Logan Tatum Saunders (littletwisted) wrote in twd_logs, @ 2011-03-27 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | jo harvelle |
|[ WHO ]| Sam Winchester, Dawn Summers, Faith Lehane, Jo Harvelle
|[ WHERE ]| The Hardware Store
|[ WHEN ]| The day after THIS.
|[ WHAT ]| A little run in with old faces and new.
|[ OPEN ]| To anyone and everyone who would be interested in being stuck in a hardware store with two hunters, a slayer and a key.
Of all the things Jo invisioned more than a year ago, laying there in a hardware store with numb legs and her guts being held in with an ACE bandage, this had never been one of them. She'd never expected to be thrown into another battle that seemed to be marginally different from the one she'd died fighting. This one, from what she'd seen when she opened her eyes and barely managed to move out of the way of a nasty looking body walking around, was a world full of zombies. She'd died and then seemingly woken up in a whole other world completely. After she'd grabbed the heaviest thing she could find and beat the hell out of it, she'd realized what it was... and then she'd wondered when exactly she'd been thrown into the newest zombie apocalypse movie she'd seen advertised before the Carthage mess. It hadn't exactly been the best option to jump to, but it had seemed the most logical. And for Jo, well, the less believable usually was the most logical. She'd hesitated making her way into the hardware store after hitting up the gun shop, but damn she needed a couple of supplies and she'd been hoping there was a radio in there. Just staring up at it had made her shutter, but there were other problems going on so the hunter had forced herself forward. Luckily she'd found what she was looking for and was happier than she was minutes before. A radio. She could use the radio. And she had used it. What she'd gotten had surprised the hell out of her. Sam Winchester's voice wound up replacing that of the girl who'd answered to begin with... Sam's voice had been both comforting and worrisome. In their world, they all lived by a certain code. What was dead should stay dead... and Jo Harvelle had been very, very dead before this whole debacle. This was probably going to end in one of three ways... and she was hoping for one way more than the other two. That had been yesterday. Today, she found out, Sam had brought the girl on the radio - Dawn - with him when he came looking for her. Not the smartest move probably, but what did she know? The rules could be vastly different here. And when she was greeted not with a surprised but joyful look, but a handful of salt in her face, she'd sputtered and blinked, then spit out salt that had gone into her mouth. Trying to diffuse the situation, she chuckled softly. "Well... I guess someone should have told me I needed seasoning, huh?" It was an extremely lame joke, but it was better than what the alternative would have been had she been possessed. And she deserved it. Hell, she'd physically held Sam's mouth open during the fight against War while Rufus poured salt down his throat. So in reality, she probably had a lot more coming to make it even. Whether Sam would cash it in or not, well, that remained to be seen. Still, it was nice to see a familiar face. Even if all he was doing was staring at her. So, clearing her throat, she turned to the girl and offered her an unsure smile. "So... I assume you're Dawn? Jo Harvelle. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand, hoping that the girl would take it despite the scene Sam had just put on for her. When she did, Jo let out a breath of relief. "So, um, I guess explanations are in order. I hope you've got one because me? I've got nothing." Literally. All she'd had were her skills, her clothes and her quick wits, which had already saved her ass a couple of times. She had been lucky to grab what she'd been able to before heading in here. A police station might be the next best bet, but she hadn't had time to really think of that one until now. And well, she sure as hell wasn't locking herself in a mall. She'd seen Dawn of the Dead, thank you. It never really worked out. |