"Seems so." He mused back, leaning forward once more before back. Doing a slow rocking motion before haulting as pushing up onto his feet, "I got everything useful from this place packed, so where do you suppose we go now?"

At the light sounds coming from behind him, Hawley glanced back toward Alan before looking back off. "Morning..." He muttered lightly, leaning in against his shotgun somewhat.

He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, it was still dark outside though faint orange rays seemed to be peeking over the horizen as he slowly opened his eyes. Yawning to himself lightly he pushed up from his sleeping spot, bringing his arms above his head as he stretched. Glancing offward at his t...

He nodded his head slowly, hopping off the counter and starting to open each cabinet. Undoing his bag and pushing everything that would work, and wasn't outdated. Once finished he took ahold of both his weapons as he slide onto the ground, holding the shotgun close to his chest as he lightly closed ...

Hawley shot him a look, yeah, it would make sense to move out of the hospital. When it became a danger zone... what was the point of leaving a decent strong-hold when there wasn't a point to it. But whatever... this place was getting boring. "Fine, we'll leave in the morning. It's getting dark ...

After cleaning away the blood, and anything else about the wound. Hawley went to wrapping it up in what bandages he had left in his medical kit, once finished he reached up to touch the wound on his head. His whole body twitching lightly in the slight pain. His two-toned eyes lifted to find himself ...

"Mine probably haven't even noticed I'm gone." Hawley said, moving the shirt off the gunshot wound in his arm. And placing it down beside him, pushing the sleeve of the long black shirt up, showing off even more old scars from failed suicide attempts as he pushed the fabric up. Getting a g...

"Didn't cut deep enough, well didn't get the chance. One of my older brothers came in and stop me before I had the chance to go any further. After that my mother put me in a mental hospital... she figured it be best for me." Hawley explained, leaning back once again. "Made me hate the...

"Ah, That sounds better than a bloody smile.." He mused, hand finding his throat as he touched the discolored skin forming the scar there. His father had wanted him to do something to fix them so they go away... His mother had decided it be better to do nothing, show him a reason that he w...

Hawley gave an annoyed sound as he leaned back in spot, "Ha. I wish she had begged, that would have made the kill all the more sweeter. But she didn't --" He said going over the memory in his head, his first murder was still clear as day to him. And that smile she gave him was what stuck t...

Hawley shrugged, personally if he had to make the comment. He found August better looking than Helena, August didn't cake on make-up like her friend did, so you saw her instead of a mask. As Adam began talking the red head found himself watching him, smirking at the older man's words. He could light...

"August was Helena's shadow, not bad really but she never did anything to stop her friends from what they did. And it doesn't help her matters she joined in them from time to time." He muttered lightly, at the mention of Naoji once again he raised a brow. "Had a nice talk with him a c...

"That's right." At the question though, a thoughtful expression passed over Hawley's face as he placed the shirt against the arm wound now. "Hm. Depends on how many of the bastards I hate are on this island. Already took care of one, August Masbeth is another I remember seeing on the ...

"I was actually going to shoot you in the face..." Hawley mused at Alan, smiling some. "Makes for a better mess, would have got the point across for anyone else wanting to stop by here."

Hawley eyed Adam lightly, a sigh leaving him as he hopped off the counter leg having finally stopped throbbing in pain. Bending down and picking up his bags on the ground before moving back onto the counter. “I haven’t bothered with really thinking at all about plans,” He admitted quietly, but reall...