lot of trouble." Shrugging her shoulders, Hana sunk into her chair. "Oh, you know, fulfilling orders, creeping on rooftops, crushing too hard on someone I shouldn't, playing with dead bodies. What else?"

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ THE SUN HAD set awhile ago, giving Hana the perfect cover to jump across rooftops. After completing her mission, she slipped through the shadows, making her way back to The Command headquarters. She wasn't intending for very many people to still be there, as it was fairly late. Sneaking in, she hoped to simply grab her bag and head out, but someone else was there, Dom. He was the regional manager, and someone that Hana was still unsure about. But that was how she felt about most people. Usually, she was rather sneaky, and could make it in and out without being seen, but today wasn't one of those days. Groaning, she ran her hand through her hair and hopped up on the nearest table. "What're you doing here so late? I thought I'd be the only one."

@cfconsequentialaffiliates

[lieslschneider]

HIS DRIVER was on one of his days off, so he was driving, the issue is that he had to change his tire. The only problem is Romeo has no idea how to change his tire. He heard somebody approaching… ❛ So, hey! I was wondering if you could give me a little hand with something. No creepo. It’s my car. No kidnapping. ❜ His tire was flat. One of the reasons he never tried or had the curiosity of doing, it’s that he hates getting his hand dirty or gets dirty. ❛ I pay you whatever for help me with that. ❜

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ HANA HUMMED SOFTLY to herself, singing along to the music playing fro her phone. She'd been on her way from work, ultimately deciding to walk back to her apartment. Hearing someone's voice, she lifted her head, pushed her headphones down, letting the rest on her neck and raised her eyebrows. "The fact that you had to say no kidnapping isn't a good thing. Makes you seem more suspicious." Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted her head, looking down at the flat tire. "But I can help you with that. I'm feeling generous today." Hana bent down, sitting on the curb, looking up at him. "You've got the equipment, right?"

[achefelt]

CLOSED for @hanahits !

Rafe savored the loneliness that fell with the sun and poured into the night. He ached for these times of peace and quiet, wind barely biting at skin while weaving through every loose thread of his outfit it could find while he was up on the roof. The city screamed beneath him, unable to bring itself to sleep with how alive everyone else kept it during these hours. It wasn’t uncommon for Rafe to spend his days off from working at the hotel on rooftops, keeping tabs on his next targets and watching their every move from afar. The drug game was a treacherous one, but it was all he’d ever known. 

Most times, he was alone. But tonight? Upon hearing a slight shuffle behind him, Rafe knew the company that’d turned up like the back of his hand. “No.” The male stated, back still towards Hana as gaze focused on the lights below. “Get your own goddamn roof for once, kid.” Rafe didn’t mean to  come off strong or so much like a recluse, but these run-ins happened more often than he’d like them to. Once in a while was fine, but this was ridiculous now, at least in his opinion.

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟA NIGHT FULL of jumping through rooftops, climbing up and down ladders that disappeared in the dark of night, Hana felt like a rockstar. She adored the moments alone by herself, hidden, watching her targets, savoring those last little moments before their lives stopped. Light laughter escaped her lips as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, knowing this next jump might be a little further than she'd expected. But Hana was never worried she wouldn't make it, in fact, she was worried for the people below, or rather the target's when she finally struck.

As she hopped to the next rooftop, she spotted someone else there, and instantly from his position, and from his scent, Hana knew it was Rafe. Their relationship was interesting, one that she wasn't sure how they'd managed to create. But she would never admit that she liked it, or that he meant anything to her, even though she looked up to him. Why would she ever admit such a thing? Or even admit that she cared about anyone in any sense? Slowly walking over towards him, slowly, creeping in the shadows, she heard his voice. Hana tried not to laugh before she bent down next to him. "No." She turned to face him, pouting slightly. "The angle from here is better, and admit it, you missed me."

[rylanspratt]

Hana and Rylan had their sketchy side in common, along with the fact they could be turned out to look entirely the opposite, maybe that was why the two of them got along. Looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you was a persona both Rylan and Hana could easily adopt as second nature, not that the model had bothered with that tonight. Dressed in ripped jeans, a hoodie (although it was designer) and a pair of killer heeled boots she pushed into the bar as if she owned the place, grinning at the other girl when they caught eyes. “Hey babe, look at you sat there like butter wouldn’t melt. What a fucking lie.” She threw herself down next to Hana, reaching over to take a swig from her glass because…well Rylan didn’t have one yet and she was thirsty. If thirsty meant ‘needed to get alcohol into her system before she went into withdrawal’ which was in her mind the same thing. “Throw a fit over fucking what?” She questioned, turning to look at the one being pointed out. 

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟLIFTING HER HEAD, Hana smiled, glad that her friend finally arrived, so she didn't look so incredibly sketchy sitting in a bar watching people like a creep. Although, she didn't really care. In fact, she usually relished in it, but today, she really just wanted to hang out with her friend. Laughing lightly, she rolled her eyes as Rylan grabbed her drink. Hana lifted her hand, requesting the waitress to walk over to their table. Leaning forward, she gestured towards the man. "He's been trying to flirt with that girl in silver, and she's turning him down, but she's not giving a reason and he hates it." Hana cackled a little too excitedly, unsure if other people really shared her excitement about other people's sorrow and frustration. "But how are you? As much as I hate admitting I care about you, you're kinda cool."

[domiiiino]

hanahits​:

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSOME DAYS, TIME disappeared, sending her into a spell of confusion late at night. This was one of those nights. After a particularly long assignment, Hana needed a break, having gone immediately to the Clubhouse, knowing it was a bit of a safe haven. As she stumbled to the back, planning on sneaking in and getting herself a drink from the bar, she saw someone’s frame standing by the door. In the dark, she couldn’t see who it was, but from the looks of it, it was someone quite a bit taller than her.

As she moved closer, she immediately recognized them, Boone, he worked with her. A soft chuckle slipped through her lips. She leaned up against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “It’s a good thing everything happened before 2 then, huh? I was just hoping for a drink. Is that a crime, Boone?”

“Fuck, it might be,” Boone retorted. 

What a cute little thing Hana was, emphasis on little. She had to be one of the youngest members of The Command, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any less deadly. She was certainly useful to the organization. Boone took another drag off the cigarette in his hand.  “Seriously, how old are you again?” he asked. Truthfully, he didn’t know her age, but Boone hoped to God the bouncer checked her ID before letting her in. 

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟROLLING HER EYES, Hana couldn't help the amusement creeping across her face. "Too bad. They'll never catch me," she stated, her voice soft.

Hana looked up at Boone with her eyebrows raised. She knew that she looked young, and knew that a lot of the time people believed she wasn't as powerful or dangerous. But she adored using that to her advantage. Because of her size and age, most people underestimated her and she absolutely adored it. "I'm legal enough to drink and legal enough to take someone out with more precision than half this team," Hana explained, her voice dry, and emotionless.

[hanahits]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟA SKETCHY DIVE bar was always a good place to find Hana. She was the epitome of sketchy. Just looking at her, you'd expect that she was sweet, kind, and incredibly playful, but that was her favorite part of her personality. Because generally most of the time, Hana was a very dark person. It was obvious to those that knew her, knew that she could very well be described as a little bit scary. But she preferred herself that way. Sitting in the corner of a dive bar, in her favorite spot, she'd ordered a drink, a dark and stormy, which happened to be her favorite, mostly because of the name. She lifted her head, she smiled softly, something reserved for those that she actually deemed worthy. "Ah, my darling Rylan. You made it. Sit, sit." She gestured to the spot next to her. "I've been people watching and I'm convinced the guy in the red is about to throw a fit."

@rylanspratt