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