Who: Jo Harvelle, Open Where: A not so busy beach When: Around sunset Rating: PG as it stands, may go higher depending on who joins Status: In Progress if someone joins, complete as a stand alone though
Los Angeles even as the sun sunk behind the horizon, the warm breeze turning cool with the coming night didn't call for a worn brown leather jacket no matter how desperately Jo wanted to run to the familiar comfort. Instead it was a brown hoodie, a zipper done up to the top and the hood resting under blonde hair, hands stuffed into the pockets. She had never imagined herself in a place like California, it was hard to dream of beaches and celebrities when stuck in Nebraska learning about the monsters under your bed. Disneyland was for the normal kids, the ones who couldn't come to her birthday party because children shouldn't be allowed in bars, even if there were living quarters attatched to it.
Brown eyes narrowed focusing on a group of kids off in the distance. High school age maybe, gathered around a bonfire on the otherwise mostly deserted beach. Hers had been a lonely high school experience, lacking the bonfire fun those particular carefree youths were partaking in. Hers had been filled with long nights watching thunderstorms roll in off the plains from the roof, endlessly books and research while the others went on dates and threw bush parties.
Not that she minded really. She always figured at least she knew the truth, at least she knew how to take care of herself. At least she wouldn't be a victim passed off as just another murder.
Jo shifted where she sat, letting her gaze focus back out over the ocean. The thing she had made this trek down to the beach to see. She had never seen the ocean before after all. And she found herself wondering what was so damn special about it. She found herself missing thunderstorms rolling in off the plains, missing counting seconds between flashes and the rumble of thunder.
She reached down for the tell tale brown paper bag at her feet that concealed one of those oversized bottles of beer that never ceased to amuse her. She easily twisted off the top, letting it fall to the bottom of the bag and took a drink. Maybe it was pathetic, sitting alone on a near deserted beach, drinking from a paper bag, but she could really care less at the moment. Ash and her had hatched a plan one particularly harsh winter, to run off to California and get drunk on the beach while everyone back in Nebraska froze their asses off. She figured she should at least live up to her end of it all.