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[OPEN/EVENT] Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right;
Who: Jo Harvelle & you!
Where: Throughout Abel Township.
When: August 9th & August 10th
Rating: PG
Summary: As an honorary Abel Runner, Jo is doing her part to help keep things going smoothly around town-- plus snooping.
The Story:
(OOC: If none of the above scenarios work for you, feel free to provide your own! Prose or action are both fine, I'll match you.)
Where: Throughout Abel Township.
When: August 9th & August 10th
Rating: PG
Summary: As an honorary Abel Runner, Jo is doing her part to help keep things going smoothly around town-- plus snooping.
The Story:
[The first couple days of the event, Jo doesn't stray far from Simon, helping out wherever he seems to need her, taking inventory of supplies and assisting in making sure things are being rationed properly down in the mess hall. By the morning of August 9th, she feels comfortable enough with the lay of the land to go her own way.
She starts out at the med tent, looking for any spare first aid supplies that they might be able to keep up at the farmhouse-- just in case. Once she's through there, she goes to take inventory in one of the supply caches, complete with a clipboard and a pen, same as she's prone to do concerning the resistance hideout's stash when Wonderland is just a little bit closer to normal. She'll stop in the mess hall to eat about mid-day, although the plate of beans and canned meet she ends up with looks seriously suspect on top of being meager, and she'll offer the second half of it to anyone who's hungry enough to risk it if they happen to be around. She'll spent the better part of the afternoon on top of the walls and playing lookout. She'd managed to find a shotgun locked away in the farmhouse on the first day and broken it out, although she's saving the ammunition in case of emergency-- can't have any Runners getting grabbed by zombies when they're just about through the gate. When she's not on watch, she'll be mimicking Simon and carrying a baseball bat instead.
On the morning of August 10th, she lets herself into the farmhouse again, without Simon this time. She's heard so much about its proper owner from both Sam and Maxine that it's impossible not to be curious, and while she'd resisted doing any prying and restricted previous use of the house to common areas and borrowing necessities, it's personal things she's looking for now. Simon has never talked about Janine if he could help it, but she knew enough from Sam and Maxine that even without having met her, Jo likes her-- she feels like they would have gotten on well, been great friends despite the occasional clash of wills, and that in itself makes her feel just a little guilty sometimes.
While she's downstairs and nosing around, she's careful to check over her shoulder and make sure she's still alone, slowly walking through and examining various items in what looks like it had once been a comfortable living area. Once she's upstairs, she's a little less careful-- especially when she finds her way to what must be the master bedroom. Once she starts looking through things there, she'll be too engrossed in her private investigation to hear if someone happens to come up the stairs behind her, particularly once she gets her hands on any photos.]
(OOC: If none of the above scenarios work for you, feel free to provide your own! Prose or action are both fine, I'll match you.)
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It's going to take time, just like everything else. She knows that full well-- but it means a lot to her that her mother trusts her judgement. That in itself is a testament to how much their relationship had grown over the years.]
Thank you.
[Even if she hadn't needed Ellen's approval-- she wanted it. She was well beyond the years of stubbornly choosing paths simply because she'd felt like her mother would have frowned at her for them.]
I know it's a lot to take in. I know everything here is, but I hope you'll get to know him. And-- I'm really glad you're here. [In general, of course, because God she'd wanted nothing more than to see her mother again for the longest time, but also for this.] I don't know how I'd feel about getting married without you there.
[She'd said yes regardless, and she would have continued to go through with it because it was what she wanted-- but it wouldn't be the same without Ellen. It felt right that she should be there.]
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She had seen the way her and Simon had looked at one another and even if she'd been blindsided by the prospect of marriage, she'd have to be blind not to see that they were in love. She would never want Jo to put her life on hold for her sake. She'd always wanted her to do the opposite. ]
I know I pushed you. Hounded you. Told you over and over what to do with your life, but you have to understand... [She pauses.] All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy.
And if you've found that here. Good.
[She squeezed Jo's hand.]
As long as he knows I'm part of the package too and I'll kick his ass if he hurts you.
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I know that's all you wanted for me. Even if I wasn't great at showing it.
[She knows full well where that rebellious streak of hers comes from, knows that she and Ellen butted heads as often as they did because they were so damn alike, even if she'd never wanted to admit it.
She didn't often say as much, but there wasn't a single woman in the world Jo respected more than Ellen Harvelle, even when she was digging her heels in and being as stubborn a daughter as she knew how to be.]
I mean it when I say I'm happy. [And she knows she doesn't have to say it-- Ellen can see that much.] I don't regret anything from back home. I'm still glad I did the job, because it felt right-- but this does, too. After everything that's happened here, I can't imagine life without him. I don't want to.
[Nobody has ever managed to make her feel as safe as Simon has-- and she's never wanted anyone to, not until now. She'd wanted to take care of herself. It had taken time and unfortunate experience to teach her that wasn't necessarily the best way to live, or to be happy.]
You're definitely part of the deal. And if anything goes bad, you can line up right behind me for ass-kicking, because you know I won't take that lyin' down.
[But she smiles when she says it-- clearly, she doesn't think that's ever going to be an issue. Not with him. She's been through enough of that with other people already.]
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She swallows, pressing her lips together because she doesn't think she can speak without her voice giving away her true feelings. She may have come to terms with Jo's decision, even supported it, but that doesn't mean she doesn't regret that she couldn't talk her into another kind of life.
But here she is, living something in between what Ellen wanted for her and what she chose for herself and Ellen thinks maybe she can get behind this. She can see that every word she's saying is the God's honest truth. She loves Simon. Wants to make the most out of what she's got left. And Ellen can't stand in the way of that.
She smirks and nods, her voice is steady when she speaks.]
Alright. I can get behind that.
[ She picks up the burger and takes a bite. ]
He does know that he's still got to ask my permission, doesn't he?
[ But her eyes are shining with amusement as she glances over at Jo for her reaction. ]
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Good. It means a lot, you know.
[She laughs, taking a pull of her beer.]
I could not-so-gently remind him, if you want. Be kinda fun to watch, actually. Think he's afraid of you.
[Jo will never stop thinking that guys being terrified of her mother is hilarious.]
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[ She's smiling though, if anything because it's good to hear the sound of Jo's laugh. She's only kidding about making Simon ask for her permission, they're both grown adults, but she also doesn't mind the idea of making him squirm a little.
Being a mother is more of a power trip than she ever thought it would be.]
Do it. He needs to know the kind of family he's marrying into.
[ She took another bite of her burger. ]
How'd you two meet up anyway?
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[It feels good to be laughing and teasing about this with her, like their lives are almost normal, like that encounter with the hellhounds in Missouri had never happened and they were back home in Nebraska. Like the roadhouse had never burned down and their lives hadn't been derailed by it. Jo had already been gone by then-- but she'd always thought that home would be there to return to. It had been a sobering experience when it wasn't.]
It was during an event, not long after he got here. [She smiles wryly as she thinks back. She'd had a rough run of it not long before then, and she and Dean hadn't been getting along so great.] There was a dance? School dance-- long story, but everyone was younger than they are now, just for a few days, unless they were already teenagers. I got stood up and Simon thought it would've been an awful shame if I spent the whole night pissed off. Cheered me up some. He came by the bar a couple of weeks later and offered to help out-- I was having a rough time then. Needed a friend. His timing was good.
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Still, it's a sweet story and it goes a long way in warming her up to the idea of Simon. Seeing how he acts around her now is one thing. Learning about how he acted in the beginning is something else. She's just sorry she wasn't here to see it. Or maybe she had been and just didn't remember. ]
I'm glad he was here for you, then.
[ She reaches for another fry. ]
Did I ever tell you about how me and your father met? He used to have this '72 gold camaro. Fast car. [She paused.] Small backseat.
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[She grins, leaning back in her seat with her burger in hand, making herself more comfortable-- settling in for the long haul, as it were.]
Gold camaro, huh. No wonder you couldn't resist.
[Though she's not sure she wants to imagine what her parents probably did in that small backseat. She smirks, reaching for her beer.]
Tell me the whole thing. I've got all afternoon.
[She'll stay there and talk as long as Ellen will have her, really.]