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[theresnodoor]

Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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[tobeclosetohim]

"Well, me, of course."

Jo raised one hand, gesturing to her chest.

"I'd smuggle you nail files in your oranges."

[theresnodoor]

"And I'd come out with a fantastic manicure," Rachel replies smugly, beaming and waving perfect nails.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Like always," Jo laughed.

[theresnodoor]

"Don't be jealous, it's not flattering."

Even if she's suddenly flashing back to slumber parties and homemade manicures done with Cassie or her sisters.

But that's a girl thing, not a warrior thing. And besides, where do you find nail polish in an apocalypse?

"You were just wandering around outside?"

[tobeclosetohim]

In rundown stores! But it might be cracked and drying as they speak!

"I got tired of the city and there not being a new hunt. It's not exciting but its better than looking for someone to make into a stain on the alley cement."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel nods, thoughtful, lips twisting.

"...so can we go do something fun that doesn't end in me getting felt up while you smirk at me?"

No more clubs. Rachel is adamant about this.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo smirked again, just at the reference.

"Yeah. No more clubs for you." Beat. "Did you have something in mind?"

[theresnodoor]

Rachel smirked and shook her head, despite the reference. "The last time I went out for fun was years ago, and there aren't even any movie theaters around. Or I could go back a few more years and try to remember what I did at my last slumber party. Or," she smirked evilly, "we could go shopping, I know how you love that."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo grimaced.

"So we're having a slumber party the boys will never hear about."

[theresnodoor]

Laughing at her choice, Rachel nods. "And if they do, I'm sending them to you. I don't want to hear all the whining about pajamas and pillow fights."

She grins, excited, relieved, a distraction that wasn't constant motion and would be fun.

She tapped her chin with a finger and frowned thoughtfully. "I'm thinking bubblegum pink for your nail polish and pigtails when I do your hair."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Where I'll get to cut your hair in your sleep and freeze your bra."

Jo doesn't look entirely comfortable with this, but she's keeping up anyway.

[theresnodoor]

"No permanent damage," Rachel warns her, lifting a finger - and then blinks and glances down at herself.

"...you think I wear a bra with this?"

The morphing top is her bra. She might be bigger than she was 16, but that wasn't hard to do.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's giving her chest an partly uncomfortable once over.

Rachel's hot, which everyone knows, but Jo's not in the habit of checking it.

Especially when it reminds her of Dean talking about Rachel being too hot recently.


"Okay, fine. No hair cutting. I'll dip your hand in warm water and pelt you with skittles. And subject you to Truth or Dare."

[theresnodoor]

"Ha, I rule at Truth or Dare," Rachel boasts happily. "And eat all your Skittles."

She grins and walks back up to the road, nodding her head toward the city. "I'd be careful with the pranks unless you want me to follow through on my cockroach threat."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo smirked. "I'll tell a beautiful eulogy at your funeral."

[theresnodoor]

"'That bitch got what she deserved' doesn't count as a eulogy."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo laughs, having to choke it back.

"I do love my boots."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel grins at her, moving to let Jo walk on the road while she took the grass, bare feet not doing well on the gravel. "Hey, I've been stomped, it's way overrated. Don't forget the cockroach is just one morph."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Well, at least I didn't love my space much already," Jo said, making a face, even as she stepped on to the road, casting a glance toward the city.

They'd be wanting her sometime soon.

Dean was being an idiot about Rachel.

[theresnodoor]

Dean was being an idiot.

Tobias was being difficult.

"In this city, what's to love?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Free random alcohol, food, work, crowds, dancing, malls, sex; nothing.

"Got me. Works as a place to sleep only."

[theresnodoor]

"And occasionally shop and fight."

Though the food wasn't bad.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Sometimes."

Jo's done too much in this town in too little time.

But she's the only one who knows how much.

"I should head back in."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel glances over, arching a brow. "Into what?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Town? My place? Sleep before they arrive at dawn with the plan to make me leave the darkness?" She maybe be smirking slightly, except it's probably true.