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Tweak says, "ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Joanna Beth Harvelle (reoismyantidrug) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-30 14:51:00

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|[ WHO ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| The Park
|[ WHEN ]| 12/30/09; 4:30 PM
|[ WHAT ]| Target Practice
|[ OPEN ]| To anyone who wants to join in

In the days after Christmas, Jo was feeling a little cooped up. She was only a little bit of paperwork away from owning her bar and once that was done, she'd start busting out busy nights and her time would be taken up and that would work for keeping her from dwelling on things. But she'd needed a break from the paperwork and she needed a break from the room and the town, even if she was, technically, still in the town. She still had yet to see the whole place, but that wasn't on the menu this afternoon. Not with the light snow and the need to throw things. But she made use of that need. She made use of that need in a productive way, and it helped with the thinking usually.

So she'd bundled up and grabbed her knives, heading for the park. She wasn't going to do it too out in the open, more closer to the tree line, where she could practice in peace. And once she'd gotten there, she settled into place, unwrapped her pack of knives and took a breath. She could do this for hours. Just throw knives. She found it calming and Selaphiel had found it irritating. That was just a side bonus to the nights she spent throwing them. Target practice had always been a way of life for her when it came time to thinking things out and getting her head on straight. The sound of the knives when they hit their target was good therapy. So was a gym, sure, but she liked this better.

Taking her stance after she'd removed one of the knives, Jo took aim at a tree a little ways away. In seconds, she let the knife fly. The resounding thunk! set her at ease and she smiled just the littlest bit. Then she bent down, picked up another knife, gave it a twirl and aimed before she sent that one flying as well. It landed in the tree above the first knife and a little to the left. That wasn't where she'd wanted it. She'd wanted it directly above the first one. Jo knew she wasn't perfect, but she could work on it. And she planned on working on it. So she picked up the third knife and aimed, readying herself for the throw.

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dyingtohearit
2009-12-31 02:27 am UTC (link)

Since finding herself in Colligo Alison had spent a lot of her free time outside. The fact that she could hadn't really lost its appeal yet, the idea that she could wander around and not constantly have to look up for aerial units (not that she didn't give the odd glance up still) or simply be above ground in fresh air mostly unarmed (habit and her own personal comfort kept a gun on her person at all times, a knife tucked into her boot).

The thunk noise of Jo's knife hitting the tree echoed this far into the park, and it caught Alison's ear easily. She wandered toward the sound of it and happened upon the blonde girl easily. Seeing Jo mid aim she waited for the other girl to throw the third knife before she moved closer.

"You know you can poke someone's eye out like that," she said with a small grin, she seemed friendly, despite having happened upon some girl throwing knives in the middle of the park. If anything that seemed more normal to Alison than anything she'd seen in weeks.

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reoismyantidrug
2010-01-01 10:41 pm UTC (link)

The voice interrupted her when she wanted no interruptions. That had been the whole reason for coming this far into the park and into the tree line. But it seemed that it was inevitable, so she paused in picking up her fourth knife and looked at the owner of the voice. Once she found her that was.

She was pretty. Short, dark hair, pretty eyes. Hell, Jo knew she wasn't the most good looking girl on the block, but this girl easily could be. And she seeemd friendly enough. Still, it was always good to be on guard. She'd met plenty of people who were friendly enough and wound up being on the opposite side of the war.

"That's kind of the point when you have to use them. Physical harm," Jo replied with a slight smirk. "Can't use them correctly if you don't know how to aim with them, right?" And her aim was still off. The third knife had gone where she wanted it to, but that was just two out of three. She'd wanted three out of three.

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dyingtohearit
2010-01-02 12:11 am UTC (link)

The blonde was still on guard, not that Alison blamed her. Smart people always were. Hell she herself wasn't about to get all nice and comfortable around some stranger who had knives on her. Or probably ever in her life, but that was beside the point.

Alison smirked back a little at the comment. Knives were mostly useless where she came from. The machines were made of coltan for the most part, titanium, various other metals that a knife wouldn't dream of getting through. She was more a gun girl herself. Had been since she could hold one, she liked the feel of them in her hands, the recoil, the sound of it. They way she could hit metal from a hundred yards away with the right gun and scope at just the right spot and watch them crumple to the ground.

"You're thinking too much," she offered with a small shrug and moved to pull one of the knives out of the tree, "worrying about getting it where you want it to go." She held the knife to Jo, handle first. "Just feel it, your body knows what to do your mind just gets in the way."

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reoismyantidrug
2010-01-10 11:18 am UTC (link)

It was advice Jo probably would have given to someone in her own position. Then again, hindsight was 20/20 and Jo knew that there were still things she had to work on. Including her target practice. There was once a time when she were younger where she could put a knife where she wanted it to go every single time. She'd feel safer when she got back to that point.

Following the instructions she knew she should have been following in the first place, Jo took the knife and relaxed, giving it a twirl. Maybe the twirl was for show, maybe not, who really knew? All Jo knew was that she felt like giving it a twirl. Rolling her shoulders, she let the knife fly by the blade, straight above where she'd put the second one. Alright. Progress.

"Thanks. Too much to think about, I suppose. And to think I come out here to do this in order to relax. Name's Jo. Jo Harvelle." She held her hand out to the brunette, giving her a nod.

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dyingtohearit
2010-01-11 07:11 pm UTC (link)

She smiled a little as Jo threw the knife above the one still in the tree. "Nice," she commented. "Also bonus points for the twirl, never could get that one down myself," she added.

Alison shook Jo's hand and offered her a warm smile. "Alison Young." She slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket, the cold was nice but she wasn't really used to it. Not this kind of cold at least with snow and crisp air. "I think too much to think about is this place's motto," she said with a shrug. She scuffed a shoe into the snow and wrinkled her nose a bit and the next words out she really wasn't sure why she felt the need to share, maybe it'd been burning in her for so long, something she'd never actually admitted to out loud. "I mean I was dead before I ended up here, talk about shit to think about," she tried to grin a little at that, casual and all, but it fell a little short.

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reoismyantidrug
2010-01-28 10:30 am UTC (link)

"You too huh? Yeah... before I got yanked up to where in the hell I'd only been back with the living about six months," she admitted. If someone else had been dead, if seemed only fair to admit she'd been in the same boat, right? Because Lord knew she hated people keeping things from her. Especially if she could totally relate.

This was a rare occurence in which she could. "It's tough, really. Acclimating back into the living world, isn't it? Did you have all your memories when you came back?"

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dyingtohearit
2010-01-28 05:10 pm UTC (link)

She perked a brow a little at Jo's comment. Alison was pretty sure the only reason she was breathing was because of whatever this place was, but somehow the other girl had been brought back before coming back here. That was definitely a new one.

She shrugged a little. Acclimating wasn't really ever a problem for her. Life threw shit at you you were never prepared for and you either dealt with it and tried to make the best of it or you wallowed in your own self pity. And she was definitely not a wallow in her own self pity type of girl. "Honestly? It's harder getting used to a world that's not gone to hell," she admitted. She could barely remember the world before Judgment Day, suddenly being thrust into one was a little unnerving.

"Yeah, everything, took a couple minutes but they're all there," she answered. "Even if I wish a couple of them had gotten lost in the shuffle," she added on with a wry smile. There was nothing like having the memory of a damn machine with your face ending your life.

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reoismyantidrug
2010-02-02 06:37 pm UTC (link)

"Well, damn. Lucky you," she replied, raising her eyebrows. Yeah, let's blame the angels for her lack of memories. That always worked for Jo when asked about it. Hell, she'd made the decision to come back but she couldn't rember if they'd told her about the side effects.

"You said it, though. I mean, I don't know how bad it was where you came from, but my world... Lucifer was literally walking around in a new body. There were only a few of us to go up against him." She sighed, settling back against a tree. She didn't mind letting this girl in on her life. She seemed to live a lot like her. A friend like that would be invaluable to her in this place. Someone she could trust who didn't know her history. Someone she could talk to who didn't know her from the time she had apparently spent here before.

Popping her neck, she gave the brunette a once over. "So, how well do you fight without the weapons?" she questioned, thinking maybe - just maybe - she may have herself a sparring partner.

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dyingtohearit
2010-02-02 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"Taking it you don't? Like a lot or just random bits?" so sue her, she was a little curious. She figured maybe it was different, Jo had come back before coming here.

While some would probably call Jo crazy at the description Alison was inclined to believe. For one they'd all randomly been thrust into a place apparently not even earth, she was supposed to be dead, and well as she'd learned from a few people her world wasn't exactly the norm either. She shrugged a little. "Killer robots for me," she offered. A small scrunch of her nose while she tried to find a few sentences to explain it. "There was a defense program, Skynet, went self aware and decided to have a huge hate on humanity, long story short a bunch of bombs were dropped and everything went to hell." She paused for a moment as though debating something. "I was five, I don't really remember much of it, just the stuff that came after. Humans are basically hunted down where I come from, we try to fight back but we're outnumbered, we're losing more everyday."

She thought over Jo's question and grinned a little. "Derek tells me I fight like a chick, which I mean I am so I don't really get it," she answered with a bit of a laugh. "I do better with guns but I can hold my own."

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reoismyantidrug
2010-02-04 07:32 pm UTC (link)

"I had none in the beginning. I have some now. Like with time they kind of trickle in, ya know?" she questioned, raising an eye. It kind of sucked... royally.

"Killer robots. Gotta be better than Lucifer himself," she muttered. She listened as Alison told her story and nodded. Sounded like a different kind of Hell. Still Hell, just a different kind. Jo could believe in all sorts of different kind of Hells. She doubted there was just one. Didn't scripture speak of six or seven levels of it? She could only imagine. And really, she didn't want to imagine. It sucked. That was just that. It kept people from being happy. From being together. It tore people apart just as much as it brought them together.

"You any good with a sparring partner? I'm going to need one here and there. You seem to know where I'm coming from. And you know what it's like to fight."

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