Insomnia
|[ CHARACTERS ]| Jo Harvelle
|[ RATING ]| TBD (At least PG-13 for now)
|[ TIME PERIOD ]| Modern
|[ LOCATION ]| Her place
|[ RELATIVE DATE ]| Friday, May 13 | 12:00 AM
|[ STATUS ]| OPEN!
Midnight... midnight on a Friday the thirteenth and Jo was wide awake because she couldn't sleep. Of course she'd be awake at the very beginning of today. She'd been sleeping poorly ever since she got here, which really wasn't very surprising. It was the same for the first couple of days the first time she was here. The only difference this time around was that Troy wasn't here. His company had always made her feel better, even if he'd been a werewolf. He'd been a different werewolf though, and he'd been sweet. He'd kept her sane at a time that she was pretty much going out of her mind with worry, with anger, with confusion. And now here she was again. Alone, confused, angry and worried. All the blond wanted to do was scream. Hell, facing off against a Djinn would be better than this. At least in that superficial world it would put her in, she wouldn't be alone. Being alone... it sucked. It sucked hard and it sucked fast. And it kept on sucking. But Jo faced up to it and she did it with a fake smile on her face. After all, if she could survive her birthday in this place alone, she could survive a Friday the 13th alone. And Jo was making sure to keep track of all the days. Period.
So since she was awake, Jo decided to at least get some more stuff done. She grabbed a beer out of the fridge (that was a damn fine tweak to being here, she had to admit) and then grabbed the rug on the floor. Taking it outside, she hung it on the line she'd strung up and began to spray it down. She'd been gone awhile, after all, and a good wash down was needed for that damn rug. To be honest, she wasn't completely sure she liked it anyway. And beating the thing to death when it dried, yeah... that would be absolutely refreshing. Especially after that run in a few nights ago. She was still smarting from that one. Damned little beast. It was seriously annoying when they came that young. And that fast.
Letting the rug dry after she sprayed it, Jo turned and headed back inside to grab an apple and a chair. She could at least sit outside for a little while and enjoy the cool air, right? Something simple that she could just... relax to. Even if she didn't trust the trees around her place and settled her chair against the wall of her house. Tipping the beer bottle to her lips, she pulled out her phone and just looked at it. She knew her number, she knew the universal number, but... well, while there may have been a couple of numbers there of people she did know, the two numbers she'd kept weren't there. Ironic, really, but she'd been having that thought often as of late. Too often. It wasn't like Jo to just dwell on things like that. She was a mover, a shaker. She was a hunter, damn it, and she always pushed through. She just couldn't seem to figure out why she couldn't this time.
No. That was a lie. She knew exactly why she couldn't store those feelings away. She'd come back to save them. She'd come back to gung ho her way into this place and wound up caught, while they'd gotten out without her. Jo wondered if they'd thought she just abandoned them. She hoped not. Jo didn't like the thought of Troy out there thinking that he was alone because no one wanted him around. Or that he wasn't cared about. Hell, after her own death, with her mother still gone, Jo had pretty much thought the same thing. It was a suck thing to think, especially in a suck place like this. Put it all together and it was just one big ball of suck that even alcohol couldn't fix. And Jo should know. The last time she'd been here she'd been quite the little alcoholic. One would never see her without a beer in her hand. But part of her knew she couldn't do that this time. It had been too hard on the other side afterwards, and Jo did plan to get out again.
What Jo wouldn't give to be curled up in a hotel, watching Family Guy with a bag of chips and a beer. Instead, she was sitting in a chair, outside, watching a rug dry with a beer and an apple. At least she could have some music. She didn't even care what kind, but she lucked out when her radio found a rock station. Smiling a little, Jo lifted the bottle to her lips while Deep Purple came in a low volume from her speakers. Sometimes (especially in her life) one had to appreciate and find pleasure in the small things in life. And around here, it seemed the small things in life were the most important ones. That was something that Jo was okay with.
|[ RATING ]| TBD (At least PG-13 for now)
|[ TIME PERIOD ]| Modern
|[ LOCATION ]| Her place
|[ RELATIVE DATE ]| Friday, May 13 | 12:00 AM
|[ STATUS ]| OPEN!
Midnight... midnight on a Friday the thirteenth and Jo was wide awake because she couldn't sleep. Of course she'd be awake at the very beginning of today. She'd been sleeping poorly ever since she got here, which really wasn't very surprising. It was the same for the first couple of days the first time she was here. The only difference this time around was that Troy wasn't here. His company had always made her feel better, even if he'd been a werewolf. He'd been a different werewolf though, and he'd been sweet. He'd kept her sane at a time that she was pretty much going out of her mind with worry, with anger, with confusion. And now here she was again. Alone, confused, angry and worried. All the blond wanted to do was scream. Hell, facing off against a Djinn would be better than this. At least in that superficial world it would put her in, she wouldn't be alone. Being alone... it sucked. It sucked hard and it sucked fast. And it kept on sucking. But Jo faced up to it and she did it with a fake smile on her face. After all, if she could survive her birthday in this place alone, she could survive a Friday the 13th alone. And Jo was making sure to keep track of all the days. Period.
So since she was awake, Jo decided to at least get some more stuff done. She grabbed a beer out of the fridge (that was a damn fine tweak to being here, she had to admit) and then grabbed the rug on the floor. Taking it outside, she hung it on the line she'd strung up and began to spray it down. She'd been gone awhile, after all, and a good wash down was needed for that damn rug. To be honest, she wasn't completely sure she liked it anyway. And beating the thing to death when it dried, yeah... that would be absolutely refreshing. Especially after that run in a few nights ago. She was still smarting from that one. Damned little beast. It was seriously annoying when they came that young. And that fast.
Letting the rug dry after she sprayed it, Jo turned and headed back inside to grab an apple and a chair. She could at least sit outside for a little while and enjoy the cool air, right? Something simple that she could just... relax to. Even if she didn't trust the trees around her place and settled her chair against the wall of her house. Tipping the beer bottle to her lips, she pulled out her phone and just looked at it. She knew her number, she knew the universal number, but... well, while there may have been a couple of numbers there of people she did know, the two numbers she'd kept weren't there. Ironic, really, but she'd been having that thought often as of late. Too often. It wasn't like Jo to just dwell on things like that. She was a mover, a shaker. She was a hunter, damn it, and she always pushed through. She just couldn't seem to figure out why she couldn't this time.
No. That was a lie. She knew exactly why she couldn't store those feelings away. She'd come back to save them. She'd come back to gung ho her way into this place and wound up caught, while they'd gotten out without her. Jo wondered if they'd thought she just abandoned them. She hoped not. Jo didn't like the thought of Troy out there thinking that he was alone because no one wanted him around. Or that he wasn't cared about. Hell, after her own death, with her mother still gone, Jo had pretty much thought the same thing. It was a suck thing to think, especially in a suck place like this. Put it all together and it was just one big ball of suck that even alcohol couldn't fix. And Jo should know. The last time she'd been here she'd been quite the little alcoholic. One would never see her without a beer in her hand. But part of her knew she couldn't do that this time. It had been too hard on the other side afterwards, and Jo did plan to get out again.
What Jo wouldn't give to be curled up in a hotel, watching Family Guy with a bag of chips and a beer. Instead, she was sitting in a chair, outside, watching a rug dry with a beer and an apple. At least she could have some music. She didn't even care what kind, but she lucked out when her radio found a rock station. Smiling a little, Jo lifted the bottle to her lips while Deep Purple came in a low volume from her speakers. Sometimes (especially in her life) one had to appreciate and find pleasure in the small things in life. And around here, it seemed the small things in life were the most important ones. That was something that Jo was okay with.