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Tweak says, ""Ready to go...""

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
2008-07-19 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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