Abilities/Powers: Jo is a Hunter, but human. She has no supernatural abilities. Jo is, however, knowledgeable about how to deal with the usual monsters and demons. She is a very good shot and comfortable with guns and knives at the least. She also has an understanding of field first aid and knows how to scavenge for useful items. Items/Weapons: Her father's knife, her handy-dandy shotgun, and a generic silver zippo if allowed. Sample Entry: [The face that pops up on everyone's cell phone is young but worried and obviously pissed off. It matches the voice that follows.]
Okay, so the phones work. Last time I looked around I wasn't in a half-destroyed abandoned town. Just an empty one.
Someone clue me in. Where's Haven? How the hell did I get here? [She takes a breath here, shifting something long that she has sat across her lap. She glances around the room again, finally returning her gaze to the phone.] Anyone seen a woman named Ellen? Hell, I'll even take a pair of brothers going' by Dean and Sam, if they're around. [She couldn't be here alone, right? Whatever made her end up here should have brought them. It couldn't have just been after her.]
Sample Entry Two: The elevator was more inviting than she would ever admit. The interior, though obviously worn and filthy, managed to look warm and friendly. Maybe that should have been her first reason not to step into it, but her explorer's heart got the better of her.
She stepped inside, only planning to see if there was anything useful hiding in the corners - perhaps food or even a makeshift weapon she could take back to the apartments. Surely nothing could happen in an elevator. The city didn't seem to have power. She figured it would be harmless.
But, somehow, despite the smashed in control panel and apparent lack of power, the instant her left foot reached its normal place next to her right, the elevator doors noisily pulled closed behind her. She whirled desperately, hoping there was time to leap through the doors before she ended up stuck in an elevator alone without anyone realizing it. She was too late. The doors snapped flush together just as she held a hand out to try to stop them, enveloping her in complete darkness. That didn't make sense. If there was enough power to shut the doors, why wasn't there some sort of lighting? She would take even the sickly glow of emergency lighting. She just wanted to be able to see.
She dropped her hand, taking a deep breath before she kicked the elevator doors as hard as she could. The thud echoed through the rusted box, but the doors refused to open. She cursed under her breath and tried again. The sound echoed again, answered by a rusty squeak as the elevator dropped a few sickening feet. This couldn't be happening, not to her, not in this city she had been yanked into without her consent.
Jo took a deep breath, immediately pulling her knife from its resting spot at the small of her back to attempt to use it to pry the doors open just enough for her to slip through. She could get out. She had to get out. She'd escaped from H.H. Holmes' ghost for crying out loud. This elevator couldn't be any worse.
If she could just get it open enough to slide through, she'd be fine. She knew that. It was an elevator! What was the worst that could happen? She took another deep breath to steady her hands and took a careful step forward. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally send the elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft, wherever the hell that ended up being. Granted, she was reasonably sure that if the brakes did fail, she'd be dead – or too wounded actually get out. She didn't want either possibility. She just wanted to get out of the damn elevator and back to the apartments.
Jo was reluctant to resort to using her lighter at the moment. She was stuck in an elevator, what would there even be to see? The same dirty but blank walls? The water stained ceiling? She didn't need to see to find the seam for the doors.
She lifted her free hand to slide them over the doors, searching for the dip between the doors, barely breathing in her attempt to concentrate on staying still enough not to accidentally send the elevator downwards, even if in the back of her head there were competing voices – one telling her she was going to die, the other reminding her that she could get out of this if she just thought it out.
Her fingers brushed against the line where the two doors met. Her heart leapt in her chest and she lifted her knife to pry the doors open. Her heart leapt again, this time in concert with a sinking in the pit of her stomach as it suddenly washed over her that the elevator had started moving without a sound. The pace was too controlled for it to be failed brakes.
It was a controlled descent and she wasn't controlling it.
o Harvelle | Supernatural | Reserved | 2/2
Items/Weapons: Her father's knife, her handy-dandy shotgun, and a generic silver zippo
if allowed.Sample Entry:
[The face that pops up on everyone's cell phone is young but worried and obviously pissed off. It matches the voice that follows.]
Okay, so the phones work. Last time I looked around I wasn't in a half-destroyed abandoned town. Just an empty one.
Someone clue me in. Where's Haven? How the hell did I get here? [She takes a breath here, shifting something long that she has sat across her lap. She glances around the room again, finally returning her gaze to the phone.] Anyone seen a woman named Ellen? Hell, I'll even take a pair of brothers going' by Dean and Sam, if they're around. [She couldn't be here alone, right? Whatever made her end up here should have brought them. It couldn't have just been after her.]
Sample Entry Two:
The elevator was more inviting than she would ever admit. The interior, though obviously worn and filthy, managed to look warm and friendly. Maybe that should have been her first reason not to step into it, but her explorer's heart got the better of her.
She stepped inside, only planning to see if there was anything useful hiding in the corners - perhaps food or even a makeshift weapon she could take back to the apartments. Surely nothing could happen in an elevator. The city didn't seem to have power. She figured it would be harmless.
But, somehow, despite the smashed in control panel and apparent lack of power, the instant her left foot reached its normal place next to her right, the elevator doors noisily pulled closed behind her. She whirled desperately, hoping there was time to leap through the doors before she ended up stuck in an elevator alone without anyone realizing it. She was too late. The doors snapped flush together just as she held a hand out to try to stop them, enveloping her in complete darkness. That didn't make sense. If there was enough power to shut the doors, why wasn't there some sort of lighting? She would take even the sickly glow of emergency lighting. She just wanted to be able to see.
She dropped her hand, taking a deep breath before she kicked the elevator doors as hard as she could. The thud echoed through the rusted box, but the doors refused to open. She cursed under her breath and tried again. The sound echoed again, answered by a rusty squeak as the elevator dropped a few sickening feet. This couldn't be happening, not to her, not in this city she had been yanked into without her consent.
Jo took a deep breath, immediately pulling her knife from its resting spot at the small of her back to attempt to use it to pry the doors open just enough for her to slip through. She could get out. She had to get out. She'd escaped from H.H. Holmes' ghost for crying out loud. This elevator couldn't be any worse.
If she could just get it open enough to slide through, she'd be fine. She knew that. It was an elevator! What was the worst that could happen? She took another deep breath to steady her hands and took a careful step forward. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally send the elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft, wherever the hell that ended up being. Granted, she was reasonably sure that if the brakes did fail, she'd be dead – or too wounded actually get out. She didn't want either possibility. She just wanted to get out of the damn elevator and back to the apartments.
Jo was reluctant to resort to using her lighter at the moment. She was stuck in an elevator, what would there even be to see? The same dirty but blank walls? The water stained ceiling? She didn't need to see to find the seam for the doors.
She lifted her free hand to slide them over the doors, searching for the dip between the doors, barely breathing in her attempt to concentrate on staying still enough not to accidentally send the elevator downwards, even if in the back of her head there were competing voices – one telling her she was going to die, the other reminding her that she could get out of this if she just thought it out.
Her fingers brushed against the line where the two doors met. Her heart leapt in her chest and she lifted her knife to pry the doors open. Her heart leapt again, this time in concert with a sinking in the pit of her stomach as it suddenly washed over her that the elevator had started moving without a sound. The pace was too controlled for it to be failed brakes.
It was a controlled descent and she wasn't controlling it.