Joanna Beth Harvelle (renascence) wrote in taintedsprings_, @ 2010-05-11 21:59:00 |
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|[ WHO ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| Town
|[ WHEN ]| 9:00 PM; May 11
|[ WHAT ]| Heading home
|[ OPEN ]| To anyone
Jo was no stranger to the streets of Tainted Springs nowadays. Even less so to the diner she'd just left. Hell, she was on a first name basis with the waiters and waitresses now. Only person she hadn't seemed to meet yet was the actual owner of the establishment... and Jo figured there was only a matter of time before she did meet him or her. And when she did, maybe she'd let them in on just how much she liked the place. At the moment, Jo walked with her hands stuffed in her pockets, one scuffed boot kicking at the ground. The sound of the scrape across the cement was a muted version of sandpaper, she supposed. There was really nothing like the sound, and Jo should know, she did it constantly when she was alone. But it was just one more thing that had ceased to bother her in her time on Earth. The scraping across the cement, the smell of blood - so metallic you could swear that you had stuck your tongue to actual metal, a good bar fight, even the night around her. The air was warm tonight as well, wrapping around her body with the comfort of a thick quilt on a cold night. She'd always liked being warm better than she had liked being cold. But even as she walked, seemingly at ease and aloof, she was alert. Eyes and ears open and perked for any sign of attack or any strange sound. It was a habit that was difficult to break herself of, and dangerous to break herself of as well. It didn't pay to be relaxed in a place that wasn't safe, so she'd wait until she got to her apartment to do so. But between then and now, she'd enjoy the walk back. |