Jo Harvelle (jo_beth) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-03-01 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, elizabeth braddock, jo harvelle |
Elephants in the kitchen (Elizabeth)
Jo didn't remember her dream, beyond that it had been unsettling. She woke in a bed that she didn't remember, in a room that was a lot nicer than the typical seedy motel room. Worse than that, she woke alone. That wasn't entirely unusual, but there was no sign of Dean in this room. His clothes weren't on the floor. His guns weren't in the corner like usual. There were no wrappers from burgers or bags from diner food take-out. No hint of his scent hanging in the air.
Everything about this was very, very wrong. This wasn't where she'd gone to sleep. Jo fought off the panicked thought that maybe she'd missed a few months again.
None of those worries seemed to matter when she heard something crashing around below. She fumbled through the room before finding a gun. At least some of her weapons seemed to be here. Shotgun in hand, she made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs in search of the source of the noise.
She moved through a well-appointed living room and dining room before she stopped just short of the kitchen area. Her mouth fell open as she took in the sight before her eyes.
"What the?"