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WHO: Maya Herrera and Miranda Lotto.
WHAT: Looking over Gabriel's belongings, and what is left of the clock shop.
WHERE: Gray's Timepieces.
WHEN: Late afternoon, early evening. Day 165.

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[herownsavior]

The watch hadn't worked since she'd came here.

Well, seeing as this place was some sort of time-dimensional rift (or whatever the heck people were saying), it made sense. But that bothered Jo- the watch had belonged to her dad. An ancient watch, a rough leather band and a cracked glass window. Carved on the back, William Anthony Harvelle. She needed it to work.

Jo strode through the streets, knife in her pocket and another in her boot, still with her sleeves rolled up from working at the disco. This place was full of sickos, demons and god knows what else. And only one other hunter- some guy named Dean Winchester, and she didn't know if she could even trust him yet.

She was done being naive, done with all of that.

A watch shop. Warily pushing her way through the doors, hearing the tinkle of the bell and an almost overpowering scent of wood. Something old, something familiar. "Hey, anyone in here?" body tensed- but there was only a girl. A crying girl. And as much as Jo tried to be 'tough' (and failing, really.), part of her wanted to know what was wrong, to help.

"Is it a guy? Because most of them are jerks anyways, totally not worth it."

Hands on her hips, something resembling a kind of sort of smile on her face. Jo was out of her element when it came to comforting crying people.

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The woman from the journals was not there, leaving Maya utterly alone in Gabriel's second home. Choking back sobs, she sat at the table where they declared their love for each other, where he spun her around in circles, where they kissed, and hugged, and laughed. To think they could have had a future together. He was going to save money to open up another business, a restaurant just for Maya, for her cooking, and they would live together, get married, start a family --

She wiped her face, pulling back her hair as best she could - it had grown longer since she first came here. Long, wild, and black as her eyes had once been. Sniffing loudly as another woman entered the shop. Maya turned in surprise.

It did not look like Miranda.

A customer.

"I-I-I'm sorr-sorry," Maya stuttered, ringing her hands in her lap. "G-Gabriel...gabriel..."

[herownsavior]

She could barely understand what the other woman was trying to say, she was stuttering and sniffling far too loudly. Jo was out of her element and felt extremely awkward. She didn't know how to deal with crying people. In her world, you got over it, you got revenge. You went out and killed the supernatural son of a bitch that had hurt someone you cared about. Then again she wasn't exactly 'normal'.

So Jo shook her head, raising her hands. "No, no it's alright. It doesn't matter." she surreptitously shoved the watch deeper into the pocket of her jeans. Taking a look around. Everything seemed to be untouched.

"What happened here?" Gabriel. A name. A man. Someone she loved? Jo's brow furrowed in sudden sympathy, features getting softer.

"I'm sorry."

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The Latina could not explain what had happened. Only sobbing louder at the thought of this shop gathering dust, staying here in Rivelata until someone took over or knocked it out. Would it even be in her care anymore? Gabriel and Maya were never married. It was too soon for that. They still needed to get settled, plan...she was crying so much, she didn't think there were anymore tears left in her.

"Si, senorita. I-I'm OK," she replied, accent coming in thicker.

[herownsavior]

Okay, what had she said to set her off even more? The woman just seemed to start sobbing- maybe a memory or something. Jo couldn't even remember crying that hard- the last time had to have been the day that she opened the door to her father's office despite her mom's constant warnings not to.

Jo moved closer, wanting to comfort but not really knowing how.

Senorita? Spanish for lady or something like that. Jo hadn't really paid attention in that class. Then again she hadn't really paid attention in any of her classes. It wasn't as if any of that information was relevant to her lifestyle.

"You're not okay." Jo snorted, crossing her arms. "You're definitely not. Come on, we should get you some tea or something. It should help you calm down." oh please, the 'I'm okay' act. Jo herself had done it too many times to fall for that one.

In her place, she'd want a beer, but Jo highly doubted this woman would want the same thing.

She tried again, now with something of a comforting look on her face. Jo was new at this. "Please?" she didn't want this girl to just waste away in here.

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Anyone could have seen that she was beyond repair. Maya sighed, giving up the facade. She wiped her eyes, her face with her hands, and nodded silently to the other woman's request.

"Tea is...back," she replied feebly, turning away. She walked to the back of the shop, through a door into a small break room. Fumbling with pots, cups, tea bags, she set to work. The woman could have followed her if she so wished.

[oldclock]

She wasn't sure what she had been doing; far too distracted with looking through things in the back room. Shifting through broken clocks Sylar was still supposed to fix -- and probably wouldn't, now, she thought guiltily -- before she heard the door on the other side of the room opening. She jumped up quickly with a small squeal and whipped around to face the woman.

"A-ah! I'm so sorry, Miss! I .. I was distracted; this place was a .. a bit.. untidy.." She scratched the back of her head, glancing down at the floor before she looked back at Maya. "I d-don't know if I've said before -- my name is M-miranda Lotto. I.. I worked with Mister.." She trailed off.

Miranda wasn't sure what to say. The other girl just.. looked so sad. Miranda wasn't sure what to do; she wanted to make things better, but what could she possibly say or do to make that better? She wasn't very good at this...

jo dropped so no point in waiting for her tag <_<

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There was a woman already there, and Maya likewise jumped in surprised. She put a hand over her heart. It was beating fast beneath her fingers, underneath her skin, and not just out of a small surprise.

"I cleaned a lot," she confessed, calming down. "My name is Ma - Maya."

Sometimes she would see Miranda around the shop. Back when Gabriel was alive, he had needed extra assistance. This woman probably was not as intuned to clocks as her Gabriel, but there was no one else suitable for the shop anymore. Maya did not know anything. She could only clean and cook and love for him.

"I - I think this is yours now."