Jo Harvelle (![]() ![]() @ 2013-10-16 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !match-up, !open, ~2013 october, ~50 points, ~~!35 points, ~~jo harvelle (truehuntress), ~~john winchester (amechanic) |
Who: Jo Harvelle & Open
What: Target Practice
Where: The Woods
When: Around sun up
Warnings | Status: Possibly Cursing | In Progress
Jo hadn't done very well when Sam had left, but at least she'd still had Dean and Castiel. Now, they were gone. The only people she had from her world were John and Mary and they barely knew her. She was broken-hearted that she had lost Sam and had tried so very hard to keep herself under control. She buried her grief deeply and then did her best to continue on in some form of functioning human being. When she realized Dean and Castiel had been sent to wherever, it had been a damn sight harder to keep herself going. She'd hid in the house she'd shared with Sam and cleaned and did maintenance work on her guns.
Yeah, she was one more person that would beat people bloody if they tried to take her guns away from her. Or shoot them. She wasn't against that in her mind right now.
When she couldn't stand the silence or the aloneness any longer, Jo loaded a couple of her guns and her usual knives, and headed out to the practice space she and Sam had set up when they'd been here a few weeks. She would take out some of her fear and anger out on the targets and if she shed tears of grief, well, at least no one would be the wiser when she returned to the house.
She got to the spot and after some minor clearing of leaves and branches from the targets, Jo stepped back and then unloaded most of her gear. She had a strategy. Shoot, throw knife. Shoot, throw knife. Shoot, throw knife. Retrieve knives, start over again.
It was something she could focus on without having any kind of emotional attachment and therefore she could get some peace from her memories and her grief,