Hannah Walk is an unexpected sorority girl on a mission — unexpected, because every time she tells someone how she went GR??K, they say, “that’s unexpected.” There might be some validity in their surprise. She’s not a blonde and pink ball of energy.
Her mission is simple, but if she told you, she would have to kill you. Luckily for you, most of the mission is undertaken outside of Florida. The risk of exposure is low.
Like almost everyone else in Florida, Hannah isn’t from here. She continues to lament the misfortunes of her beloved Cleveland sports teams despite being told to just give up on sports and join her father in his quest to never wear socks.
When in Tampa, you can find her creeping around South Tampa in her Honda named Rupert. There’s a good chance that if you can see her through the window, she’ll be singing and dancing while listening to her super-double-top-secret driving playlist. There might also be a bunch of knives in the front seat, but don’t get scared. The knives just mean she’s working. To support her writing and Photoshop habits, she occasionally has to sling some blades.
email: walk.hannah@gmail.com
This article appears in May 27 – Jun 2, 2010.