Jo Harvelle (jo_hunts) wrote in payline, @ 2013-12-09 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, eliot spencer (canon), jo harvelle (canon) |
Mistletoed
Who: Jo, OTA
When: Now
Where: Unspecified hallway
Rating: Probably PG for unexpected smoochies or handshake?
Warnings: Probably not
Summary: Jo takes in the Christmas decorations and the elves.
Status: Open, Incomplete
Jo really needed to get a gun or something. When she woke up in the morning, there were elves all over the hotel. Like actual, honest to god, elves. And they were singing. She really wanted the singing to stop. Not to mention that it looked like Christmas threw up all over the place. Okay, so maybe she was a little cranky at the moment but she wasn't looking forward to her first Christmas without her mom and she really wasn't feeling all too in the holiday spirit considering that nobody had figured out where they were and the demon that had been responsible for her death was still on the loose and an actual ally to those that she had once considered friends. She knew that it was more complicated than that, but that didn't stop the feeling of loneliness being highlighted by the joyful voices raising through the hotel.
She'd made up her mind to check out one of the pawnshops in the city today in the hopes of rebuilding her armory. She doubted that she'd get anywhere near the box that she and her mom had toted around back home, but she needed something more than her dad's knife and one vial of holy water. Especially if there were going to be elves running around. Sure, they seemed harmless and friendly but that didn't mean a whole lot. They might even be faekin of some sort, which meant that everyone in this hotel was in trouble.
She was currently trying to navigate her way past the pint sized merrymakers and she ducked down yet another stretch of hall and flattened herself against the wall, hoping to just wait it out until the elves passed by. Never mind that they seemed to be everywhere and so sneaking out without getting caroled to or wished well didn't seem to be an option. All the same, she held her position in the hopes of getting past them. Unfortunately, she didn't notice the mistletoe overhead. Nor would she have thought much of it if she did notice it.