✘ Jo Harvelle | 001 | Video/Possible Action | Day 74

[lightgunhustler]

[The young woman peering into the camera looks more than a little worse for wear, her lower lip split open and the side of her face streaked with dried blood. She rakes her hair away from her face, revealing a long but shallow cut on her forehead, no doubt responsible for at least some of the blood, though there's too much for that to be her only injury.

She rubs the heel of her hand against her eye, grimacing as she sets her jaw, giving a quick, anxious glance over her right shoulder before turning her attention back to the video feed.]

Whatever's going on, I'm not laughing. If there's anyone out there who can offer an explanation, I'm all ears.

[A communication device meant that someone had to be out there listening, didn't it? Honestly, she doubts anyone thinks this is some kind of joke. She's pretty sure she hadn't made it out of that hardware store alive. So what the hell was this?

It wasn't like any afterlife she'd ever imagined.

She looks hesitant, biting at her lower lip for a moment before speaking again.]

Mom? Sam, Dean?

[They'd been there. They couldn't have gotten far before -- well. Before this. It was worth asking, wasn't it? Whatever was going on, she'd feel a lot better knowing they were in this together. Or maybe it really was some kind of run-down afterlife. Maybe she really was alone.

God. She hoped not.]

Comments

[lightgunhustler]

[Her gaze narrows sharply. Okay. Not about to let Meg see just how much that last bit is bothering her, true or not.]

You seem awfully cheerful about all this.

[foundacause]

[ Hey! Jo had her chance. ] I can think of worse ways to spend an evening.

So, I hear you and your mommy had an explosive time in Carthage...

[lightgunhustler]

Clever.

[She's not amused. Not even a little.]

How long have you been waiting to use that one?

[foundacause]

[ Oh, come on Jo. It was too good not to use. ]

Oh, it's been years, Blondie.

So, the rescue party running to your aid or should I pop on over?

[lightgunhustler]

[Years? That was interesting -- but she wasn't about to go off asking Meg for clarification, of all people. No, thanks. She'll pass.

She presses her lips into a thin line. Flippancy doesn't sit well with her. Not when she's already pissed.]

If you come anywhere near me, it'll be the last thing you do.

[foundacause]

You really think you're in any position to threaten me? What you going to do? Bleed on me?

Exorcise me? Won't do much good. See, there's no fast track to Hell here, sugar. All you'd do is pull me from this squishy little meatsuit and I'd just head right on back in. Or find another.

[lightgunhustler]

And of course I should believe you because demons are famous for being honest.

[Even if she can't do anything about Meg, she's not going to stand here and let a demon talk to her like that. Especially not this demon.]

[foundacause]

Now that hurts my feelings.

[ Hey! Not her fault Jo got in the way of a hellhound. ]

I've been good to those boys of yours. Very good.

[lightgunhustler]

All I've got is your word. Doesn't mean much.

[She's not even sorry.]

I'll let them speak for themselves on that one.

[foundacause]

You go ahead and do that Sweetcheeks. Let them tell you about all the fun things we've done together.

[lightgunhustler]

You're baiting me. It won't work.

[It totally will.]

[foundacause]

Think what you like, Sugar. Doesn't change the fact that me and the Winchesters are super duper besties. [ That might be a little stretch of the truth, but hey. ]

[lightgunhustler]

Yeah, right. It'll be a cold day in hell before Dean even considers being friends with a demon.

[Especially the one responsible for her death. Right?]

[foundacause]

Better grab your hat and gloves then, Princess.

[lightgunhustler]

I don't have time for this right now.

[That said, she ends the feed. Don't worry, Meg. You'll get more trolling opportunities soon enough.]