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Chuck Shurley: that beardy dude with the laptop. (capriciousgod) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-12 15:31:00

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chuck shurley, jo harvelle

Who? Chuck and Jo
What? Imaginary DEEmonic possession, interrogation, exorcism, etc.
Where? Empty building in town
When? Sometime after [this] network stuff.
Rating? Probably nothing too traumatizing.

Waking up, Chuck wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. His head hurt - felt a little like someone had just bashed it against something hard, although that was pure speculation because he’d never actually gotten bashed with something hard enough to knock himself out, because while other kids were falling out of trees and play-fighting, he was sitting in front of a computer writing stories that sucked, but he’d written about head trauma before and it seemed like this was that, especially since his thought were kind of fuzzy.

The last thing he remembered, he was walking along behind Ruby, heading over to wherever her apartment was... and then Jo had been there, and...

...no, crap, not Jo. Her eyes had been black, even while she’d been freaking out at him about being possessed, and she’d done something, because the last thing he remembered he’d been going for the holy water and getting ready to tell Ruby to take off and then everything was black... and then he was here.

Right. He probably should have known better than to try to deal with a possessed Jo on his own. She was way more kickass than he was even when she wasn’t demonically enhanced. Great move, Chuck, turning your back on her, like that. Awesome. Now you’re... wherever this is.

Which was kind of a good question. It wasn’t very bright, but it wasn’t completely dark, and looking around didn’t really tell him much... except that he was totally tied to a chair. Tied to a chair, yeah. And tied pretty effectively - struggling did nothing, and the position he was in was quickly becoming seriously uncomfortable. Awesome. So now he was... stuck somewhere, trapped by demonic!Jo, who was probably in danger of exploding... if she wasn’t already exploded by now, oh God... The idea made him more than a little nauseated, panic building inside, overcoming the fuzziness in his brain pretty easily.

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harvelle
2010-09-13 01:17 am UTC (link)

This was too much. All of it. She didn't know if she could handle it, despite Roger's assurances that she could. He was only a civilian, a guy she'd saved near the place she and Mary had been holed up - but he'd been useful. He listened to orders and warned her when demons were getting too close. So when she had decided to go after Chuck, to exorcise him, she had taken Roger with her. She had been confused at first, because Chuck had said something about her being possessed, but she knew that was ridiculous. Roger confirmed that Chuck's eyes were black when she first spotted him - it had been almost too easy to grab him after that.

When he stirred, she turned towards him, arms crossed, glaring at him as Roger stood back from the two. When the demon's black eyes focused on her, Jo's own narrowed in anger as she picked up a box of salt.

"Tell me what the point of all this is. Now." He was tied to a chair inside a trap, so she was confident that she was safe. He couldn't hurt her from in there...and since he was tied, he couldn't hurt Chuck either.

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capriciousgod
2010-09-13 01:41 am UTC (link)

Jo stepping into his line of sight made him breathe a quick sigh of relief - which quickly soured into a different kind of panic. Her eyes were dark, inky black and nothing like they should be, there was still a demon in her, taking her over. He knew about demons, about the effects they could have on a person - the damage they could do, both physically and otherwise. Thankfully, Jo didn’t look like she had any serious bleeding wounds on her, she probably wasn’t broken too badly, so when the demon was out of her she should be okay, or at least alive.

It was pretty weird that she was coming at him with salt, though. Wasn’t that kind of risky, for a demon - even a demon that wanted to pretend it wasn’t a demon? Kind of like carrying fire around in your mouth, or something.

>"Tell me what the point of all this is. Now."

“The point of what?” His voice was embarrassingly high in pitch, almost a squeak at the end, and he fidgeted again, tugging at the ropes that held him still. He needed to get out of here, or get the demon out of Jo, before the Archangel’s coffee break or whatever was over. He really, really didn’t want to have to see Jo blown to pieces, to have to wash her blood out of his hair, off his skin. Just the thought made him want to throw up.

...Or maybe that was the head trauma. Friggin’ demons.

“Look, seriously, I don’t know anything. I mean, I know things, but. I swear, there’s nothing you’d find useful, because if it were useful I’d have posted it and it’d be public knowledge already and you wouldn’t have to tie me up and - okay, hold on, how does that make any sense?” By now he was twisting his head to look at the floor - or more importantly, at the trap he was sitting in - and he looked back at the demon in the hunter girl’s body, confused. “That’s not going to do any good. Why would, I don’t... You’ve gotta be the most ridiculous demon ever, you know that?”

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