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Tweak says, "I am a nightmare walking"

Cissie King-Jones (everanarcher) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-08-10 09:55:00

Entry tags:

cissie king-jones/arrowette, jo harvelle

Who: Cissie and Jo
What: Confrontations about dying and information about fighting
When: today
Where: The Roadhouse
why: Becuase she's been digesting the fact that her doppleganger/familial figure died, and other things
Status: Closed (maybe open later), Incomplete

It was a risk that they took every night. Something that by just stepping out onto the rooftops they knew was a possiblity. But the idea that death actually happened in the field - while not an abstract - was still a shock when it happened. She'd only just gotten over Bart's death - the knowledge of Bart's death when he'd arrived, and now he was gone again. Add to that everything that had just happened and the fact that it had happened to Jo and instead of an explanation she'd just been told to leave the Roadhouse - which now made sense. But despite it all she needed to talk to her. And this was the reason that without asking first, she was here now. Work was over, she was debating tattoo as she walked in.

Cissie bypassed the barstools, no one in the bar seeming to care that there was an underaged person inside, and headed for the backoffice, knocking on the door and waiting. They needed to talk. She was worried about how Jo was doing... Dying was not fun and it was serious psychological business. She'd learned that from Greta.

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harvelle
2010-08-11 02:46 pm UTC (link)

Jo had been pretty much just focusing on work-both saloon work and Hunter work. Thankfully, the Roadhouse pretty much ran itself. When it came to the other work, though, she had been busy. Her room upstairs was littered with maps and newspapers as she searched for some way to find Lucifer. She had also tried doing a little bit of research on just how people were coming back from the dead, but books weren't really her strong point. She needed to talk to Bobby about that soon. And she was refusing to think about her death.

When the knock came, she glanced to the door with a frown. Hopefully everything was going okay out in the bar, but that didn't mean she wasn't needed.

"Come in," she called out, sipping from a bottle of water as she saved the invoice she'd been working on on the computer.

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everanarcher
2010-08-12 04:57 pm UTC (link)

Cissie pushed open the door, not bothering to say anything. She put the bag that was slung over her shoulder down on the floor next to the chair across the desk and sat down. By all accounts Jo looked alright. She mentally laughed when the thought came that they were still practically identical and that it hadn't changed. But still there was a worry in her head and she wanted to know what was going on.

The question was what to say first. Jo hadn't been expecting her, she hadn't told her that she would be coming by today, it was sort of a spur of the moment thing, but still she felt that she had to do it. And the words seemed to tumble out without any sort of introduction, althought she did wave hello. "So how are you doing?"

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	harvelle 2010-08-14 05:16 pm UTC (link)
	Jo watched Cissie walk in, and inwardly sighed. She should've known this conversation was coming, especially since the damn trickster had spilled what had happened. She took another sip from her water, then closed the bottle and sat back. In response to the question, the older blond shrugged, barely meeting Cissie's eyes. "I'm fine. How're you?" (Reply to this) (Parent)