Post by princessb on Feb 10, 2016 4:41:11 GMT
Legato BlueSummers:
"A little young to be a fed, ain'tcha?"
The older male asked me and I looked up from my phone. The officer was holding what I used to convince not only most policemen but plenty of detective's that I was member of the FBI. Although my appearance caused others to believe me too young, those doubts were soon dashed away by my gravelly voice and hard-ass demeanour. This particular officer had been fortunate enough to see me stepping out of my Mustang. He'd spotted the holster under my jacket and requested a word. I didn't need a policeman following me around this place. Or worse yet--for him to ask about me amongst any of his peers.
I needed to seal this right. So I just let him walk up to my babygirl and got out to be engaged by yet another clueless civilian. "I don't know--yes? Look--" I put on my best 'I can't believe this is happening right now,' face and let out an exasperated sigh. I looked back up to the officer and spoke in a much less civil tone. "--why don't you go ask someone?" The officer puffed his chest out and took hold of his belt. The telltale signs that he was about to exact what little power he believed to constitute as authority.
"Besides you, you mean."
"Whoever you want." I stepped away from my car and shut the door behind me, and put my hand onto his shoulder. The insanely tight grip I had on him was enough to cause pain--but it was my folliowing statement that caused him fear. "Right after I ask your wife and kids about you--but they don't know--they haven't seen you in a year. They think you ran off with some stripper. When in reality you are literally climbing up the walls of some farmhouse in Virginia somewhere, driven insane by LSD, as compliments of the united states government and MK-Ultra."
"J-..Jesus Christ.."
"Yeah." I said as I gently shoved the officer from underneath my grip. He grabbed at his shoulder as he searched his mind for whatever words could possibly conceive a response to a threat like that. "Now I assume you have work to do somewhere, officer?"
"Yep! Have a good'n!"
I watched the elder male get into his squad and pull out of the parking lot a little quicker than was necessary. I chuckled as his lights faded into the distance and made my way into the hotel. People were easy to topple in the face of the unwavering and convicted. I walked up to the front desk and rang the little silver bell--y'know, the one that could be found on every hotel desk since the beginning of time. Before long an employee came forward and I made my reservation. I paid in cash--a little extra too so I didn't have to give my name.
After that I took my bag back outside for a quick smoke. No need to stink up the room. Didn't plan on being here more than a night or two.
Jo:
She'd been in the room since she'd made the call to Dean's phone, unsure if she should leave for fear of missing his call. But after awhile, her stomach had started to growl and she hadn't been outside in three days. She figured that maybe, just maybe, it would be okay to take a run up to the diner up the road. At least she could stretch her legs and get some fresh air. So she'd grabbed some of the money from the bag and the key to the room before slipping out. She was just thankful that there had been a jacket in the bag as well. It wasn't the warmest thing but it was enough. Besides, the coldness felt rather good, a reminder that she was alive again. It was wonderful.
The walk to the diner hadn't taken all that long, since she'd walked with a quick pace. The sooner she got there, the sooner she could get back. She didn't want to miss any calls. She hadn't heard the voice that had been speaking to her since before her call to Dean but there were others. She realized now that there had been others the entire time, she just hadn't noticed them. It was weird hearing other voices inside her head. It was something she certainly wasn't going to tell anyone. Not right away anyway. Hearing voices in your head was not something that normal people did. It tended to get you thrown into the loony bin and she knew that was the last place she needed to be.
Once to the diner, she slipped inside and over to the counter. She picked up a menu and looked it over. She shivered a bit, making a mental note to try to find a place to by a coat, at least one warmer then what she had now. After a few minutes, she ordered a burger and fries to go. She looked around the place while she waited and once the food was ready, she paid for it. She then headed out and walked back for the diner. She held the bag of food in one hand, using the other to keep the jacket pulled around her as tightly as she could. She really wished she had a better coat now. She was going to wrap herself up in the blanket from the bed once she got back. She didn't even care if her food got cold. She wanted to warm herself up.
Once the motel came back into view, she sighed. Hopefully she hadn't missed Dean's call. She was sure he was likely warring with himself on whether the voice was real but she hoped he believed it. She made her way back for her room, catching sight of someone coming outside. Another patron. She wondered how busy this place really was. She hadn't actually heard anyone in the rooms around her. At least, not that she'd noticed. But then, maybe that had been because she was too busy trying to catch up on everything she'd missed. She gave a nod to the gentleman "Evening."
Legato BlueSummers:
I have no memory of the day I spent in my Grave.
I remember the night before. I remember the front tires suddenly exploding. Brian's F150 swerving off the road and rolling across the dirt. I remember being in a daze while he shouted to grab the guns. I remember feeling powerful hands wrench me free of the wreckage--cutting my flesh on the broken glass and twisted metal. I remember being thrown down onto the ground and held there by something that snarled more than it spoke. I remember watching Brian tell me to be strong as they poured gasoline across his body. I knew what he'd meant. He didn't want me giving up the kids. I would never. I never did.
I remember his screams as they set him on fire. I remember them whooping and hollering; pretending it was a bonfire and making merry in a circle around him. I remember them coming to tower over me and making the decision that if Brian didn't know any better--then a kid like me surely wouldn't. They tried to change me. I broke an arm of one of them before they threw me back down on the ground. 'Suit yourself,' were the last two words I heard before that telltale click that was the hammer on his revolver. All became darkness. It's something I can't ever forget.
But being dead...I couldn't remember even a wink of that. One second I was being shot in the side of the head. The next I was waking up in a black void--the taste of hard dirt grinding in my teeth causing me to panic. I clawed my way out of the bottom. Pulled myself back up into the world...and found Charlotte lying only a few yards away. I knew what she'd done. If I didn't then and there--then I certainly found out when I read the note in the Mustang she'd left on the side of the road. She'd made sure to at least leave me a message. I don't like to talk about what I did in those next few hours. I don't even like to think about it. But--if I feel for just a second--damn...I miss the hell outta you.
'Evening.'
I returned from my daydreaming when the voice came to me. The succulent aroma of the cannabis I was smoking in the parking lot was enough to draw anyone's attention; it was pretty good stuff. Aurora Indica actually...grown by BJ Swagger himself. The young woman who'd spoken to me seemed...curious. I don't know why. But I had enough on my plate without engaging someone unnecessarily. So I responded as I always do--in the fashion of any good smartass.
"Well it ain't mornin'."
I said sarcastically and kept on smoking.
Jo:
Unlike him, I did remember things from my time I'd been dead. Not fully, not yet anyway, but I remember some. Mostly it seemed like flashes, pictures in my mind. They came to me in my sleep. The first night I'd been at the motel, I hadn't actually slept. I'd stayed up the entire night, almost afraid that if I did sleep that this would all be some dream. I'd watched the sun rise the following morning, just staring out the window of my room. It was amazing the things you missed when you were dead. You never really thought you missed them but you did. Like sunrises. I'd always taken those for granted when I was alive before but now, now they seemed important. That first one was important to me.
The second night I was there, I had slept. I'd finally crashed somewhere around six in the evening. I'd been watching the news while laying on the bed. I'd been leaning on my side, using my hand to hold up my head. The next thing I'd known, I was asleep. That was when the flashes had started. Images of my time in heaven. Working in the roadhouse, my parents being there. That was the one thing about heaven, it was your own personal heaven. So I'd had both my parents there. My father had died when I was little and it was like no time had passed in heaven. He treated me like the grown woman I was but it was like he'd been there the entire time.
I could smell what he was smoking but it didn't bother me. Who was I to say anything about it. I seemed curious because I was. At least, a little. He was the first person, other then the motel clerk and the people I'd dealt with to get my food, that I'd run into. I wasn't wanting to intrude on his time or anything. I was pretty sure he had his own concerns being in a crappy motel like this. At his response, I couldn't help but smirk.
"Smartass. Nice comeback. Didn't mean to bother ya."
I shifted, pulling my jacket tighter before moving to head to my room.
Legato BlueSummers:
If I genuinely smiled like most people did--then she would have certainly gotten one outta me just now. But I did let myself exhibit a tiny smirk at her calling me a Smartass. I turned my attention back on her and watched her as she turned on her jacket before turning around to head for her room. I leaned forward and looked a little lower at her person while she had her back turned. Hey--don't judge me. I may not bark but I still like to stretch out my leash. Standing back up to full height I took another long drag of my smoke before exhaling a cloud of gray up into the night sky.
"Hey...Huntin' girl."
If she turned around with a bewildered expression and asked me what the hell I was talking about...then I would be mistaken. But I usually have very good judgment when it came to matters like this one. If she turned around with a confused but confident look about her then she was more than just a pretty face. I'd known a young woman Hunter for several years of my life. She'd been my best friend and more for a long time. She'd betrayed me in the end but...one act of sin didn't make the good memories any less valuable. Another drag and I spoke again--granted she responded as I assumed she would.
"Got a minute?"
I reached down and grabbed my bag. Standing up again I began making my way down the lot beside the motel doors. When I got closer I unzipped my bag--just an inch or two to see inside--and revealed a horde of weapons and broken firearms. I zipped it back up and spoke lightly. "Could use a hand touchin' up on these. Make a day's work into half a night's work if I had help. I got cash--and beer." I offered if she wasn't a fan of cannabis like myself. I hefted the bag back up onto my shoulder and waited for her answer. I could always do it myself--I didn't actually need any help. But sue me if I wanted a little company every couple of months. I'm afraid if I spend too much time alone I'll go from Hunter to psycho-Crusader.
"--jokes. I also got plenty'a jokes."
Jo:
Hey, I was calling it like I saw it. His response had been a smartass one. And I wasn't afraid to voice it. I would call people out on their bullshit if I needed to, just as I would call them as I saw them. I was making my way back to my room, not completely unaware that he was more then likely checking me out. It wasn't the first time I'd been checked out. Pretty sure it wasn't gonna be the last. That was when he spoke.
I stopped, a smirk touching my lips. So he knew a hunter when he saw one. I paused and then turned around, the look on my face one of confusion but confidence. It wasn't every day someone just called you out on being a hunter. Especially after you'd been dead for six and a half years. I'd given my life before and I was willing to do it again if I had to.
"Sure."
I did have a minute, though I also wanted to get back to my room. I watched as he walked over and opened the bag just a bit as he got closer. I took a peek inside, noting on the weapons. Oh, that was something I was going to have to get myself some of, weapons. I needed weapons if I was gonna survive out here. "Sure, I can give you a hand. Beer sounds good." I held up the bag I had. "I've got a burger and fries I can split with you if you want." I wasn't about to eat in front of him and not at least offer him half of it. That would be rude. I couldn't help but smirk again.
"And I'm sure you've got a few more smartass remarks too."
Legato BlueSummers:
"I'll take some fries. Burger's all yours. All that fat goes straight to my thighs."
What? I wasn't a complete stoic. I had my own perverse and aggressive sense of humor which often came at the expense of others. More than all of those things I had an unusually-masterful handle on social interaction. I could make most people feel and do what I wanted them to just by pushing the right buttons. But with other Hunters I didn't have to worry about that. Sure I may never look to one for advice on a Hunt--Ever...Again--but I at least acknowledged my would-be brothers and sisters in arms. They still put their lives on the line for the better of us all. So I had to at least pretend I wasn't constantly trying to set the world on fire.
I let her lead the way to her room. She opened the door and I followed her in. Your usual motel room. Two twins, a coffee table and some chairs. A kitchen/dining area and a small bathroom. One large window looking out onto the parking lot and a cheap television with free programming. I wandered over to the coffee table and set my bag down atop it. I turned over to the young woman for a moment before speaking. "Just a sec...don't miss me now." I wandered out of the door and back to my Mustang. The black-gray Mustang Boss '420 was my pride and joy.
From the back I removed the paper bags I'd picked up on my way to the motel. Just a little restock. I carried them both--one in each arm--before knocking on her door again with the toe of my boot. Once it opened up I offered another empty smirk before walking inside and setting the bags down. I removed two twelve packs of bottled Heineken and a single bottle of Johnny Walker Blue--the only alcohol I'd put in my mouth besides Heineken. I removed a pair of glasses and some ice from the kitchen. I sat down on the other side of the table and decided to enjoy a drink before getting down to work.
I uncapped the Walker blue and poured myself a glass. I then offered one to the young woman by shaking the bottle in the air between us--in that universal gesture of 'yes? No?' Afterwards I took a swig off my glass and sighed in content. It's been too long since I got to just...sit down. I looked back over to the woman and raised two fingers to my forehead in a lazy salute.
"Legato BlueSummers...pleasure." I took another drink and set the empty glass down onto the table. I poured a second drink and set it aside for now. I removed my KSG1 pump-action shotgun from the duffel and frowned at the huge dent in the sights. Got it protecting from the swing of a hatchet from a crazed leech. I removed a pair of weapon-repair kits each rolled up in a long black mat. Clearly I was more resourceseful than most Hunters in the world. But then...I had advantages that most Hunter's didn't. I removed the appropriate tool and began tinkering with the unloaded weapon. None of the weapons in the bag had a single round in them--I triple checked.
"So...what's a lil' thing like you doin' out here? Chasin' somethin'?"
Jo:
I couldn't help but smirk at his comment. He had jokes, that was for sure. I nodded.
"Alright. You can have some of the fries."
I'd gotten a double order of fries anyway. Just because I'd wanted a good bit of food tonight. I don't know if it was some side effect from being brought back but I was just so damn hungry. I was hoping that would fade soon. She respected her would-be brothers and sisters in arms. Kind of needed to if you were to trust any of them. After all, trust was something that was needed if you were going to trust your life to another person. I'd trusted Dean and Sam with my life. And while I'd died helping them, I didn't blame them. It wasn't their fault I'd gotten hurt by the hellhound. And I'd gladly stayed behind so they could get out, to stop Lucifer.
I led the way to my room and pulled the key out, getting the door open. I moved over to the coffee table with hima nd sat the bag I had down before slipping the jacket off and tossing it on the bed. I look to him as he speaks and then node. I watch as he leaves and soon enough, there was a knock. I loved over and opened the door, letting him back inside before closing the door behind him again. Then I moved back to the table and took a seat across from him.
At the offer of the Johnny Walker Blue, I shake my head and instead reach and take one of the Heineken's. I open it and take a long drink from it, letting out a contented sigh. Nothing like a good beer. I shift and pull the food from my bag, sitting the burger in front of me and plcing the fries in the middle so he can help himself.
"Jo Harvelle." There was no need to lie to him. I doubted he knew that name anyway. I look to the shotgun he pulls from the duffel and spot the dent int he sights. "Looks like you've seen some action. Or, at least, your gun has." I spot the weapon-repair kits he pulled out and look over them. Most hunters didn't have those. Of course, most hunters make do with what they can get and find ways to repair their weapons if they needed.
"No, not chasing anything. At least, not right now. I'm actually trying to find some friends of mine."
"A little young to be a fed, ain'tcha?"
The older male asked me and I looked up from my phone. The officer was holding what I used to convince not only most policemen but plenty of detective's that I was member of the FBI. Although my appearance caused others to believe me too young, those doubts were soon dashed away by my gravelly voice and hard-ass demeanour. This particular officer had been fortunate enough to see me stepping out of my Mustang. He'd spotted the holster under my jacket and requested a word. I didn't need a policeman following me around this place. Or worse yet--for him to ask about me amongst any of his peers.
I needed to seal this right. So I just let him walk up to my babygirl and got out to be engaged by yet another clueless civilian. "I don't know--yes? Look--" I put on my best 'I can't believe this is happening right now,' face and let out an exasperated sigh. I looked back up to the officer and spoke in a much less civil tone. "--why don't you go ask someone?" The officer puffed his chest out and took hold of his belt. The telltale signs that he was about to exact what little power he believed to constitute as authority.
"Besides you, you mean."
"Whoever you want." I stepped away from my car and shut the door behind me, and put my hand onto his shoulder. The insanely tight grip I had on him was enough to cause pain--but it was my folliowing statement that caused him fear. "Right after I ask your wife and kids about you--but they don't know--they haven't seen you in a year. They think you ran off with some stripper. When in reality you are literally climbing up the walls of some farmhouse in Virginia somewhere, driven insane by LSD, as compliments of the united states government and MK-Ultra."
"J-..Jesus Christ.."
"Yeah." I said as I gently shoved the officer from underneath my grip. He grabbed at his shoulder as he searched his mind for whatever words could possibly conceive a response to a threat like that. "Now I assume you have work to do somewhere, officer?"
"Yep! Have a good'n!"
I watched the elder male get into his squad and pull out of the parking lot a little quicker than was necessary. I chuckled as his lights faded into the distance and made my way into the hotel. People were easy to topple in the face of the unwavering and convicted. I walked up to the front desk and rang the little silver bell--y'know, the one that could be found on every hotel desk since the beginning of time. Before long an employee came forward and I made my reservation. I paid in cash--a little extra too so I didn't have to give my name.
After that I took my bag back outside for a quick smoke. No need to stink up the room. Didn't plan on being here more than a night or two.
Jo:
She'd been in the room since she'd made the call to Dean's phone, unsure if she should leave for fear of missing his call. But after awhile, her stomach had started to growl and she hadn't been outside in three days. She figured that maybe, just maybe, it would be okay to take a run up to the diner up the road. At least she could stretch her legs and get some fresh air. So she'd grabbed some of the money from the bag and the key to the room before slipping out. She was just thankful that there had been a jacket in the bag as well. It wasn't the warmest thing but it was enough. Besides, the coldness felt rather good, a reminder that she was alive again. It was wonderful.
The walk to the diner hadn't taken all that long, since she'd walked with a quick pace. The sooner she got there, the sooner she could get back. She didn't want to miss any calls. She hadn't heard the voice that had been speaking to her since before her call to Dean but there were others. She realized now that there had been others the entire time, she just hadn't noticed them. It was weird hearing other voices inside her head. It was something she certainly wasn't going to tell anyone. Not right away anyway. Hearing voices in your head was not something that normal people did. It tended to get you thrown into the loony bin and she knew that was the last place she needed to be.
Once to the diner, she slipped inside and over to the counter. She picked up a menu and looked it over. She shivered a bit, making a mental note to try to find a place to by a coat, at least one warmer then what she had now. After a few minutes, she ordered a burger and fries to go. She looked around the place while she waited and once the food was ready, she paid for it. She then headed out and walked back for the diner. She held the bag of food in one hand, using the other to keep the jacket pulled around her as tightly as she could. She really wished she had a better coat now. She was going to wrap herself up in the blanket from the bed once she got back. She didn't even care if her food got cold. She wanted to warm herself up.
Once the motel came back into view, she sighed. Hopefully she hadn't missed Dean's call. She was sure he was likely warring with himself on whether the voice was real but she hoped he believed it. She made her way back for her room, catching sight of someone coming outside. Another patron. She wondered how busy this place really was. She hadn't actually heard anyone in the rooms around her. At least, not that she'd noticed. But then, maybe that had been because she was too busy trying to catch up on everything she'd missed. She gave a nod to the gentleman "Evening."
Legato BlueSummers:
I have no memory of the day I spent in my Grave.
I remember the night before. I remember the front tires suddenly exploding. Brian's F150 swerving off the road and rolling across the dirt. I remember being in a daze while he shouted to grab the guns. I remember feeling powerful hands wrench me free of the wreckage--cutting my flesh on the broken glass and twisted metal. I remember being thrown down onto the ground and held there by something that snarled more than it spoke. I remember watching Brian tell me to be strong as they poured gasoline across his body. I knew what he'd meant. He didn't want me giving up the kids. I would never. I never did.
I remember his screams as they set him on fire. I remember them whooping and hollering; pretending it was a bonfire and making merry in a circle around him. I remember them coming to tower over me and making the decision that if Brian didn't know any better--then a kid like me surely wouldn't. They tried to change me. I broke an arm of one of them before they threw me back down on the ground. 'Suit yourself,' were the last two words I heard before that telltale click that was the hammer on his revolver. All became darkness. It's something I can't ever forget.
But being dead...I couldn't remember even a wink of that. One second I was being shot in the side of the head. The next I was waking up in a black void--the taste of hard dirt grinding in my teeth causing me to panic. I clawed my way out of the bottom. Pulled myself back up into the world...and found Charlotte lying only a few yards away. I knew what she'd done. If I didn't then and there--then I certainly found out when I read the note in the Mustang she'd left on the side of the road. She'd made sure to at least leave me a message. I don't like to talk about what I did in those next few hours. I don't even like to think about it. But--if I feel for just a second--damn...I miss the hell outta you.
'Evening.'
I returned from my daydreaming when the voice came to me. The succulent aroma of the cannabis I was smoking in the parking lot was enough to draw anyone's attention; it was pretty good stuff. Aurora Indica actually...grown by BJ Swagger himself. The young woman who'd spoken to me seemed...curious. I don't know why. But I had enough on my plate without engaging someone unnecessarily. So I responded as I always do--in the fashion of any good smartass.
"Well it ain't mornin'."
I said sarcastically and kept on smoking.
Jo:
Unlike him, I did remember things from my time I'd been dead. Not fully, not yet anyway, but I remember some. Mostly it seemed like flashes, pictures in my mind. They came to me in my sleep. The first night I'd been at the motel, I hadn't actually slept. I'd stayed up the entire night, almost afraid that if I did sleep that this would all be some dream. I'd watched the sun rise the following morning, just staring out the window of my room. It was amazing the things you missed when you were dead. You never really thought you missed them but you did. Like sunrises. I'd always taken those for granted when I was alive before but now, now they seemed important. That first one was important to me.
The second night I was there, I had slept. I'd finally crashed somewhere around six in the evening. I'd been watching the news while laying on the bed. I'd been leaning on my side, using my hand to hold up my head. The next thing I'd known, I was asleep. That was when the flashes had started. Images of my time in heaven. Working in the roadhouse, my parents being there. That was the one thing about heaven, it was your own personal heaven. So I'd had both my parents there. My father had died when I was little and it was like no time had passed in heaven. He treated me like the grown woman I was but it was like he'd been there the entire time.
I could smell what he was smoking but it didn't bother me. Who was I to say anything about it. I seemed curious because I was. At least, a little. He was the first person, other then the motel clerk and the people I'd dealt with to get my food, that I'd run into. I wasn't wanting to intrude on his time or anything. I was pretty sure he had his own concerns being in a crappy motel like this. At his response, I couldn't help but smirk.
"Smartass. Nice comeback. Didn't mean to bother ya."
I shifted, pulling my jacket tighter before moving to head to my room.
Legato BlueSummers:
If I genuinely smiled like most people did--then she would have certainly gotten one outta me just now. But I did let myself exhibit a tiny smirk at her calling me a Smartass. I turned my attention back on her and watched her as she turned on her jacket before turning around to head for her room. I leaned forward and looked a little lower at her person while she had her back turned. Hey--don't judge me. I may not bark but I still like to stretch out my leash. Standing back up to full height I took another long drag of my smoke before exhaling a cloud of gray up into the night sky.
"Hey...Huntin' girl."
If she turned around with a bewildered expression and asked me what the hell I was talking about...then I would be mistaken. But I usually have very good judgment when it came to matters like this one. If she turned around with a confused but confident look about her then she was more than just a pretty face. I'd known a young woman Hunter for several years of my life. She'd been my best friend and more for a long time. She'd betrayed me in the end but...one act of sin didn't make the good memories any less valuable. Another drag and I spoke again--granted she responded as I assumed she would.
"Got a minute?"
I reached down and grabbed my bag. Standing up again I began making my way down the lot beside the motel doors. When I got closer I unzipped my bag--just an inch or two to see inside--and revealed a horde of weapons and broken firearms. I zipped it back up and spoke lightly. "Could use a hand touchin' up on these. Make a day's work into half a night's work if I had help. I got cash--and beer." I offered if she wasn't a fan of cannabis like myself. I hefted the bag back up onto my shoulder and waited for her answer. I could always do it myself--I didn't actually need any help. But sue me if I wanted a little company every couple of months. I'm afraid if I spend too much time alone I'll go from Hunter to psycho-Crusader.
"--jokes. I also got plenty'a jokes."
Jo:
Hey, I was calling it like I saw it. His response had been a smartass one. And I wasn't afraid to voice it. I would call people out on their bullshit if I needed to, just as I would call them as I saw them. I was making my way back to my room, not completely unaware that he was more then likely checking me out. It wasn't the first time I'd been checked out. Pretty sure it wasn't gonna be the last. That was when he spoke.
I stopped, a smirk touching my lips. So he knew a hunter when he saw one. I paused and then turned around, the look on my face one of confusion but confidence. It wasn't every day someone just called you out on being a hunter. Especially after you'd been dead for six and a half years. I'd given my life before and I was willing to do it again if I had to.
"Sure."
I did have a minute, though I also wanted to get back to my room. I watched as he walked over and opened the bag just a bit as he got closer. I took a peek inside, noting on the weapons. Oh, that was something I was going to have to get myself some of, weapons. I needed weapons if I was gonna survive out here. "Sure, I can give you a hand. Beer sounds good." I held up the bag I had. "I've got a burger and fries I can split with you if you want." I wasn't about to eat in front of him and not at least offer him half of it. That would be rude. I couldn't help but smirk again.
"And I'm sure you've got a few more smartass remarks too."
Legato BlueSummers:
"I'll take some fries. Burger's all yours. All that fat goes straight to my thighs."
What? I wasn't a complete stoic. I had my own perverse and aggressive sense of humor which often came at the expense of others. More than all of those things I had an unusually-masterful handle on social interaction. I could make most people feel and do what I wanted them to just by pushing the right buttons. But with other Hunters I didn't have to worry about that. Sure I may never look to one for advice on a Hunt--Ever...Again--but I at least acknowledged my would-be brothers and sisters in arms. They still put their lives on the line for the better of us all. So I had to at least pretend I wasn't constantly trying to set the world on fire.
I let her lead the way to her room. She opened the door and I followed her in. Your usual motel room. Two twins, a coffee table and some chairs. A kitchen/dining area and a small bathroom. One large window looking out onto the parking lot and a cheap television with free programming. I wandered over to the coffee table and set my bag down atop it. I turned over to the young woman for a moment before speaking. "Just a sec...don't miss me now." I wandered out of the door and back to my Mustang. The black-gray Mustang Boss '420 was my pride and joy.
From the back I removed the paper bags I'd picked up on my way to the motel. Just a little restock. I carried them both--one in each arm--before knocking on her door again with the toe of my boot. Once it opened up I offered another empty smirk before walking inside and setting the bags down. I removed two twelve packs of bottled Heineken and a single bottle of Johnny Walker Blue--the only alcohol I'd put in my mouth besides Heineken. I removed a pair of glasses and some ice from the kitchen. I sat down on the other side of the table and decided to enjoy a drink before getting down to work.
I uncapped the Walker blue and poured myself a glass. I then offered one to the young woman by shaking the bottle in the air between us--in that universal gesture of 'yes? No?' Afterwards I took a swig off my glass and sighed in content. It's been too long since I got to just...sit down. I looked back over to the woman and raised two fingers to my forehead in a lazy salute.
"Legato BlueSummers...pleasure." I took another drink and set the empty glass down onto the table. I poured a second drink and set it aside for now. I removed my KSG1 pump-action shotgun from the duffel and frowned at the huge dent in the sights. Got it protecting from the swing of a hatchet from a crazed leech. I removed a pair of weapon-repair kits each rolled up in a long black mat. Clearly I was more resourceseful than most Hunters in the world. But then...I had advantages that most Hunter's didn't. I removed the appropriate tool and began tinkering with the unloaded weapon. None of the weapons in the bag had a single round in them--I triple checked.
"So...what's a lil' thing like you doin' out here? Chasin' somethin'?"
Jo:
I couldn't help but smirk at his comment. He had jokes, that was for sure. I nodded.
"Alright. You can have some of the fries."
I'd gotten a double order of fries anyway. Just because I'd wanted a good bit of food tonight. I don't know if it was some side effect from being brought back but I was just so damn hungry. I was hoping that would fade soon. She respected her would-be brothers and sisters in arms. Kind of needed to if you were to trust any of them. After all, trust was something that was needed if you were going to trust your life to another person. I'd trusted Dean and Sam with my life. And while I'd died helping them, I didn't blame them. It wasn't their fault I'd gotten hurt by the hellhound. And I'd gladly stayed behind so they could get out, to stop Lucifer.
I led the way to my room and pulled the key out, getting the door open. I moved over to the coffee table with hima nd sat the bag I had down before slipping the jacket off and tossing it on the bed. I look to him as he speaks and then node. I watch as he leaves and soon enough, there was a knock. I loved over and opened the door, letting him back inside before closing the door behind him again. Then I moved back to the table and took a seat across from him.
At the offer of the Johnny Walker Blue, I shake my head and instead reach and take one of the Heineken's. I open it and take a long drink from it, letting out a contented sigh. Nothing like a good beer. I shift and pull the food from my bag, sitting the burger in front of me and plcing the fries in the middle so he can help himself.
"Jo Harvelle." There was no need to lie to him. I doubted he knew that name anyway. I look to the shotgun he pulls from the duffel and spot the dent int he sights. "Looks like you've seen some action. Or, at least, your gun has." I spot the weapon-repair kits he pulled out and look over them. Most hunters didn't have those. Of course, most hunters make do with what they can get and find ways to repair their weapons if they needed.
"No, not chasing anything. At least, not right now. I'm actually trying to find some friends of mine."