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To die by your side, well the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Who: Jo, Lotti, Venus and Trent
Where: The Broadway bridge!
When: 11:37 and onwards
This march was a very important event in Jo's opinion. It was kind of like they were all telling the nay-sayers "we're here, we're different, get over it" which other groups had been doing for years...and not really getting to have an easier time of life, but there it was. If you asked Jo the only way people would eventually stop protesting against things people couldn't help was if you shoved the truth in their face. And this felt very much like that to her.
She was happy to be with her sister Lotti, to whom everything was awesome and fun. She cheered everyone up with her very presence, what better company could Jo have asked for?
A fun game ensued between them, in which they would smell the people around them and either identify their 'races' or not, depending on whether or not they had smelled that kind of scent before. Jo didn't know many scents, mostly other weres, elementals and psychics - only she couldn't differentiate them by specifics. It was still fun. She was pointing out a were-rabbit ahead of them when the horrible and humongous sound of something blowing up (she had seen enough movies to recognize that noise, surely) sounded behind her. Jo turned around to see what it was, and the next thing she knew she was the one flying backwards, or forward (she wasn't sure) going to drop on her back, very uncomfortably, in pain and coughing over the dust and smoke.
The air around her filled with such smoke she couldn't see much of anything, and her back really ached. "Nnnnyaaaahhhhh what the hell!" She protested, trying to look around her for her sister. "Lotti? Lotti you there? Jesus fuck I can't see a thing."
Where: The Broadway bridge!
When: 11:37 and onwards
This march was a very important event in Jo's opinion. It was kind of like they were all telling the nay-sayers "we're here, we're different, get over it" which other groups had been doing for years...and not really getting to have an easier time of life, but there it was. If you asked Jo the only way people would eventually stop protesting against things people couldn't help was if you shoved the truth in their face. And this felt very much like that to her.
She was happy to be with her sister Lotti, to whom everything was awesome and fun. She cheered everyone up with her very presence, what better company could Jo have asked for?
A fun game ensued between them, in which they would smell the people around them and either identify their 'races' or not, depending on whether or not they had smelled that kind of scent before. Jo didn't know many scents, mostly other weres, elementals and psychics - only she couldn't differentiate them by specifics. It was still fun. She was pointing out a were-rabbit ahead of them when the horrible and humongous sound of something blowing up (she had seen enough movies to recognize that noise, surely) sounded behind her. Jo turned around to see what it was, and the next thing she knew she was the one flying backwards, or forward (she wasn't sure) going to drop on her back, very uncomfortably, in pain and coughing over the dust and smoke.
The air around her filled with such smoke she couldn't see much of anything, and her back really ached. "Nnnnyaaaahhhhh what the hell!" She protested, trying to look around her for her sister. "Lotti? Lotti you there? Jesus fuck I can't see a thing."