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[of-knowledge.livejournal.com]

Jo and Pakamon are in one of the overgrown fields not yet reclaimed by the Cooper farm.

The little catlike Digimon is applying a wrench enthusiastically to an overgrown monstrosity of a motorbike, which gives an occasional mournful whistle in response, accompanied by a gout of vaguely funny-smelling steam.

Her human, on the other hand, is keeping watch. And by keeping watch we mean sitting on the ground, leaning back against the rear wheel of the steambike, and dozing off.

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[jonadarkhair.livejournal.com]

It's past midnight, and Jona can't sleep.

It's not the first time.

But, you know, she doesn't mind being awake. Being awake means she doesn't have to dream, and her dreams still leave her shaking and scared and more tired than she was before. (Nobody heals from a death sentence at Highgate Prison just like that. Nobody heals, just like that, from feeling the noose around their throat.) (But she hasn't told anyone. Telling people, she reasons, would upset them. She's one of those annoyingly stoic people who'll pretend not to be ill until they drop dead of it.)

She still loves the sting of the night air on her cheeks (if you look closely, they're tracked with water) and the endless expanse of fields and sky around her reminding her that she's free. So she's wandered, and wandered, until she's reached a faraway field, and the farmhouse is reduced to a black silhouette on a black expanse, discernable only by the way it hides the stars.

[Plot Locked to Rachel]

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo gets out of the Caroline as soon as they hit the edge of the Metropolis.

It doesn't matter that she's bleeding in too many places. It doesn't matter that Jack gives her a look, even knowing the catatonic girl in the back seat can't be abandoned. What matters is she's lost her hold on needing to shoot a demon or a beaten little girl, who may be exactly the same things, and neither of those is looking like a bad option any longer. But one of them is, and one of them is right, and she knows it isn't her.

She stares at the tail lights until they fade.

Wanting to fall to her knees, she starts limping walking.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph and Sokka left the farm early today, missing the dramas that are unfolding there tonight.

Currently, they're in Metropolis. Sokka is asleep in their "borrowed" apartment - or was, when Steph left, at approximately 2am. Now she is, of course, standing on top of a building, cape billowing, and frowning through her mask at the skyline.

(She totally left Sokka a note, though. It said: I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk and to grab some air. Love you. Back soon! Because that won't make him suspicious at all.)



There's someone she wants to see. She's just not sure if it's a good idea.

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean is also in Metropolis, in a much better mood. He and Sammy have staked an apartment close to the outskirts (but not too far from the city) and he's currently raiding every house in that street for knives, booze or weaponry. Most of the gun shops have been looted by now, but he's sure that there'll still be weapons in people's houses - pistols, rifles, silver knives, dried-up garlic, whatever, he's good.

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