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Tweak says, "Hello Im not winking at you"

Jo Harvelle (i_shoot) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-06-21 13:15:00

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joanna harvelle, spike, zz:status complete

Unemployment Blues [OPEN]
Jo was beginning to wonder if it was humanly possible to prevent someone from leveling a building. A gigantic hulking green thing had managed to do it to her last job.

Not that Jo was running, but to be quite honest, that one incident had convinced her to give up bar tending for the time being. Sure, she got great tips because she was good at her job, but seriously, she only needed one green thing destroying her lifestyle before she knew she had to switch gears. Now came the bigger problem: who in the world would hire her? Blond, skinny, and really not that bulky looking, even if she could wield a mean shot gun. That narrowed down her choices by a lot. She really had no patience for being a waitress, which would have been her other option. The only problem was that if she took a job in one of those places, they'd probably have a short skirt to go with it, and by God she was done with guys looking at her like that. Ellen wasn't there anymore to frighten them off.

Not a lot of her stuff had made it out of the wreckage. What little she had managed to save came from going around the back and pulling out her bag, so at the very least she had some Hunter charms and various other pieces of protect with her. But that wasn't going to get her far either. Stealing a truck, she had managed to stay out the way for a while. But the money was running out, and without a job, she wasn't getting anywhere. Hunting was thankless work.

Sitting on a park bench with her truck parked nearby, Jo wondered if this was a sign that the City wanted her out.

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	i_wannadance 2008-06-27 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	Spike smiled, pursing his lips at the end of it. She was cute. And suddenly he wondered where Buffy was, about now. "Sunshine, is it, pet?" He chuckled. Blue eyes dropped to the paper in the girl's hands and Spike raised an eyebrow. "I see we're job hunting. That's soul-crushing, that is." The smile came back. He no longer had a soul to crush. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_shoot
2008-06-28 10:08 am UTC (link)

"You prefer I call ya somethin' else? Alright. Let me see......." Jo tapped her toe on the sidewalk as she thought. "Bad dye job certainly came to mind. Beef jerky? Maybe. I don' know. You got any you like bein' called? I'll try my very hardest," Jo said dryly. "And by the look o' you, you been called plenty."

"Yeah, well, you know what they say. Once your job has been utterly destroyed, you gotta move on." No joke. Or when the building had been completely leveled by a green thing.

"Soul-crushin'? I call it a sign. Whatever I was doin', well, it was time to move on." Her hand gripped the knife and slowly drew her knife, feeling it's reassuring grip in her hands. Something told her that something was up.

"You wouldn' be willin' to help a girl, would ya?" she asked innocently. Thinking quickly, she thought of a reason why. "See, I've been meanin' to move some stuff, only I think I might need someone else to do it." It wasn't a total lie. She didn't know if she could. "Think you could help?"

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i_wannadance
2008-07-02 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Spike snorted at her jibes. "'Av been called plenty, pet," he purred. He watched her little hand move, all but able to feel this girl gearing up for a fight.

...help a girl, would ya?

He smiled a lovable smile. "Live for it," he said, already calculating the time it might take him to rip her neck open. "I'll help you."

She wasn't on the level, and Spike didn't care.

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i_shoot
2008-07-03 08:25 am UTC (link)

"Really?" Jo looked interested. "Any you particularly want to share, or just ones that you wanna keep to yourself?"

"You don't say." Jo glanced over what she had in front of her. The alarms in her head were beginning to speed up a little and get louder. Shotgun shotgun shotgun. "See that truck over there? Yeah. Door's just a little stuck. That and my stuff is heavy." She was lying right off the top of her head, and although she knew she was a bad liar, she hoped that it would be enough.

Her hand gripped the knife, her grip shifting a little. "And, ummm, sunshine?" she asked, tilting her head up at him.

"I hope you got a heart, because I really hope it don't work for much longer." Standing up as quick as she could, she threw her beloved knife straight at his heart before bolting for her truck, hoping to get her shotgun.

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i_wannadance
2008-07-04 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Sure the door was stuck. And Spike was a fluffy bunny.

The girl had thrown a knife at him before he could say anything else. And that was not funny.

Spike caught it in his left hand, by the blade, and felt the flesh slice open. He winced, and his face shifted and changed, eyes turning yellow and fangs extending. "WHO IN THE BLOODY HELL THROWS A KNIFE?!" he yelled, a low growl in his throat escaping as he whirled and started after the girl, the knife in his hand being twirled idly now.

Now he really, REALLY wanted to see what not having a soul felt like.

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i_shoot
2008-07-08 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Jo was running straight for her truck. She couldn't look behind her. She just couldn't, because if she did, she would stop and that would mean she wouldn't have her shotgun. As much as it pained her to see her beloved momento from her father in the hands of that thing, what she heard only affirmed her belief that this was something that just needed to die.

Skidding on the pavement and grabbing the door to stop, she jumped up and reached in to grab her shotgun. Pumping it to make sure there was a round in the chamber, Jo turned to face whatever it was that was coming for her, and she had to fight the urge to jump into her truck and run again.

It had fucking fangs. Great. A wannabe blond, a Brit, and a vampire? Was next, he danced with bunnies? Or was just an obsessive stalker. She didn't know what was worse.

Bringing up the shotgun so that she could fire if she needed to, she hoped he got the message that she wasn't one to mess around with. Then again, neither was he.

Yeah. She was screwed.

"You remind me of someone I once knew," she said on an afterthought. "Was blond too, only a bit more realistically blond."

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i_wannadance
2008-07-09 07:02 pm UTC (link)

Spike was laughing.

It was that low, malevolent rumble that Buffy probably hated and he knew for a fact other slayers shuddered because of. She was grabbing a shotgun.

"Pet," he said, cheerfully, slowly meandering after her, "you shoot me, all it's going to do is really make me angry. Tha's not gonna get the job done."

He stopped and listened to her, still twirling the knife, tilting his head to one side.

"Who's that, then? The one that got away?"

Spike lunged at her, completely unafraid of the gun. This was fun. This. Was. Fun.

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i_shoot
2008-07-09 10:28 pm UTC (link)

"No. But it would make me feel just a tiny bit better," she retorted dryly. "C'mon, fella. Lost my job, about to lose my head, give a girl a little somethin'." Ignoring the fact that she threw the knife, that was. She had missed anyways.

"Nah. Had a good thin' goin' there, the two of us. Perfectly civilized. 'Cept for the fact I can' remember all of it." She frowned.

"Son of a-" She fired, aiming right for his heart. She didn't have any silver rounds in this shotgun. The only weapon she had that were silver were her knife and her gun. Even then, she wasn't sure it would finish the job.

What she wouldn't give for a really sharp object.

After firing off a round, Jo tried her best to move, because really, a guy coming toward you like that just wasn't funny. "Somebody's anxious."

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i_wannadance
2008-07-12 04:10 pm UTC (link)

She shot him. In the heart. Spike winced and growled and doubled over momentarily, yelling, then straightened up and started chuckling. And humming, quietly. Shot through the heart, and you're too late....

"Always wanted a reason to sing that song," Spike said. "Ta very much, love."

She'd moved, but Spike moved, too, chest sore from the shot and rage building under his skin. He kept humming, because it was funny.

And this time when he lunged, he grabbed for the girl. And he opened his mouth to strike. Time to see what she was made of.

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i_shoot
2008-07-14 10:06 am UTC (link)

Jo looked confused. Had shooting him caused him to lose what was left of his mind? It seemed likely, unless he never had one. Apparently fake blonds were good at that.

Jo spun to grab something, anything, only to feel him clip her ankle. Down she went onto the sidewalk. And maybe unlike him, who had the whole heal-with-blood thing going on, it didn't look good.

What weapons did she have left? Anything? She still had her gun in her jacket, but even then, she doubted it would kill him. She needed to stab him with something sharp. But with her knife gone, it would take a whole lot.

Desperately, she tried to scramble away, to get anything to fight back. Other than her shotgun, that was, but he was too close to use that.

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i_wannadance
2008-07-14 02:49 pm UTC (link)

He'd knocked her down.
Spike had been in enough fights to know that the odds of her winning this one were slipping into the red by the second.

And she was scrambling backward, into the grass... what was she going to find there? Backward scrambling, keeping her eyes on him.

"Oh, c'mon, pet," Spike said, voice gentle. "It's not THAT bad, is it?"

He looked a the knife in his hand, turning it and looking at the initials on the blade. "Who's that, then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know. I'll guess."

The vampire walked slowly toward her, looking at her face and feeling the weight of the knife's old wooden handle in his hand. "Daddy, roight?"

Spike smirked. "Bet you want it back, then."

He stopped moving, standing just short of her, over her. "Come get it."

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i_shoot
2008-07-18 10:34 am UTC (link)

"Oh would you shut up?" Jo snapped, rolling her eyes, still going. Next thing, he would probably want to have tea.

If you know, why guess, moron?

Stopping dead in her tracks, Jo send him the deadliest glare she could muster. "Don' mind if I do."

Sliding down a bit more, Jo didn't hesitate to whip out her gun and to shoot him in the balls. Pliers would have worked better in her opinion, but she had to work with what she had. Scrambling to her feet, Jo went for her father's knife.

She intended to give him bloody hell and bloody death.

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i_wannadance
2008-07-19 06:37 pm UTC (link)

"Very not likely," Spike said.

Then. Well, then there was pain. A lot of pain. in the groin region. And Spike was seeing red.

"OWW OH MY BLOODY GOD YOU MUST BE KIDDING!"

Spike fell. Who wouldn't fall? He'd ended up on his knees and now was looking pathetically at the blond girl, as the knife slipped out of his hand.

Despite this, he smiled. Very slightly. He was wising up. He knew where this was going and where he'd gone wrong. And he knew he had very little chance to correct this, unless the girl was profoundly stupid and didn't understand what to do with the tiny sliver of wood she had, now.

"Your last name," he said, carefully, softly, "wouldn't be Summers, would it? 'ho're you?"

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i_shoot
2008-07-24 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Her fingers closed around the handle as her father's knife fell, and Jo knew that it was now or never. Unless she had a blond moment, which was becoming more likely by the second. Still, who could resist as she pulled back her arm before stopping.

"No, it wouldn' be," she told Spike seriously. "And while I'm sure she's the object of all your fantasies," and here Jo had to roll her eyes before readying herself again. "Never heard of her."

Without another word, she went straight for the heart.

"M' name's Jo," she told him. "Jo Harvelle."

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i_wannadance
2008-07-24 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Never heard of her.

Not the slayer then. Not even related. Not anything stronger than human.

Just a girl.

Spike felt one side of his face twitch. He was smiling. The irony wasn't lost on him. He'd taken out two slayers and tried to take Buffy's life a million times. A girl... a SMART girl... bested him.

"Good for you," he said, not sarcastic in the least.

Impressed.

The blade itself wasn't the problem. He heard Jo say her name, heard it clearly, and felt the sharpness in his chest with searing pain.

The problem was that the hilt jammed in, too.

He'd seen this happen so many times, and he'd stopped to think about what it must feel like to pull apart, to disintegrate into nothing. Dust.

He felt pain everywhere, then. Every limb, every finger, every part. Like tearing. And wind, moving him about.

And then he felt nothing.

Until it reversed. Until the whirl went the other direction, put him back together--wrong, wrong, all wrong-- and he was screaming without a sound.

Spike.

The contempt was unmistakeable. Only one being had that, for him. Angel. And it was bright here, so bright, flouresent, and... and there were... who were THESE people? Why did everything hurt?

Why was he still screaming?

He was a pile of ash and dust. At the feet of a blonde who got the better of him.

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