Who: Jo Harvelle and Baby!Ash & Baby!Rae (NPC) Where: A newspaper stand When: Around 9:30am Rating: Low Status: Closed; Narrative
She didn’t do it often, but sometimes Jo liked to take the girls out for a walk, giving them – and herself – a chance to get some fresh air…and a chance to feel a little normal for once. Not that she ever actually wanted to be normal, but after seeing her daughters grown up, she wanted to make sure they had the chance for that normal, particularly Rae who, it seemed, wanted little or nothing to do with the kind of world Jo had grown up in. She left the Roadhouse pretty early after buckling the babies into their double stroller, then set out on her usual route. Occasionally, Jo would jog while pushing the girls, but today she wanted a slower pace to give herself a chance to think about all that had been happening lately.
To say she was armed was an understatement. Her jacket had an iron knife and a small water pistol of holy water in either side pocket, and a small handgun had been tucked into the back of her jeans. There was also a knife in each boot – probably overkill, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She had no doubt that she could handle whatever might come, at least on a small scale. Anything bigger, well, she’d fend it off and get the girls back home as soon as possible. Jo was determined that she wasn’t going to stay hidden away in the Roadhouse, afraid of stepping outside. That was no way to live.
After about twenty minutes, she stopped outside her regular paper stand and stepped away from the stroller for a minute to check out the magazines. She wasn’t really one to read them, but she did occasionally glance at the covers, and sometimes pick up a writing one for her husband. Spotting one that she was pretty sure he didn’t have, she grabbed it and a newspaper, then turned to pay the man who ran the stand. A confused frown crossed her lips when she realized he wasn’t there, and after a moment, she shrugged, figuring he might have stepped away to use the restroom somewhere. Dropping a few dollars on the counter for the items in her hand, Jo turned back towards the stroller to continue on her walk, and froze, the paper and magazine falling to the ground.