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Jo Harvelle | Indie RP

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Lucan was supposed to meet his contact - a woman who had hidden on-the-run mutants in the past - at the diner one town over. However, traffic hadn’t been as bad as he’d anticipated, and he’d arrived hours before their scheduled meet time. And, if he wanted to remain inconspicuous, he couldn’t exactly spend all of that time in his truck. So he picked a random bar, deciding to nurse a beer for a while and eavesdrop on its inhabitants. Never hurt to hear the local gossip, which mutants inevitably always ended up being a part of.

He murmured his thanks when the woman slid a coaster under his drink, commenting, “Might make more sense to just tell people what’s on tap.”

“I don’t get paid enough to remember 15 rotating craft beers.”  Technically true, ish, since there were only ten on draft at any given time.  It was the bottled beers that got away from her.  Usually swill, anyway.  

Jo moved down the bar to collect a couple of empty bowls and stray coasters.  Returning, she set the bowls down with a clack lost in the surrounding chatter.  Her gaze flicked over the customer and his glass.  He was really taking his time with that beer, it was going to be thoroughly English by the time he was done with it.

“You want some pretzels?”

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"That's irrational.” - Lucan

Listen, pal.

But what was she, a gangster from the 40′s?  She had to stop falling asleep to late night movie reruns.  Or actually pay attention when customers spoke in her direction.  Jo tossed a coaster onto the counter and relocated his sweating glass.

“I don’t make the rules.  I just rewrite the signs when people smudge them.”  But whether the sign read No Hips or No Hipsters, his prospects were looking dicey.

[justmorerpmemes]

Delightfully Domestic Starters

“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”

“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”

“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”

“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”

“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”

“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”

“How was your day at work?”

“I’m going to need a bath…”

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”

“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”

“Leftovers, or more take out?”

“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”

“When was that garden gonna get started again?”

“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”

“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”

“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”

“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”

“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”

“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”

“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”

“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”

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“And when did that stop anyone?” He asked. “No Winchester ever obeyed that law and I’m not gonna break that record now.” He said, tapping the bar for some emphasis, though the towel dulled his intent.

Dean gave her the look. She wanted to be Ice Queen? He’d play along. His face said it all: Who do you think you’re talkin’ to?

“Hospitality doesn’t just up and leave because there ain’t a roof over your head, Jo.” He stated. “Sammy’s not here, so your noggin’s as safe as can be.” Now he was just parched from all this talking. “I’m getting parched from all this talking.” He said. “Tell you what: I’ll buy us a round and we’ll catch up, how’s that?”

Her head tilting, Jo rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt.  Her neck cracked in the process.  She took a moment and a breath before reaching for the towel.  God, he was touchy.  

“That drink is for you, jackass.  This ain’t a hunter place, that’s all I meant.  Don’t need to get your panties in a twist.”  She glanced over her shoulder, toward the office, then covered the gesture by scanning the room.  “Owner’s not real cheery.”

She looked at Dean again, her lips still a little tight, but her eyes lonely.  “You get him taken care of?  I kept my ears open, but never heard what happened to you two.”

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Daredevil helped the woman slide to the ground so that she didn’t hurt herself. It would have been frustrating for both of them for him to get them here safely, only for her to hurt herself collapsing.

He quirked a smile at her comment. “Not him. I’m Daredevil. Are you alright? What happened?” he asked gently.

“Fuck you!”  It wasn’t entirely what Jo meant to say, but it was the first thing out of her mouth.  She tried again.  “Fuck -”  Nope.  Okay, a couple more deep breaths.

“Listen.  Circus boy.  I don’t mean fuck you, but fuck you.”  Progress, sort of.  One more time.  “I am not all right, you don’t get to ask me questions, and seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?  I knew New York was weird, but God.  ‘I’m Daredevil’?  What the crap is that?  Is that - supposed to mean something?”

Her hands had moved to rest on the rooftop and she dug her fingertips in, feeling for the dirt and stray bits of gravel to steady herself and untangle the panic still very much knotted in her chest.

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Dean held out his hand for a glass to be slid to him. He gave her a wicked grin given that he’d already gone up to the jukebox and put on Big Balls for good measure. He’d need them right about now.

“What, a man can’t wet his tongue these days? What happened to hunter hospitality?” He teased, flicking his brow at her. “Miss me?”

“No, he can’t,” Jo replied evenly.  “Didn’t you hear they reinstated Prohibition?”  She tossed her towel into Dean’s outstretched hand and reached for a bottle of gin.

“I’m not sure hunter hospitality means what it used to, this ain’t the Roadhouse.”  A salted rim and a wedge of lime later, she set a salty dog on the bar, then stood and studied Dean.  Yes, and you never called.  “Before we go much further, am I going to wind up with a concussion like last time?”

That was the trouble with the Winchesters.  They were perfectly nice boys until they turned out to be demons.

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[notpurplearrow]

Midnight Meetings

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notpurplearrow:

Hawk considered trying to grab the girl and pull her into what little light existed, but he decided against it and moved carefully to only take the water from her. If she left, no telling when the next little crow would appear and talk to him.

“I don’t know why they do anythin’,” he admitted. “Most of it just pisses me off, no matter what they try ta say about it.” He started to drink more of the water and sighed in relief.

“Thirsty, and angry,” Jo observed.  “Don’t you pay attention?  Knowing things like that is always useful.  Why people do things.  Might help you.”

In principle, anyway, but she was getting the impression he didn’t have the patience for that kind of thing.  Or subtlety.

“You remind me of the billy we used to keep.  Stubborn as an oak, and just as thickheaded.  Used to get out of his pen and tramp into the inn like he owned it, climb all over everything.  You even smell a bit like him,” she added, twitching her nose.

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guardiandaredevil:

Daredevil was relieved that the woman grabbed hold of him instead of pushed away from him. He planned the angle just right and they were heading towards safety.

He settled both of them on a nearby rooftop. His cable retracted back into his billy club and he made sure the woman was stable before he stepped back from her. He was still ready to catch her in case she started to fall. “Are you alright?” he asked the woman.

Jo staggered back, away from the man, and managed a few gasps of fresh air.  She spread her hands for balance as the world tilted, then collapsed carefully to sit on the rooftop and rest her head on her knees.

“Ohgod,” she moaned faintly.  She continued working with her breath, in - out - focus, until she felt steady enough to look up again.  

“Who -”  Jo paused, taking in the red armor, the gear, the - horns? - and amended her inquiry.  “What the hell are you?”

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“I’ve got you!” Daredevil told the woman as he swung from his cable and grabbed her out of the air.

“Hold on tight,” he told her. To get her somewhere safe, they were going to have to take a corner and he didn’t want her to panic in his arms. If his grip slipped, both of them could be in trouble.

The force of the collision knocked the remaining breath out of her, and Jo’s screech derailed abruptly into a confused squawk.  How - ?!  Her limbs scrambled briefly before instinct kicked in, and she clung with every bit of strength to the man who had appeared from apparently nowhere.  

Skyscrapers spun past and she clamped her mouth shut as her stomach flipped.  Whatever was happening, it still felt a lot like falling.  And the worst rollercoaster ever.

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Her lips pressed together, Jo reached for a glass to polish.  It wasn’t what you might call strictly necessary, they were all more or less fresh out of the dishwasher, but it was far more important she have something to do with her hands.  She stared down the man on the opposite side of the bar and twisted the tumbler inside the towel.

Of all the gin joints in all the world, ran through her mind, and, finally, she spoke.

“You want to tell me what you’re doing here?”

[agameofclothes]

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[notpurplearrow]

Midnight Meetings

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notpurplearrow:

Hawk sighed and considered Jo as she hid in the shadows. This was a rocky start, but he didn’t really understand another way to go about things anymore. 

“Fine. Keep yer shadows and yer mystery. Mind passin’ me the other water while ya do all that?” he asked before he tossed the now empty water skin back in front of her. 

Jo rolled her eyes and laughed quietly.  “Yeah, mysterious, that’s what I am.”  She glanced up, then reached for the second skin hanging overhead.  It only required a slight stretch and, once it was in hand, she took a drink, herself.

“You’re a thirsty bird.”  She shifted to a crouch and moved just a little closer, into the dim light cast through the grate.  “Do they ration you to keep you in line?”

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