Lost are we?

→ Recently hauled ass out of Purgatory → Will kiss and then kill, if location on the Winchesters is revealed.

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Buy You A Drank

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[As the cloth was removed, Jo rubbed her tongue to the roof of her mouth in order to get the taste out. Holding back her answer, the searing pain in the front of her head intensified.] I… [Unfortunately, Jo’s tongue had a mind of its own] can’t lie. [Biting hard on her her bottom, she drew blood as she choked back the response. Dean could handle Ruby, but selling him out felt dirty. Tilting her head back, Jo tried to ignore the roaring fire that currently made itself at home in her brain. Her words were reluctantly spat through her clenched teeth.] W-Winchester.

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[A smirk spread across her lips and she moved to sit on the stool again.] Winchester, thought as much. Which one has it? [She lick her bottom lip, deciding to test this no lying shit she was spouting.] Who is responsible for your fathers death?

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[Choking on the cloth shoved in her mouth, she glowered up at Ruby. Gripping the arms of the chair, Jo gaged how little moving room she approximately had. The ropes we wound tightly around wrists and ankles, leaving her at the hands of two demons. Jo’s eyes connected with Ruby’s as the knife crossed her face. Wincing, the hunter bit down on the cloth, refusing to make a sound. Shit. Jo knew who had the knife. Dean had it on him at all times. Her head burning, she resisted any movement. Ruby didn’t need to do anything; the truth curse was already making her job easier. Jo slowly nodded, making every effort not to.]

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[Raising a brow at the quick answer, Ruby moved back - motioning for the other demon to pull the cloth down.] That seemed a little too easy. Are you lying to me? I'm not going to take kindly to you lying. [Cocking her head, she decided to hear the hunter out.] Who has my knife?

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No, not really. [Her words bit at Ruby, overwhelmingly angry— mostly at herself for letting this happen. It was her own stupid mistake for letting this happen. Jo grit her teeth as bartender yanked her upright.] You’re a coward, you know that? You that afraid of me that you had to tie me up and have backup, huh? [Jo spat through her teeth. Hair pulling was just a cheap shot. It was expected from Ruby by this point, but it only fed her anger.]

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[Angrier than before, she shot out of the stool. Taking the cloth from the bartenders back pocket, she gagged Jo.] This is much better. I can't deal with the yip-yap. [Fiddling with the knife in her hand, she brought it to her temple, slowly moving it down her face - but not pressing hard enough to cut her.] Now, I think you're going to need a little motivating. I like to think I'm quite the motivator. [She slowly dug the knife across her cheek.] Do you know where my knife is? Nod for yes, shake you head for no.

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Buy You A Drank

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[Flinching as the water hit her face Jo jumped out of her stupor, straining against her restraints. She snapped her neck up and blinked repeatedly as her eyes adjusted to the lights. Lost in confusion, she retraced what she could remember. There was Amelia, Dean, the hospital, and then the bar. The bar. In a panic to release herself, Jo whipped her head around the room until her vision came back into focus. Rage bubbled under her skin as she saw the demon infront of her.] The skank strikes again. 

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[A look of sheer excitement passes over her face. She taps the knife against her chin, almost as if she was contemplating what to do. She places the pitcher down beside her, knowing she'll want to use it again.] You know, your kind words never fail to make me smile. [Adjusting herself to sit straighter on the stool, she mocks a pout.] Aw, is the whittle girl not happy with the position she's in? [She cocked her head, smirking, looking at the bartender - she signals for him to pull her by her hair, to straighten her up.]

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[After the third sip from her glass, Jo blinked hard as her vision became blurry. Her body felt heavy and bloated, her hands were shaking as she set down her drink. Whistles and bells were ringing in her head; it took her seconds to realize someone must have slipped something in her drink. It was a local bar, not a club or a party. Who the hell could pull that kind of crap and not get noticed? Something was off other than the fact someone had drugged her. Forcing herself out of her chair, Jo looked around at the bar through her filmy vision for the bathroom. Going outside would have been a stupid idea; if someone wanted to grab her she would be setting them up for a quick getaway. If she could lock herself in a stall and mumble out some kind of message on her phone, Jo stood a chance. Her feet stumbled over to the bathroom successfully, her palms slamming the door open. Placing her hand against the counter, she used it to support her weight. Swinging her foot forward to the stalls were only a few steps away, Jo lost her balance, and her limp body crashed to the floor. ]

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[Ruby nodded for the bartender to follow her. Jo had stumbled off five minutes ago, enough time for the drugs to knock her out. The bar had cleared out and was now closed. So, the bartender dragged Jo out, tossing her up on the chair. Tying her hands and feet to the chair, Ruby pulled a stool up for herself, sitting in front of Jo - fiddling with the little knife in her hand. She signalled for the guard to stand behind her with a gag, just in case she started spouting latin.] Tick tock, goes the clock. [Taking the pitcher of water the bartender passed to her, she flicked hand fulls of water at her face.]

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[Jo pushed her way into the bar, hoping for some solace in the bottom of a glass. Her boots scuffed against the wooden floor as she sat herself down in a seat off to the side of the room. With her current “condition” she didn’t want too many people bothering her. Giving her order to the waitress, she waited a few minutes before her scotch landed on the table. Rubbing her face before she raised the glass to her lips, Jo took a slow gulp.] 

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[She couldn't help the smirk that broke across her face, soon enough - she'd lose all consciousness. She slowly walked to take a seat, making sure to keep three barstools away from her. Waving for her drink, she sat back - waiting to be notice or to see Jo fall to the ground.]

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[She'd prepped the bartender on what to do, he would make sure that Jo's drink was made by him. Ruby needed Jo knocked out before she could go through with any questioning. She'd managed to pull favours and have some old friends hang around for back up. Slipping into the back, she waited for Jo to show up.]

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I’m not being hostile, I’m only stating the rules. [Bela raises her eyebrows at her request.] If you have to ask, you can’t afford. [Her eyebrows knit together.] I am a crossroads demon with superb knowledge of the occult, not a mail man. Can you not do deliver one measly hex bag by yourself?

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Unfortunately, the situation is a little complicated. I wouldn't have asked for help, but my hands are tied. The Winchesters have something of mine and I need it back, the one person I can get to pull through - didn't do things the way I wanted her to. So, you want a damn deal or not?

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[Bela smiled as Ruby complied.] Much better. The trap made this situation much more tense then necessary. [She flips the coin over and raises it into the light.] It’s never been active. Hasn’t seen a drop of magic in its lifetime. [Casting the coin back to its owner, Bela tilted her head, and a look of displeasure came across her face.] I want to make things very clear to you. Desperate as you are, I am not your bitch. Call upon me again and I will bring friends along for the ride. Are we clear?

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[Her jaw tensed, how was she supposed to do anything with a useless coin now.] Don't be so hostile, darling. Consider it a compliment to your talents, no one is as knowledgeable as you are. [Tossing the coin onto the desk behind her, anger bubbling up inside of her.] How much will it cost for a small favor of delivering a hex bag?

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[Bela catches the coin in her hand and examines it closely.] I would normally charge you for this. [She knows the coins are worthless but refuses to release any information.] Release me from this trap and there won’t be any fees.

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[Sighing, she bent down - pulling the butterfly knife from her backpocket, she scratched the trap.] There, you're free. Now, is that coin active or not?

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[Bela appears in a small motel room, her hair disheveled from the sudden summoning. Examining the woman in the room, she smiles like a cheshire knowing well enough who was standing before her.] You interrupted me. [Her heels scuffed along the dingy motel carpet, her green eyes glanced down for a fleeting moment to notice various painted red lines. Running her fingers through her hair to return it to normal, Bela’s eyes remained on the demon.] Ruby, darling, this is a bit dramatic for you. If you wanted my services you could have simply asked. 

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[Moving away from the circle, she moved closer to where Bela appeared. In any other circumstance, she would have made a witty remark about her appearance, but this wasn't just a casual meeting.] Desperate times call for desperate measures. [Pulling the coin from her pocket, she tossed it to her.] Is this active?

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[Stormed into her motel room, flinging her jacket to the side.] Fucking hell. [Pulling books from the drawers, she flung them aside until she found the spell book.] I need a new game plan.

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Jo’s body hit the packed ground with a dull thunk, the wind escaping her lungs. Kicking off Ruby’s hands, she scrambled to her feet again watching the figures come closer. Jo had her machete hitched to her side and a gun tucked underneath her belt at the small of her back; they already had spotted the two of them and she wasn’t about to let any monster follow her back to the cabin. She was going to have to take them on. 

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Getting off the forest floor, Ruby shook her head at Jo. "They'll finish you off." With those words, she ran in the opposite direction of the creatures. She'd get to a busy street - lose them and make it back to her motel room. Slowing down to a walk, she took back alleyways to her motel - making sure no one followed.  

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Jo’s spine collided with the base of the tree and she involuntarily grunted as bursts of pain shot up her spine. The demon’s fingers grasped around her throat and Jo’s feet kicked at her, desperate for air. Clawing at Ruby’s fingers as she made her speech, her upper lip curled, outraged with her. It was only when Ruby looked around that Jo’s eyes drifted into the trees.  A white light shone from the brush and Jo felt as if her stomach had dropped to the floor. Monsters straight from Purgatory were heading their way. Feeling Ruby loosen her grip, her elbow smashed into the hell-bitch’s face and Jo swiftly swung her own leg underneath Ruby’s. Peeking into the trees once again, from what she could see there were six figures headed straight for them.

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She gasped as her hands scraped the forest floor. Looking back, she panicked - she wasn't armed for this or strong enough to fight off so many creatures. Narrowing her eyes, she scrambled forward grabbing Jo's leg to pull her down. Wiping at the scratch on her face, she hoped it wasn't deep - she didn't need them coming at her.

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Her lips were sealed shut, unable to respond. She was too afraid that if she opened her mouth she wouldn’t be able to contain her anger any longer. That it bubble out of her mouth she she wouldn’t be able to stop it.  Stiffening her back at her own discomfort, Jo drew the line at the mention of her mother. Her right fist launched itself at Jessica’s face; she knew she had a mean right hook and she was prepared to use it repeatedly. Her other hand scrabbled for the coin in Jessica’s clutches, “Go to hell, bitch.”

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Ruby groaned as her fist collided with her jaw. Licking her lips, she dusted her jeans as she stood up. Rubbing her jaw, she shook her head. Taking her by the neck, Ruby pinned Jo agains the tree. "Bad move, a very bad move." Smirking, she dug her nails into Jo's fist, trying to get the coin back. "I tried to reason with you, but you just don't want to listen."Pressing in tighter, she chuckled, moving in close to whisper. "And the name is, Ruby. Rem -" Cutting off mid sentence she turned around to see what the damn noise was - her grip loosening on Jo.

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Her eyes widened as Jessica pulled out the coin. The longer the coin spend intact, the more it was impacting her— somehow. Contempt was clear on her face, “You’re blackmailing me?” Her fingers curled into fists, anger soon replacing the disgust. “After all we’ve been through?” Repeating Jessica’s words, but only filling them with venom and bitterness. There was very little holding her back from throttling Jessica’s throat and she was beginning to enjoy the idea. “You befriend me, gain my trust, and as soon as we hit topside you blackmail me?” Her voice rose above a whisper unconsciously, infuriated beyond belief. She struck Jessica with every word, spitting them at her,”I’m not helping you.” If it meant she was going to die, she’d rather take that risk. 

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Ruby rolled her eyes as the Jo went on and on her emotional trip. Did she feel bad, maybe just a little – but it wasn’t bad enough to hold her back. “I’m blackmailing you, so what?” Her words coming out lazily. “I heard you the first time you said it, and now you’re using that emotional blackmail crap.” Giving her a fake look of disappointment. “Didn’t mommy tell you that demons make really bad friends? Oh right, she didn’t have the time to.” Ruby frowned as turned to see if anyone was around, eerily enough it felt like it.