Percival Cox was walking. No, not walking, no, what was the word again? Strutting? Naw, too egotistical (not, he reasoned, that he didn't have a bitchin' ego). Striding? Yeah, that was more like it. Doctor Percival Cox was striding. To only God knew where, at least until... well.
Until of course he saw the blonde girl.
And then? Well, then he did the most ungraceful double-take known to mankind and possibly the entire universe and if he didn't somehow herniate a disk in the process it was a wonder and a marvel. Because that tiny little blonde girl?
Barbie. In miniature.
Oh dear God.
So, not only had Beelzebob invented a whole new level of hell for the express purpose of sending him to this proverbial little ass-crack of nowhere, he'd somehow magically cloned the -one- person in Sacred Heart that was almost as annoying as the Newbie
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Jo looked up slowly, and dubiously, at the man speaking to her. He was obviously mentally deficient because why would she be okay? Did she really look okay to him? Did she dispell the aura of distinctly okay?
"I'm fine," she snapped out snidely. "Because who doesn't want to be sitting on their ass on the sidewalk in the ass crack of the middle of nowhere after being shoved off a Greyhound which is actually slightly better than being on the bus because I was about to throw the kid behind me out the window. So really I'm great."
If you'd like a daily shot of standoffish teenaged ice bitch with your morning coffee Jo Harvelle is the girl for you.
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Until of course he saw the blonde girl.
And then? Well, then he did the most ungraceful double-take known to mankind and possibly the entire universe and if he didn't somehow herniate a disk in the process it was a wonder and a marvel. Because that tiny little blonde girl?
Barbie. In miniature.
Oh dear God.
So, not only had Beelzebob invented a whole new level of hell for the express purpose of sending him to this proverbial little ass-crack of nowhere, he'd somehow magically cloned the -one- person in Sacred Heart that was almost as annoying as the Newbie ( ... )
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"I'm fine," she snapped out snidely. "Because who doesn't want to be sitting on their ass on the sidewalk in the ass crack of the middle of nowhere after being shoved off a Greyhound which is actually slightly better than being on the bus because I was about to throw the kid behind me out the window. So really I'm great."
If you'd like a daily shot of standoffish teenaged ice bitch with your morning coffee Jo Harvelle is the girl for you.
And you're probably insane on some level. Or two.
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