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shatterverse2008-09-09 12:53 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in shatterverse2008-09-09 12:53 pm
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Nebraska
[OOS: In which there is a road trip, monster fighting, and more than anyone asked for.]
In the middle of nowhere Nebraska, at a place hunters once knew well, there are fires turning the low horizon a blurring orange and red and above it the sky a fume of rolling black. There's no people to see it for miles and miles, states and states, and the two people who set the fires don't care about that part much.
They've got weapons if it attracts attention.
Jo stayed outside long enough to see the faces and bodies on the first pyre, the specific one she hadn't had to set up but she had set fire to herself, before abandoning all four lit pyres to go inside and bleach the bar top. She wasn't staying, she wouldn't and she couldn't, but she needed to be moving.
Jack remained to watch the fires burn, singing a sweet, compassionate ditty to honour fallen warriors - in his high, very womanly singing voice. The last few strains tailed off as the fires reached their peak and then there was just a pirate standing with his back to the bar, watching the smoke and standing guard simultaneously.
[Feel free to tag Jack & Jo, or Jack or Jo separately. Warnings for slows and very slows from me, as I'm working, but this is open and will slowtime until all good things come to fruition.]
In the middle of nowhere Nebraska, at a place hunters once knew well, there are fires turning the low horizon a blurring orange and red and above it the sky a fume of rolling black. There's no people to see it for miles and miles, states and states, and the two people who set the fires don't care about that part much.
They've got weapons if it attracts attention.
Jo stayed outside long enough to see the faces and bodies on the first pyre, the specific one she hadn't had to set up but she had set fire to herself, before abandoning all four lit pyres to go inside and bleach the bar top. She wasn't staying, she wouldn't and she couldn't, but she needed to be moving.
Jack remained to watch the fires burn, singing a sweet, compassionate ditty to honour fallen warriors - in his high, very womanly singing voice. The last few strains tailed off as the fires reached their peak and then there was just a pirate standing with his back to the bar, watching the smoke and standing guard simultaneously.
[Feel free to tag Jack & Jo, or Jack or Jo separately. Warnings for slows and very slows from me, as I'm working, but this is open and will slowtime until all good things come to fruition.]
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The scent of bleach was noxious but ignorable.
"Then we can get the fuck away from here."
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"We're ready."
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Outside, with the scent of smoke and burned flesh, wasn't better but it was more open.
She raked without looking at it, meticulously in a fashion that showed it was not the first time she'd done it.
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He doesn't look at her the entire time, at least, no more than usual. But he does have to fight the urge to draw close to her.
This was supposed to be fun. And he'd curse the god that brought her her if he thought it'd work.
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"Back to Kansas, Toto," Jo muttered to herself when they were done. A smear of ash was on her cheek. She nodded to the car.
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Jack pauses, lifting a calloused thumb gently towards her cheek to wipe the ash away.
The corner of his mouth twitches, finding something to be fond about even in that moment.
"The road again."
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"Home."
The word was hollow, meaningless enough.
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"Aye," he concedes, firing up the engine.
"Home."
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"No."
She blinked, surprised it had come out.
Not willing to say she wasn't ready to go back to white picket fence world. Not willing to beg for something she could eviscerate.
Her lips twisted and she looked over at Jack.
"Go north or east and west. We said we were going to look for things. We could see if anything else is out here."
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"Aye-aye," he says happily. "We can find something."
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