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“Something does not add up here.”
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@thelonesxuls liked for a starter
“Something does not add up here.”
‘ sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you over the bullshit. ’ (Cleo to Victor cause we need angst)
“Bullshit huh? Least people can count on me! At least I don’t leave without a single word! Fuck you then!!”
@thelonesxuls replied to your post “Had cookies for breakfast again. Like for a starter. ”
Cookies for breakfast? You're the kind of adult I aspire to be. Also welcome back love! *attack hugs*
LOL I’ve had cookies for breakfast for the past week XD Also thank you. -hugs tight-
😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚 😚(CHEATING BECAUSE YOU CHEATED XD)
You already sent one! Plus I count the asks, not the actual emoji so you still only count as 1 XD
Crossed Paths
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Fingers drum on the thin metal steering wheel, the plastic coating grooved and worn from all its years of use. The 8 track crackles quietly on the speakers, the body of the big GMC bouncing back and forth roughly on the bumpy road.
“Jesus Christ,” Jo grumbles under her breath, reaching over to snag a water bottle before it could roll onto the floorboards, shoving it between the gap in the seat cushions. The hunter that had sent her the tip had said that this one was going to take her to a little -- what had he said? “Podunk little shit hole of a town.” Jo had assumed that he hand meant that it was out of the way, but this was ridiculous.
Finding a place to stay was top priority. If she can’t set up a home base, she can’t get started on the real work.
‘In six hundred feet, keep left at the fork’
“What fork?” The road is winding, but there is no visible place where it branches off, and Jo’s foot switches from the gas to hover over the break.
‘Make a U-Turn.’
“What?” Annoyance laces her tone this time. Her boot connects with the brake and she reaches forward, grabbing her phone out of the dashboard cubby and tapping impatiently at the screen.
About half an hour later she finally finds herself pulling into the parking lot of a tiny shack of a motel; maybe about five rooms total. Thankfully though, it looks well kept, and Jo finds herself mouth shrugging in appreciation. The worst thing in the world was being forced to stay in a dirty motel during a hunt.
Rounding the corner she begins to go through a mental checklist. Gear? In the bed of the truck. Food and water? Cooler. Weapons? Jo glances to the large duffel bag on her seat. Check.
Tires crunch the gravel in the front parking lot, slowing to a stop as she squints at the sign directing her to pull around back for guest parking. Slowly, the large pickup rumbles around along the designated path.
“Oh bull shit.”
Her foot slams on the break as a black impala crests into view around the corner, shining alone in the otherwise empty parking lot. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” It’s not that she doesn’t want to see the boys; its that she doesn’t want to hunt with them.
In the past, hunting with them had been chock full of arguments about what she could and couldn’t do -- Jo sighs heavily and guides her vehicle into an open spot, putting it in park and sitting back in her seat, lifting a hand to scrub across her forehead.
No. She’d spent too much time on this case already; driven all the way the hell out here to who knows where, and the Winchesters were always needed somewhere else. They always had important things to do. This hunt was hers. Jo tugs the keys from the ignition and pushes the door open, scanning the line of rooms. Only one has the shades pulled down. Bingo.
A few seconds later she’s rapping on the door, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet and crossing her arms over her chest against the chill breeze as she waits.
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my opinion on;
character in general: All characters are wonderful. how they play them: Beautifully. Cleo is my favorite. the mun: The mun is a little shit BUT I love them.
do i;
follow them: DUHrp with them: YESSSSwant to rp with them: OF COURSEship their character with mine: Does a bear shit in the woods? LMAO YES
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overall opinion: I’m keeping the mun and muses forever. They are mine <3
@thelonesxuls replied to your post: Victor really wants a Margot Robbie fc to rp with....
*sprays Vic with water*
Now was that you or Cleo? LOL