Who: Russell and Joanie What: Checking Up Where: 705 When: Around 1:30 in the morning the night they get back to Bellum Warnings: Extreme concern and lack of logic.
After Sam left, Joanie wanted to fall asleep immediately. Her body was sorely protesting the fact that she was still awake after she had done ridiculous amounts of magic while running as fast as her legs could carry her through a frigid winter night in Russia. However, she still had unfinished business to take care of before she could finally rest. First, she had to leave Luther a message for whenever he accessed the forum next. Then, she had to check on Russell.
She didn't care anymore that she looked like hell. She took a quick, hot shower to get the blood out of her hair and blast all the filth from her body before pulling on an oversized T-shirt and pair of sweatpants. Her face was scratched up and bruised, and the shirt revealed her arms that were dotted with forming bruises. She didn't even run a brush through her hair as she scrambled out of her apartment, shutting the door behind her and marching over to 705.
Not once did it cross her mind that it was about 1:30 in the morning after a traumatic event, which meant that Russell might have been asleep. She didn't even stop to consider how rude she was about to be. All that mattered was making sure that he hadn't been eaten by a shark or something else equally horrible.
Though her entire body was exhausted, she slammed her fist into his door, pounding heavily. "Russell!" she barked, leaning against the door for support before peeling away from it, pounding again. "Russell it's Joanie! Open up!" It wasn't a request. It wasn't a nice little visit. It was a demand, an order that he show her that he was alive.