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Southern Miss Nobody [OPEN]
Jo had no idea who she was or where she was, that somehow, that seemed ok. She wasn't sure how, or why, but it just seemed right not to know. The people at the Hospital had called her Jane Doe. She honestly liked the last name, although she had an icky feeling about the Jane part. They had showed her the stuff that had been in the car they had found her is, cracked glass at all. The truck hadn't done much to jumpstart Jo's memory, except for the feeling that she had been going somewhere important. The heavy feeling of something she needed to remember had been there, and then it had gone. Oh well.

So they had given back most of her stuff. Amidst all the IDs, fake and otherwise, they had found some kind of permit that allowed for her to have a gun, but they hadn't given that back yet. At least, not until Jo had taken it back personally. Most of her weaponry, including a knife had been buried in a place that she would struggle to remember until the day she got her memory back. If she indeed ever got it back. Part of her knew that part. The feelings that she got wouldn't go away though, such as how this place seemed familiar, or even some of the people. Of course, she could never work up the courage to go after those thoughts. She simply thought she wasn't ready yet.

So out on the streets of the City, Jo just stood there on a street corner, staring up at the sky and wondering if something had put her here completely by accident. Her hands fingered the worn jeans that had been found among a bag of clothing. That she had taken gratefully, because the plastic hospital clothes really hadn't been all the comfortable, even if they had the word 'cotton' or something in their label. Jo had just been grateful to get out of there. She had another strange feeling that she didn't like Hospitals too much.

"Don' suppose they got a map of a place like this," she said, Southern accent still the same. At least that was one clue to her identity.