Golden Country
|[ CHARACTERS ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ RATING ]| R for language
|[ TIME PERIOD ]| Modern Day
|[ LOCATION ]| Castle Grounds
|[ RELATIVE DATE ]| 9:00 PM ; April 9
|[ STATUS ]| Complete
Jo had gotten the ticket, she'd read what it said, and she'd thought it was strange that it was directed at her when she only found it by a fluke of nature and timing. If that dog hadn't attacked, she may have missed it completely. Maybe. Then again, since it did find her, maybe she would have found it elsewhere. Maybe it would have found her. There was no telling what could happen in her world, that was for sure.
What Jo did know, however, was that she was not expecting the helicopter she came across when she arrived. Since when did angels use helicopters anyway? Or maybe this was some kind of trick. A knife wouldn't do much good during a helicoptor crash, but she was still glad she brought her stash just in case. If worse came to worse, she'd try to figure out the damn controls herself. She could do it. She'd have to do it otherwise she'd be mush for the second time in her life. Funny that... that if she died it would be the second time and not the first.
Still, as she loaded onto the helicopter and saw the pilot, she gave him a nod. "Any idea where this thing goes exactly?" The pilot said nothing, which only instigated her nervousness. Still... if he had any plans to disappear after doing something to the damn flying bird, she'd make sure he was leaving the thing without a parachute.
Settling in, Jo kept a tight grip on her father's knife and an eye on the pilot. There would be no fucking up... no jumping out and leaving her stranded. And if she was fast enough - which she knew she was - she'd be the one with the parachute if this thing started acting funny.
It was a good bit of time before the helicopter touched down and began to wind down from the constant whirring that had set Jo on edge. Planes were one thing. Helicopters were a whole other ballpark and she had issues with them. They were tiny. They were more likely to be caught in an updraft because of the propellers. She just didn't like them and she was damn happy to get out of this one because the pilot just freaked her the fuck out.
But she still needed to know where the hell she was. So she turned back to the pilot to ask him where they'd landed. All she got in return was silence, and it annoyed the fuck out of her. "Alright... fine... I'll find out myself." It was really lucky the guy was human or Jo may have stuck him out of spite. But as it was, he was, so she couldn't. Instead, she simply turned around and took off under the cover of night, knife out and wary of anyone who may come at her. Because really? Who needed to die a second time at the hands of some unknown assailant on the grounds of some huge nameless castle? It was all a little too Dungeons and Dragons for her liking.
And to think... she'd just celebrated a very boring twenty-fifth birthday two days ago.
|[ RATING ]| R for language
|[ TIME PERIOD ]| Modern Day
|[ LOCATION ]| Castle Grounds
|[ RELATIVE DATE ]| 9:00 PM ; April 9
|[ STATUS ]| Complete
Jo had gotten the ticket, she'd read what it said, and she'd thought it was strange that it was directed at her when she only found it by a fluke of nature and timing. If that dog hadn't attacked, she may have missed it completely. Maybe. Then again, since it did find her, maybe she would have found it elsewhere. Maybe it would have found her. There was no telling what could happen in her world, that was for sure.
What Jo did know, however, was that she was not expecting the helicopter she came across when she arrived. Since when did angels use helicopters anyway? Or maybe this was some kind of trick. A knife wouldn't do much good during a helicoptor crash, but she was still glad she brought her stash just in case. If worse came to worse, she'd try to figure out the damn controls herself. She could do it. She'd have to do it otherwise she'd be mush for the second time in her life. Funny that... that if she died it would be the second time and not the first.
Still, as she loaded onto the helicopter and saw the pilot, she gave him a nod. "Any idea where this thing goes exactly?" The pilot said nothing, which only instigated her nervousness. Still... if he had any plans to disappear after doing something to the damn flying bird, she'd make sure he was leaving the thing without a parachute.
Settling in, Jo kept a tight grip on her father's knife and an eye on the pilot. There would be no fucking up... no jumping out and leaving her stranded. And if she was fast enough - which she knew she was - she'd be the one with the parachute if this thing started acting funny.
It was a good bit of time before the helicopter touched down and began to wind down from the constant whirring that had set Jo on edge. Planes were one thing. Helicopters were a whole other ballpark and she had issues with them. They were tiny. They were more likely to be caught in an updraft because of the propellers. She just didn't like them and she was damn happy to get out of this one because the pilot just freaked her the fuck out.
But she still needed to know where the hell she was. So she turned back to the pilot to ask him where they'd landed. All she got in return was silence, and it annoyed the fuck out of her. "Alright... fine... I'll find out myself." It was really lucky the guy was human or Jo may have stuck him out of spite. But as it was, he was, so she couldn't. Instead, she simply turned around and took off under the cover of night, knife out and wary of anyone who may come at her. Because really? Who needed to die a second time at the hands of some unknown assailant on the grounds of some huge nameless castle? It was all a little too Dungeons and Dragons for her liking.
And to think... she'd just celebrated a very boring twenty-fifth birthday two days ago.