Ellen Harvelle (
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1st Drink | Video | Day 60
[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.
Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.
She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.
The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.
Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]
If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?
[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]
Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.
She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.
The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.
Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]
If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?
[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]
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Firstly, it's not Heaven. Got a bunch of feathery jerks, lacking fluffy white clouds and rainbows.
Secondly, Military Barbie Doll™ isn't here.
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Demon bitch.
[She wants to say more, but she's too stunned to think of what it might be.]
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Quite the firework display.
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[Because she knows she did. Something in her heart tells her that of all that happened, the hounds were kept away from Dean and Sam.]
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[Not that he disagrees, but he's grouchy at the moment, and that makes him even more inclined than usual to stir up as much trouble as he can.]
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[Killed hellhounds, sacrificed herself trying to prevent the apocalypse... you know, typical hero bullshit.]
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Stay where you are and don't sleep. There are medics around somewhere. Someone will find you. [He'd actually be willing to help, himself. It's a testament to his innate sense of compassion that even as a Leviathan he feels some pity for a stranger.
Still, he's not help now. He's just a monster.]
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[Castiel? She thinks, maybe. Or maybe it was one of the many nightmares that plagued her before Carthage.]
You know where I can get some supplies. Not looking forward to a sawbones working on me. I've patched up worse.
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[ He doesn't let himself think about a lot of things and watching Dean's family die around him, helping some of it along, that's part of it, because it's his fault that Dean's lost so much. It isn't only his fault, but he certainly hadn't helped Ellen or Jo. ]
Where are--I'll find someone to come find you. Dean's here, too.
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Castiel? I'm at the fountain. Ain't managed to make it to the pharmacy or the bar. Yet.
[She wants to ask, she needs to, but she doesn't. Because everything hurts and she's not sure she could face Jo, if her baby girl is here, without clinging to her and never letting go.]
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Or someone else who can help you. What's the last thing you remember?
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[Raphael is looking down at his wrist, Raphael appears upside down.]
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[He's in the pharmacy, as luck would have it. There's even some bandages stuck to him.
Ok a lot of them.]
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[ Why do these people keep popping up when he doesn't know what his feelings are doing, like, ever? Not that he's ever that in tune with them, but especially now. ]
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[Relief, and worry, and pain. But boy is she glad to see you.]
Fountain. Trying to make it to the pharmacy to get these damned wounds patched up. Where are you?
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Hey, don't mind me sayin' but you don't look so hot, doll. You found a doctor?
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[She's tired and just wants a shower.]
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Yeah, a couple came and gave me a hand. Appreciate the thought, though.
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That's good to hear. Some of the people here are nice.
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