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Joanna Beth Harvelle ([info]harvelle) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-18 09:57:00
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Who: Jo Harvelle, Roger, Chuck Shurley, Mary Winchester, Castiel, Ash (And open to Cissie, Sora, & Parker if they're at the church too?)
What: Epic thread of ensemble epicness
When: Let's go with Friday early eveningish
Where:  The church where Jo, Mary, Ash, and the civvies are holed up at; Chuck has been moved to the priest's apartment above.
Rating: TBD; probably PG13 at the min
Notes: It's a little bare-bones at the moment, mostly because I'm not totally sure who's going to tag in and I didn't want to take any liberties with other people's characters. :-)


Her head throbbed with a dull pain, a headache that had begun that morning and would not go away. It probably came from her trying to not think about all her friends out there that were being ridden around by demons. It was rough for her to deal with, after having been somewhat beaten by a demon in the past, and then killed by that same demon just a short time ago. Instead, she tried to keep herself busy, working on plans and thinking about supplies. Talking to Ash had helped, a little, and so had Mary, but at the moment...Jo stood in the living room of the priest's apartment above the church. She had discovered the apartment while trying to find a place to safely move the demon possessing Chuck to - which had seemed a lot easier than she had thought it would be. He was in the bedroom, the door cracked so that she could hear if he attempted to escape. Not that he could - she had him gagged and tied to an office chair, surrounded by a devil's trap and a circle of salt. There was no way he could get out of that. She hoped.

Heading over to the window, Jo sank onto a chair she'd put there and adjusted her gun as she checked the surrounding area. Things were getting bad out there - she could see overturned cars and the remnants of fires as close as a block away. This really was war, and she was caught in the middle of it. When a floorboard creaked behind her, the blond Hunter tensed, her finger twitching near the trigger of her shot gun, but then shifting away as she glanced over her shoulder to see who it was that had come in. Recognizing it as someone she trusted, she straightened from where she sat, gun lowering.

"Hey."


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