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entrancelogs2017-01-18 08:58 pm
lightgunhustler) wrote in entrancelogs2017-01-18 08:58 pm
[OPEN] She don't wait to begin, she bets on long shots;
Who: Jo (Harvelle) Lauchlan & you!
Where: The bar, the shooting range, the training center.
When: 1/17
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Spring is still a ways off, but Jo has contracted a bad case of cabin fever.
The Story:
Where: The bar, the shooting range, the training center.
When: 1/17
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Spring is still a ways off, but Jo has contracted a bad case of cabin fever.
The Story:
[Weeks have now passed, but the events that residents of Wonderland had experienced over the holiday season are still weighing heavily on Jo’s mind. She’s always been one of the most insistent residents when it comes to defending staying in Wonderland as being a valid choice, but Christmas had left her shaken. As much as she wants to stay, she doesn't want her future to look like that-- empty and with no memory of what made her who she was.
She spends the first part of the day in the bar as per usual, heading in early to take care of some so-called housekeeping-- salt beneath the floorboards in front of the doors and windows are a must, and she makes sure that all of the usual supplies are still in place behind the bar itself. Wonderland, after all, is home to all kinds of people, not all of them necessarily human, and while circumstances have forced her to be a little more lenient on who walks through those doors than she would be back home, she doesn't believe in leaving the people who help her run the place unprotected. The bar has seen enough bloodshed over the years, and she refuses to leave any blatant openings for an encore. Holy water, vervain, salt rounds and other various hunter stand-bys are all topped off and put in their place as necessary. Once noon rolls around, she'll be serving people as needed, doing what she can to keep herself busy, but eventually the itch to throw herself into something more involving takes over, and she lets the bar go self-serve for the afternoon, or at least until Simon or Cami make their way there to take over for her.
The first place she heads to is the shooting range. The last time she'd been down here, she'd mostly been spotting for Clint, though she'd gotten in some time with her rifle. Truth be told, she didn't have a whole lot of opportunities to use it these days, although she always made sure it was fully loaded and well-cared for in the even that she did need it. Today, however, she opts for something different-- she shows up with a recurve bow and a quiver full of arrows. It's been a long, long time since she's given archery much thought, but it's a skill she doesn't want to fall out of her repertoire. More than that, with all of this thinking about memories and how they contribute to who a person is, archery reminds her of her dad, and spending countless hours in the field out behind their house, shooting at the straw-stuffed targets he'd put together for her.
She'll stay out and practice until her arms start to grow stiff and the cold starts to feel more miserable than it's worth, at which point she'll head in. The evening will find her in the training center, mostly working over a couple of dummies and one of the hanging bags to keep herself in fighting shape, but she'll be happy to spar with anyone looking for a partner-- just don't expect her to pull punches. In addition, she'll make herself available to anyone she's discussed doing a little hunter training with in the last few weeks, more than happy to put all of her focus into helping someone else rather than dwelling on what's bothering her.]
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[That's just asking for trouble.]
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[Naoki's certainly willing to try it.]
It can't be any worse than anything I've had to drink before.
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[She smiles wryly, reaching to grab him a mug and fill it from the tap, sliding it across the bar to him a moment later.]
Give that a shot?
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[He accepts the mug and smells at it before taking a drink. He doesn't grimace at the taste, but he does frown a little as he considers it. He wasn't really sure what he was expecting, but this seems about right. It tastes like it smells, anyway.]
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[She frowns, squinting one eye closed.]
I'd avoid the "Fruminous Bandersnatch" for now. It's not bad, but for someone who's new to drinking, it'll probably floor you.
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So why is there a bar in a place like this anyway? Or any of these places people have set up, actually... I keep finding them.
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[He's been back a few times since then, but it's never been quite the same. Philip, too, had co-founded the bar with Dean, and Jo would have felt like it was disrespectful to him to abandon the place, too.]
For me, it's kind of like having a little bit of home here? I used to help my mom run a place like this. It's something familiar, and having a job and some kind of routine to go through every day-- it makes this place feel a little more normal. I think I might go crazy otherwise.
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[He doesn't have one at home--didn't before everything got weird, anyway--but he was still a student, so no one really expected him to.]
I noticed that's one of the things that's hard about being here. Not knowing what to do with my time. At home it was more like I couldn't wait to not have anything to do, and here I almost look forward to events.
[That's not quite true. He actually likes having stuff to do, so he only rarely wanted to do nothing at home.]
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[Not everyone is a workaholic like she is, but she's known some folks who are pretty laid-back who still wanted to find a way to give themselves some structure.]
What did you do back home?
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I used to be a student...