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[tobeclosetohim]

Metropolis isn't Jo's scene (it's too metropolitan) but she still hasn't left.




She just breathes in and out, head not falling, copper eyes alert, hips swinging with each steps as she helps with the early evening clean up of a hole in the wall bar n' club she's spent far too many days in.

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel's jaw clenches. It doesn't seem to matter if the laugh makes it out or not, the insult is there all the same, and her single-word response comes out through clenched teeth: "Good."

Her chair squeaks in protest when she shoves it back and gets to her feet. "I'll hang around another day or two and then I'm getting out of here."

And Jo can do what she likes with that information.

Personally? Rachel's gotta go find something to beat the ever-living shit out of right now.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looked back, aloof calmness touching her expression again.

She could shove that honest admission back into the dark.

"Good. It'll give me time to locate a machete."

[theresnodoor]

Someone that looks like Rachel could never be described as grunting.

But until someone makes up a more delicate synonym, that'll have to explain the noise she just made as she 'stomped' her way out.