1st Drink | Video | Day 60

[justrunsasaloon]

[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.]

Comments

[justrunsasaloon]

[But she's not an idiot...]

Dean get you back for Florida?

[hung_garian]

You could say that. Personally I think it was a bit of an overreaction.

[justrunsasaloon]

Dean? Can't say I'd ever expect that.

[She'll point out that she's got a concussion from being exploded.]

[hung_garian]

Well, he's a Trickster now. He might be doing an awful lot of things you wouldn't expect. Awful lot of people you wouldn't expect, too, if he's following my example on that too.

[justrunsasaloon]

Thought you only did it to those that deserved it?

[Why is she talking to him? Because it keeps her awake and keeps her focused. She needs that right now.]

[hung_garian]

If you mean the torture and death, well, 'deserving it' is subjective. Especially when you're as cracked as Dean was to start with, I mean, come on...

[He twists a finger at his temple, and makes a cuckoo sound.]

Can you really say you never did anything to piss him off?

[justrunsasaloon]

If I did, he never said anything about it.

[Scared of her? Maybe? Abuse it? Absolutely.]

[hung_garian]

Well, if you did, I imagine he'll have something to say about it now.

[justrunsasaloon]

Think I paid my dues. No matter how much of an asshole he tries to become.

[Bleeding, with nails sticking out of her flesh? She's paid her dues.]

[hung_garian]

Yeah, well, you're not the only one who mighta thought that.

[Personally he'd thought getting himself killed would've helped a little, but apparently not. Or perhaps it had, since the worst that's happened to him is food poisoning, a bruised arm and a minor electric shock. By anyone's reckoning he deserves a lot worse.]

But maybe he'll take pity, who knows? And hey, if he's got any healing capabilities, maybe he can do something about your...

[he doesn't even know where to start, so he just waves a hand vaguely]

your general state of being.

[justrunsasaloon]

[If she knew he'd died, she'd agreed, but she was already dead then.]

Here's hopin' he does. Or at least can come help drag the nails out of my arms. Another angel is on its way. Maybe that'll help.

[She doesn't hold out high hopes.]

[hung_garian]

Can't hurt.

[Well, unless the angel in question is Lucifer, but he's assuming even a friend of the Winchesters' would recognise that asking Lucifer for medical help might not be the best idea ever.]

[justrunsasaloon]

We'll see. Right now, I just want to see Dean.

[hung_garian]

Well, I don't have him. You go find him yourself if you're so fussed on a reunion. I think there's probably a field of poppies somewhere that you can run through.

[He looks at her again, considering.]

Well, try to run through.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Her mouth might twitch a bit. Maybe.]

Runnin' through poppies isn't my style. Sitting down for a beer, that I can do.

[hung_garian]

Then you're in luck. Dean practically lives in the bar... though I think cocktails or champagne might be more his cup of tea at the moment. I'd take advantage of the opportunity for a decent drink, if I was you.