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Bela Talbot (so_damaged) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-08-12 19:59:00

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bela talbot, jo harvelle

Who: Bela Talbot and Jo Harvelle
What: Drinking and deception
Where: The Roadhouse
When: Early Evening
Rating: Low
Status: In Progress

To most, it would be a stupid idea. For someone like Bela Talbot to walk into the new version of the Roadhouse would be considered dangerous. But she needed to know some things about the world, so changed from how she'd left it. And Jo Harvelle seemed like her way in. The girl had never met her. Didn't know her at all, and if she played this right she might get some information out of it, she could play a hunter as easily as anything else, talk the talk. It was all very easy for her. It was the best thing she could do for now, and of course there was the fact that she could really desperately do with a drink. So it was to Harvelle's she went, proud of the fact she'd once again managed to land on her feet and already working on getting herself back on track to the lifestyle she had enjoyed before her death. That and revenge on the Winchesters. Time in hell had twisted things just enough for Bela to understand she never wanted to go back there. And giving hell information on the brothers and those that surrounded them was her way of staying out.

Plus revenge would be nice. They hadn't helped her. Some would say she hadn't helped them. Bela didn't care.

Stepping over the traps on the floor toward the bar, Bela looked around for bar staff hoping Harvelle was in. She should be. Bela had made sure it was one of the nights she was working. "I'll have a beer" she said, trying to play down the elegance she'd cultivated for herself, she'd even dressed pretty simply, in jeans and a particularly nice top she'd...well, stolen, if she was honest. She had to act like she was one of them. A Hunter, just another Hunter. She knew well she could talk the talk. But she could hardly walk the walk.

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harvelle
2010-08-14 04:24 pm UTC (link)

The bartender on duty was an older, bald, scarred, ex-armed forces guy that had a secret soft side that only Jo knew about. His name was Jimmy, and he knew how to make just about any kind of drink in existence. Jo had hired him after he'd come in one night and had practically demanded a job and tried to get it through intimidation. Jo hadn't even blinked at his brash exterior. Instead she had sat him down in the office, gotten him to open up, and hired him after about an hour's worth of story swapping during which Jimmy had actually broken down and cried. Twice. Since that night, he'd pretty much sworn his loyalty to the tiny blond Hunter, and while he knew that she had a lot of secrets in her own past, he didn't ask questions. When the woman sat down at the bar, his bright blue gaze studied her before he turned and picked up a glass. It was perfectly clean, of course, because Jo insisted on the place being kept in pristine shape, and a moment later it was set down in front of her filled with the golden house beer.

"Starting a tab? If not, it's three fifty." He told her gruffly.

From the door leading to the back room, Jo stepped out while on a cordless phone, finishing off an order. "Right. Four cases. Yeah, there'll be someone here Sunday for the unloading. Mmhmm. 'Kay. Thanks, Jack. Yeah, I'll tell her. Say hi to Donna for me. Later." Hitting the end button, her dark eyes scanned the bar room absently, looking over the patrons. It was quiet, but it was early yet so she wasn't worried. She shot Jimmy a quick smile as she reached into the mini-fridge under the counter and pulled out a bottled water, then let her eyes drift to the woman who sat with the fresh beer in front of her. She wasn't familiar, but random people did come into the bar sometimes.

"Welcome to the Roadhouse. Hope Jimmy here's taking good care of you."

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so_damaged
2010-08-14 05:13 pm UTC (link)

The Roadhouse. Not very creative those Harvelle's not at all in fact. Maybe this one would go the same way as the first. But hopefully not for a while. Not if she could get a few drinks out of it beforehand. But she needed to act the part. Luckily a lifetime of grifting and lying had perfected her art, the accent was New York, maybe a hint of Jersy. Definitely not English. Just in case Sam had told Jo anything about her. The barman brought her the beer and Bela handed over the required amount. Not bad for a beer she supposed, and the place was clean and well looked after. Even if the bar staff were decidedly strange. She supposed Hunter's would hire who they wanted. People who were able to deal with the life that this bar entailed. Bela dealt with it only in so far as it gave her money.

"Thanks" she said, keeping up the act. "Nice place, and its not often I come through Lawrence, this wasn't here last time, right? Have you been in town long?" It was a simple enough stratagy. She'd play the Hunter, she knew enough names to make it plausible. A few who'd died alone where no one would find them. Hunters did that a lot. Idiots. They helped a few hundred people in their lifetime and for what. The demons would always be there. Hell was too strong, evil too prevelent. The best thing to do was life life and make a shed load of money out of it. She'd understood that from a very young age.

Friendly, thats what she was going for. And luckily Jo was doing the hostess thing. It was an easy in. She sipped at the beer masking her dislike of beer in general. She didn't understand why people drank the stuff when there were clearly better alternatives.

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harvelle
2010-08-15 02:30 am UTC (link)

Jo's attention had already began to wander, when the woman - she caught the Northern accent, of course, and filed it away - spoke. She nodded at the compliment, and in response to the first question. "We opened about six or so weeks ago. I moved to town about two months ago." Those were roundabout the right dates, but she didn't need to give exact numbers. She cracked her bottle and took a sip as she leaned against the bar, her dark eyes idly looking over the brunette.

"So you just passing through?" She was looking her over curiously, of course, but she wasn't being unfriendly about it. The way the woman sipped at her beer amused her just a little - as if she didn't quite enjoy it but was drinking it anyway. "On your way from or back to the north?" She leaned against the back counter absently, taking a longer sip from the bottle, then setting it down.

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so_damaged
2010-08-25 01:20 pm UTC (link)

"Just passing through yeah" she said, it would do for now, she'd find out some information about Jo, something she could give back to the relevent people. Maybe something about Sam or Dean. Whatever it took really. deception was what she'd done best even before her time in hell. Even before whatever powers that be had decided she deserved a second chance at life. Or, maybe deserved was the wrong word. She'd sort of stolen it hadn't she. Just grasped at the chance because she knew the Winchesters well enough to do what she needed to do here. She'd get what she needed to out of the little blonde Hunter and then she'd move on. If the girl hated her by the end of it then so be it.

Now came the time to play the Hunter, Bela took another sip of her beer before pulling out a notebook and scribbling a few drawings and words in Latin and seemingly trying to make a connection between them. Luckily years of stealing artefacts from Hunters had made it easy for her to know how to pretend.

"What would actually make someone settle in a city like this?" she muttered, the demonic symbols in her notebook just visible over her hair.

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