PJ Halliwell (toprotectyou) wrote in whennightfalls, @ 2011-07-16 01:57:00 |
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When Jo couldn't sleep, Jo went out for a walk. At least, she went out for a walk when she didn't have her sleeping pills. The fact that she'd become addicted to them wasn't lost on her, but it was lucky because she didn't have any at all at the moment. The blonde hunter would probably head out to refill her prescription tomorrow. Thank God for doctors on the take with the hunters in the world. She was pretty sure they couldn't get by without them. Jo knew she sure couldn't, short of doubling up on the ones that weren't over the counter. For now, she walked the town's sidewalks. Jo had been here much longer than she thought she'd be, but she didn't mind it. It was a nice town despite all the drama that seemed to go down due to the racist. Or should they be called specieists? Jo wasn't sure on that front, so she just pretty much chalked it all up to racism for the time being. There were a lot of things to think about. Too many. The fact that Rick was alive and well and in town, apparently, being high on that list. For six years she hadn't heard from him. Six. And now, all of a sudden, he'd popped back up in existence. In her existence. Sighing, the hunter ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. There were too many variables. He hadn't reacted to any of the demonic triggers, which meant he was himself. But he'd just... left her. Even with his story, Jo was still stuck on the fact that he'd left her. Maybe she'd get a nice bottle of jack and just ease into the night later. Using alcohol to sleep was better than nothing, after all. And Jo was a pro at both since being returned to Earth. |