Maybe, she just doesn't like Mondays.
Who; Jo, Mal and whomever else would like to play with Zombie!Jo.
What; RAR JO SMASH! Kind of but not really, but she is pretty mad and she does have a shot gun.
When; Backdated to Sunday night/Monday morning.
Rating; Let's say R to be safe for violence and language.
Status; Open!
...the rage and anger she felt. Jo just couldn't ignore it any longer. She had abandoned the rest of her family at the Roadhouse, they were no doubt angry with her for what she'd done anyway. At that point she had at least had enough sense about her to leave the area. Now? Let em come, she'd mow them down with the rest. Her shot gun was in her hand, and she could swear she could hear it and every knife she had on her pleading to taste some blood. Begging to tear through flesh. She could do that, she could satisfy that request quite easily.
Things had shifted, now it was the small barely audible voice in her head asking her why she was doing this, why she was aiming to hurt people. That was the one being ignored. She didn't care why, she was just so angry. She made her way along, looking around with a bit of a feral glint to her dark eyes. Who wants some?
What; RAR JO SMASH! Kind of but not really, but she is pretty mad and she does have a shot gun.
When; Backdated to Sunday night/Monday morning.
Rating; Let's say R to be safe for violence and language.
Status; Open!
...the rage and anger she felt. Jo just couldn't ignore it any longer. She had abandoned the rest of her family at the Roadhouse, they were no doubt angry with her for what she'd done anyway. At that point she had at least had enough sense about her to leave the area. Now? Let em come, she'd mow them down with the rest. Her shot gun was in her hand, and she could swear she could hear it and every knife she had on her pleading to taste some blood. Begging to tear through flesh. She could do that, she could satisfy that request quite easily.
Things had shifted, now it was the small barely audible voice in her head asking her why she was doing this, why she was aiming to hurt people. That was the one being ignored. She didn't care why, she was just so angry. She made her way along, looking around with a bit of a feral glint to her dark eyes. Who wants some?