Application for Jo Harvelle

[collects_knives]

Jo was clutching the flashlight tightly in her hand as she moved through the narrow passageway in the walls. Yes, it has been her idea to go down here when Dean wasn't able to fit, and she didn't regret it, really. It was just really kind of creepy down here. The flashlight kept making weird shadows on the walls and she kept expecting that psycho

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[thebadboyfriend]

"...Meg? Manning?"

Okay, it pretty clearly wasn't, given the answers, but seriously, this doppleganger thing never stopped being weird. Not to mention the holy crap you're dead twist with this one.

[collects_knives]

Jo looked at him and shook her head. "No, sorry. I'm Jo. Jo Harvelle."

[thebadboyfriend]

"Right. 'Course not, sorry. Weird resemblance. Uh," he rallied, "so, welcome to Disneyland's answer to the Twilight Zone. Or possibly the other way around, who knows. I'm Logan Echolls." I'll be your host for this evening's entertainment... "Nice to meet you."

[collects_knives]

"Nice to meet you, Logan." She shook her head. "Disneyland, huh? I'm a little confused as to how I got here when I started out going down an air duct in an old apartment building."

[thebadboyfriend]

"Yeah, well, we're all pretty confused about how we got here. People tend to just sort of appear. It's not really Disneyland, is the thing. It's sort of a," he waved in the direction of the Nothing outside the gates, "freaky interdimensional meeting place that just happens to look like Disneyland."

"...What were you doing in an air duct?"

[collects_knives]

She let out a breath. "Chasing a serial killer."