November 2011
embraced-the-life:
Anytime /Gordon tries to hide his shock at hearing Jo say thank you, gulping down the last of his beer and getting to his feet/ I take it that’s my cue to leave, but you know kiddo, you’re always welcome to crash on my sofa if you need a place to get away to.
/he shrugs and walks back over to the table, shrugging on his jacket and picking up his duffle/ Thanks for patching...
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/Gordon pushes himself up, keeping the straw between his fingers while he sips at his glass, smiling at her/ Nah, it doesn’t surprise me to see you drinking or hunting, but sometimes I forget you aren’t a worry free kid no more.
/he raises an eyebrow to her/ And since when were you in pigtails? I recall you saying you were too old for them. Always the little fighter Jo...
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/he groans again for good measure, grabbing the straw and chewing on it thoughtfully/ Well we aren’t all as bat shit insane as you, and we take it easy when we’re hurt.
/Gordon turns his head to look at Jo, watching her fix their drinks/ Sometimes I forget how grown up you are Jo Beth.
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” Pushing the cool glass...
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Jo’d found herself feeling awkward upstairs...
embraced-the-life:
/Gordon finishes off his glass, pulling out another twenty and pushing it towards Jo/ I think that calls for another two pints. Jo Beth, we both know your mother is no more than a phone call away, call her.
/he slumps against the bar, laughing out in pain when he forgets his damn wound. it was in such a fucking awkward place too, just above his waist, so that any move apart...
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/Gordon thinks about it, easily conjuring up the image of Ellen screaming bloody murder at Jo, demanding to know “just what in the hell is going through your pretty little head?!” he pulls a straight face and looks at Jo with the upmost sincerity/ Well she’s probably cut off my head, stick it on a pike and never let you outta her sight again.
“Not even just...
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/Gordon can’t help the grin on his face/ You didn’t moon over the little Winchester like you did over me Dollface. And a mother always knows best.
/he scratches at an old scar on his hand, his grin fading to a more sincere smile. it was good to hear the younger hunter laugh/ You’ll always be her little girl Jo Beth, and I was stealing away her little sunshine. She had every...
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/he takes the glass from Jo, chuckling at the memories/ Your mama sure has a strong back hand Jo Beth, I’ll give her that. Give me a hoard of vamps over an angry Ellen any day /Gordon takes a long drink from his glass, winking at the other hunter again when he places it back on the bar/ She was just keeping you away from the big bad hunter wanting to sweep you off your...
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/he laughs again, finding it easy enough to relax/ It’s a classic Jo Beth, and besides, brings back fond memories /Gordon moves back to the stool, sitting down and waiting for Jo to hand him a glass. he has to keep his back straight, taking the pressure off of his wound, but it’s not too much of a hardship/
“Fond memories, huh? Not just getting chased out of the bar...
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/he laughs when she pushes him down onto a bar stool/ Only you, Jo Beth, would tell someone to be careful before manhandling them about. Of course I’m paying for your beer, I can be a gentleman when the mood hits, or when there’s a full moon.
/he grins at her and fishes out a twenty dollar bill, leaving it on the bar for her before slowly moving over to the jukebox,...
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/Gordon is about to spit out a crude remark when he hears Jo’s soft apology, his anger diffusing/ I know you don’t want to talk about it, so why don’t we get ourselves a beer, sick on the juke box and just sit?
/he gently rests his hand on her hair for a second before pushing himself onto his feet with another groan, walking stiffly towards the bar/ I’ll even pay for the...
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/Gordon leans back when Jo has her little outburst, rolling his eyes and groaning when he stretches his stitches a little too far/ I aimed for his fucking head, not my fault he was too damn fast, I was a little thrown off by the lamp he smashed into my face.
/he glares at her when she mentions Anna/ I beg your ever loving pardon Jo Beth? She shouldn’t have stopped me? Crazy...
breakoutthewhiskey:
“No I tell you what, I’m going to go get a motel and give you and me some time because I’m not leaving this area till I know what’s going on with you Jo Beth. You never wanted to stay behind and work the Roadhouse, hell you took off to hunt first chance you got and never looked back. So when you tell me that you want to come back and work it, there’s something that ain’t...
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“Except that you’re living with a whole house full of people I don’t know and on top of that you’re trying to shove your mother out the door as fast as you can. Which I might add is just a bit rude considering the circumstances.” Ellen walks on up the stairs, noting the extra iron and salt as she enters the upstairs seeing what looks to be a normal living area. “Packed on...
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Ellen raises a brow at Jo’s eagerness to return or ship her off. “Something you ain’t tell me?” Getting up she starts around the bar, heading to the back door that will lead upstairs. She’s been here enough in the past to know her way around. “Why don’t you give me tour of the place?”
“Umm…” Trailing after the older woman, Jo tries not to wonder what...
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“That’s good, that you have some place stable and that you’re taking care of yourself.” Ellen relaxes some as she throws back one last drink. “I’m working on it, I found myself standing in the middle of a burnt out hardware store a little over a week ago so, I don’t know I could try and rebuild the roadhouse. I’m sure Singer’s got a spare bed for a while till I find...
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“Well whatever it is you need to get it straight. If you let all this distract you on a hunt and it gets you killed, then I’ll kill you myself. You hear me, I just got you back and I’ll be damned if you let b..girl..relationship troubles get you killed.” Ellen sighs running her hand through her hair. “So where are you living now Jo?”
“I’m good, I promise. When...
breakoutthewhiskey:
“So your what? Just one more human to this angel? Trying out the female of the species? I raised you better than that Jo Beth.” Ellen can’t hide the irritation in her voice from the smartassed reply her daughter gave and then with this new information. “So you and the guy, now it’s the guy and the angel but you said you weren’t sure about her anymore.” She fixes Jo with a...
breakoutthewhiskey:
“Anything else I need to know about Joanna Beth?” Ellen leans against the bar wondering just what on Earth has happened while she was dead. She’s worried about Jo and she looks at her closer. “You said you and the girl, angel, wait, angel?” She rubs her forehead as she looks to Jo. “Okay explain to me how your…doing..that..with an angel. I didn’t think they were like that at...
breakoutthewhiskey:
Ellen listens drinking her shot and then another and then refilling Jo’s glass and her own, picking it up and getting ready to throw this one back. “So you were with a guy and now your not and then your with a girl..and now your not really sure?” Ellen throws the shot back and eyes the bar to see if there is anything stronger behind Jo. “Well I guess if that makes you happy...
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breakoutthewhiskey:
Taking the shot of liquid courage Ellen watches her daughter with a raised brow, simply saying “Uh huh” before reaching over and taking the bottle and refilling Jo’s glass. “Now you want to try and sell me that story again or maybe some beach from property in Arizona?” Jo’s trying to avoid the subject and being dead a year didn’t soften Ellen up, she knew there was something...
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“Angels, strange world we live in now.” Draining the shot glass she slides it back to Jo looking at her and she glances around the bar. “So your living with a fellow now. Any other boys in your life that I might need to take a shotgun too?” She’s curious about her daughters life and it’s easy to feel the mothering instincts to come back, at the Roadhouse everyone knew better...
breakoutthewhiskey:
“Gordon Walker, ain’t that a kick in the pants, if there was one sob that needed to stay dead, it was him. I’m glad the boys are doing okay and that Singer is still kicking around.” Ellen didn’t say anything about the fact Jo had been talking to Walker, she figures she can give her a day before she starts on her. “And just what do you mean on the house, you planning on...
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Picking up the drink Ellen smiles and throws it back, having missed the burn of whiskey as it went down and she set the glass down and slide it back to Jo. “Now let’s try one of those without watering it down with holy water.” She can hear the murmur of the bar going back down to a normal level, she’s sure the gossips already flying over cell phones but that’s alright to...
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Walking back to the bar stool Ellen sat down again glancing around, feeling a familiar pang of loss thinking about the years she spent at the Roadhouse. “So tell me about yourself now Jo? Still hunting?” Jo didn’t look that much older physically but she seemed older, matured compared to just a few years ago when they had fought about her first wanting to hunt.
Jo slid...
breakoutthewhiskey:
“Really Joanna Beth, I taught you how to run a bar better. I’ve been sitting here for five minutes without an offer of a drink.” Ellen’s grinning as she says this getting up and walking over to Jo hugging her tight before stepping back and looking over her daughter. “You’re looking good Jo Beth.”
“I’ll have to talk to the others then. Imagine service slipping...
breakoutthewhiskey:
A week later finds Ellen standing outside of a lake side bar, it’s not the Roadhouse but she figures it will do. It’s the same one her daughter ran away too before, it’s nice to know that somethings didn’t change. Walking inside Ellen notes that it was a mix of what looked like hunters and dock workers, the hunters were the ones that were easy to spot since most knew who she...
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Everyone’s running from something but we...
hackeditoutandfell:
“Or an obsessed stalker more like it.” Anna sighs “If you want to keep this game up Jo then fine, but your missing your chance to yell at me.” Getting up she walks past Jo heading back to the bedroom to finish packing her stuff. She’s tired of this game, of everything really.
“Yelling is what got you into this situation, and I don’t really want to be...
hackeditoutandfell:
“Better offer? Maybe, you could say that, though Gordon Walker’s timing sucks.” Anna glances up at Jo, maybe that would be enough to get her to yell. She’s feeling more and more angry at Jo’s lack of reaction and the not knowing what to do with herself and she’s going to end up saying things she doesn’t want too.
She could feel the scowl forming on her face, trying to keep...
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Anna lets out a tired laugh shaking her head. “Fine, be that way.” Walking over she sits down hard on the couch. She wasn’t going to do this, she didn’t know what she was going to do. She just looks over at Jo and then back down. “Good luck with everything. I won’t be here when you get back.” She rubs her hands over her face and she can feel her finger throb, she had almost...
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Watching Jo walk away Anna swallows and she walks to the bedroom taking out her shoes, thinking absently she needed to get more, she really just had this pair of hiking boots left. She hadn’t seen Lily so she could just leave like she wanted and she didn’t want to stay there and she just wanted Jo to yell at her and throw her out, get it over with. Walking back to the...
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“You don’t have to do that..” Anna’s barely talking at a volume that can be heard. She hasn’t moved out of the bathroom because Jo’s in the door and the just casual manner that Jo is talking in is stressing her out more than if Jo was actually trying to kill her for what happened. “I’m sure Lily and I can find some place in town or something..”
Jo shakes her head, trying...
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Anna throws the stuff into the box haphazardly and she stands up turning around and grabbing her shirt, pulling it over her head, the turtle neck covering everything before she turns to put everything back. “I’ll be out here soon.” She hates the fact Jo hasn’t start to yell yet, she’s sure Gordon has had time to tell Jo everything and she knows how to handle Jo when she’s...
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Anna jumped a mile at the sound of Jo’s voice and the tubes of anti-biotic ointment she was looking for fell the floor along with most of the first aid kit. Anna had managed a shower and she was standing in fresh clothes and just a bra, taking care of the bite marks. The towel around her shoulders kept the worst hid and she bends down to pick up the stuff. “I found what I...
hackeditoutandfell:
Gray couldn’t have just moved them a few blocks over, no he took them to the other side of the city and Duluth is a large city. Anna was already tired and then her activities with Gray hadn’t been exactly good for resting and then the walk back, she was certain people were thinking she was a bit drunk because she wasn’t really walking in a straight line anymore. The bar...
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Supernatural RP - Players Welcome
themostlaidbackmodaccountever:
Hi guys!
We are looking for some new players to join our little Supernatural RP family.
We already have the following characters (list can be found HERE) so basically if you want to play a character who isn’t on the list then send us a PM to this here mod account and we can get you put on the list :D There are plenty of fun characters available to be played,...
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theevilanon asked: /gropes Hmmmm... No between the two humans, Harry has the nicer ass.
embraced-the-life:
I owe you Jo Beth, for this at least, so how about you talk and I sit here and listen. You never know, it might help /he shrugs, resting his elbows on his knees and watching the other hunter/ If you must know, I shot him in the shoulder, threw iron filings over him and managed to get in a few punches with the iron rings on. Red tried to stop him from killing me, but didn’t...
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/he snorts/ Yeah well scuse me if I don’t believe you, you look about ready to keel over Jo Beth /he pulls on his top, walking over to the bar and grabbing a bottle of water before moving back to Jo and pulling her over to the booth/ Sit down and drink this.
/he pulls up a chair and takes a seat next to her/ Okay, talk to me.
Jo snorts when she’s pushed and pulled...
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/Gordon gingerly sits up, grimacing when he sees the state of his t-shirt/ Thanks Jo Beth, I appreciate it /he strips off his top, lifting his duffel up onto the table and rummaging through for a clean one/ Look I know I’m the last person you would want to hear about Red from, but I’m not about to lie to you kiddo.
/he turns to face her, holding a dark t-shirt in his hands/...
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/Gordon has to clench his jaw when Jo catches the edge of the knife wound, concentrating on the had resting on his stomach instead/ Who do you think it was, your little Red. I was following her cause I got the feeling the shadow would turn up, I was right of course. I waited until they were “finished” before busting in, I would have been fine but the little spitfire got out...
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/Gordon let’s her dictate where he sits, not really caring where she puts him, so long as he gets fixed up, although sitting up is a little difficult so he lays back on the table, letting her yank up his shirt to inspect the wound/ Some kind of floozy, hah that’s a laugh. No she’s someone you know.
/he hisses when she begins to clean the wound, letting his head fall onto...