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Post by liz on Dec 21, 2009 22:17:48 GMT -5
With a slight flick of her shoulder length, wavy brown hair the female slowly walks through the dark of the night making her way to a little bar she’d heard so much about. New Orleans, her playground, her black boots make a quiet clicking noise as she reaches the door to the bar, Silver Bullet, even the name sounded somewhat promising. Pulling her black, knee-length jacket closer to her body she walks through the front doors, drinking in the atmosphere of the little bar. Grinning to herself she pushes a strand of her chocolate hair out of her dark green eyes a mischievious twinkle in them as she scans the room.
Unbuttoning her jacket she walks over to an empty table, allowing herself a little time to scope out just what was haunting the place. It was Nat’s amusement to go to hangouts like this, ones rumored to be hunter hangouts and sit with them. It pleased her when no one realized that there was a demon in their midst, it was like she was testing their system, proving hunters were idiots. Grinning to herself she sits down on the cold wooden chair, crossing her long slender legs in front of her. She’s wearing a pair of jeans with a band shirt that just seemed to make her blend in while still showing off just the right curves. Shifting her body so that she seems more obvious to the occupants of the establishment, the demon puts on her act, preparing for her night of fun. To the world around her she was just an innocent looking college student, sitting alone at a bar waiting for someone to entertain her. Not many of them saw the killer behind those innocent olive green eyes, they didn’t realize what doom lie in wait for them.
Standing up slowly she walks over to the bar, asking the barkeep for a beer. Something simple, generic, which wouldn’t draw to much attention to her. Allowing her hair to drift forward toward her face she takes the beer and takes it to her table. Allowing the men in the room to watch her walk by with her hips swaying this way and that. This was what demon Nat loved, to taunt them, men especially. She liked to have fun with the people around her and she would do it at any cost. Nat had a good host, that Lizzie Jordan, she was a good little body to possess. Pretty to look at and she was athletic enough that seemed to please the demon. Smiling to herself she takes another drag of her beer, allowing a guy to sit with her. He was plain enough, normal build, normal name, normal everything. That didn’t matter to her, she just wanted someone to play with, and he seemed like the perfect candidate, for what? You’ll just have to wait and see.
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Curse Jordan
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Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Dec 26, 2009 12:02:53 GMT -5
It was just another day in paradise… Or not. Guess it was all in how you looked at it. Curse had started off the day with an angry hunter who’d come in with a jammed weapon and it had gone downhill from there. Man, there were just some days that a man couldn’t win for loosing. Jo had been about to pull her hair at home when he’d suggested they escape to the bar and they’d left their new nanny that they’d brought back from France to deal with the uproar at home. The twins were fussy and Ellen was growly so they’d taken to hiding out in his basement shop while the bar upstairs did its business.
Now, seated at his work station, he glared down at the rifle the hunter had brought in earlier. Weapons were so much simpler to understand even if he’d had to deal with the stupidity of some hunters who thought that they should clean themselves instead of taking their own precious time out to care for the very weapons that they relied on to save their dumbass lives. Jo sat across from him reading some ancient book and that alone caused a grin to spread across his face. She had the cutest little frown when she was trying to cipher something out and he wondered if he could convince her to take a break from that book and join him in other more… physical activities.
Just as he thought that though, his stomach gave a loud rumble and he was reminded that he hadn’t ate since noon and it was late evening now. Glancing at his watch, he sighed and then sat the rifle aside. Getting to his feet, he stretched and then sniffed before walking over to JO and peering over his shoulder.
“Darlin.. I don’t know about you but I’m starving.. What do you say we go up and check on the bar and then grab something to eat? A bacon cheeseburger sounds damned nice right about now…” he drawled as he studied the page in front of them. “is that something to do with the fire thing you got going on?”
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Jan 2, 2010 13:32:49 GMT -5
JoJo sat across the table from her husband. Her nose in a book while he worked on some hunter's rifle. She could hear him grumbling to himself about the way people mistreated their weapons. A sly grin crossed her face knowing that even with the grumbling he was doing something he enjoyed.
On their return from France, with the holidays, the wedding, and their first anniversary things had gotten hectic around the Jordan household. Jo was secretly relieved to have made the decision to bring the nanny back with them. Even though she still felt strange about the fact they actually employed a full-time nanny to help with the twins. It seemed to be a necessity now.
The twins were four months old, they slept through the night but that meant they were awake more during the day. They were a lot more active these days and were less content to just sit in their carriers. They liked to roll around and do the baby combat crawl across the floor whenever they got the chance. With two of them, that meant a lot to keep their eye on.
Between all of that there was a general restlessness that had descended on her. For almost a year now they hadn't really done any hunting to speak of. Jo missed it. Not that she wasn't happy with her home life, her husband and her babies... She just figured there had to be some balance. Some of that feeling seemed to be increased with the strange things that had started happening since they had been home. Hence, the reason she was absorbed in the book.
Jo sat up, turning her head to glance up at Curse as he looked over her shoulder at the book she was reading. She smiled as he mentioned getting something to eat, realizing that she was in fact hungry too. Then she rolled her eyes when he said something about the fire. She let out a sigh before answering. "Sure... Let's get something to eat. I'm hungry. And yeah... I got the book from Erik. He said it might have some information that could be useful. You know about as much as I do about this whole fire dealio. Which is about a big fat ZERO and this book is like reading secret code without the key. It's all cryptic, it mentions some kind of prophecy but I can't make heads nor tails of it right now." Huffing out another sigh Jo flipped the book closed. Standing up she gave her husband a little playful push toward the door. Leaving the book on the table she left the thoughts of the strange occurrences with it. A nice normal burger and a beer sounded really good at the moment.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2010 9:44:58 GMT -5
This was her night. Nat could feel it. Something about this place was making her feel alive and as if she was invincible. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but her thoughts of just being here and having her fill of havoc was enough. Sitting there at the bar she turns her green eyes to the occupants of the little bar. Nat shifts in her seat as she sees some people that are extra...tempting. Her lean legs crossed in front of her as she looks them up and down. Letting her long, dark brown hair hang loosely at her shoulders she couldn’t help but smile. This was what she loved about this body, it was a magnet for the very thing she craved...trouble.
The demon was just getting a glass of some amber alcoholic liquid when she spotted him. Some guy that had just walked into the room, she wasn’t sure who he was but there was a piece of her that was drawing her to him. Who was this guy? Take the glass into her cool hands she brings it to her lips and takes a sip. Her eyes never leave the guy, she was trying her best to figure him out. To unravel the mystery behind who he was and why he was so darn familiar. A part of her suddenly lifted, like perhaps he was something to save her from the boredom that she was afflicted with. Of course, Nat knew this place was swarming with hunters. A few of them were slightly more obvious then the next. But this guy seemed different, he held himself in a different manner. For some odd reason she felt almost...comfortable?
Nat couldn’t believe it, her, comfortable around a human. Is the world about to end? No. She’ll just have to kill him. No one could make her feel like that and still live. Getting comfortable would be a sign of weakness, a downfall to her and she was not willing to go back down to hell. Hell was just that. Hell. Nat would fight tooth and nail to stay here on earth, she was having far too much fun. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear she takes yet another sip of the burning contents of her glass as she turns her face somewhat away from the male, making her look coy yet tempting. Nat saw the girl come with him, some blonde that must’ve thought that she was exclusive with him. Well perhaps she’ll make her watch as she tortured her man, that would definitely cure Nat’s boredom.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Jan 7, 2010 18:00:20 GMT -5
Laughing at his wife's evident disgust, Curse let her push him through the door and then took the steps two at a time. Throwing his arm around her shoulders once they reached the back hallway, the hunter grinned down at her wickedly before saying.
"See... this is why I married you though.. All those brains in there..Not to mention the sexiest body I've ever had the pleasure makin love too. I'm sure you'll have it figured out in no time. You and Lexi worrying at the same problem is bound to shake something loose... Not to mention being damn right scary!"
Reaching the kitchen door, he stuck his head in and yelled out an order for two bacon cheeseburgers with fries and then continued with his wife out into the main part of the bar.
"I forgot to ask.... Did Erik say anything about what might have triggered all this stuff and why you and Lexi seem to be the only ones channeling it? Seems a bit weird to me... There has be be others in the area..."
A quick look around the main room showed that it seemed to be a busy evening for the Bullet so Curse stepped behind the bar and pulled out two longnecks. Sliding one across the counter top to Jo, he waved at the bartender and then twisted the top of his own. Just as he was about to take a swig of the cold liquid, his eye caught on a slender woman seated at a table with a rough looking man.
Frowning, he hesitated with his beer half to his mouth and then he shook his head. Talk about seeing ghosts. That woman looked so much like Lizzie that he'd almost believed it for a moment. However, there was no way his little sister would be sitting coolly in the middle of a roughneck bar in the middle of New Orleans.
Unaware that some of his thoughts had showed on his face, Curse rubbed his jaw and then turned to glance at Jo. There was still a bit of pain in his expression as he saw her questioning look and shrugged.
"Sorry... for a moment there....I thought I'd seen a ghost."
Navigating around the mahogany, the hunter couldn't help another look at the woman at a different angle. His heart flew to his throat and he stopped in his tracks. The likeness was so damned unreal that he couldn't help the call that escaped his lips.
"Lizzie?"
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Jan 8, 2010 14:01:01 GMT -5
JoJo smiled as they made their way up the stairs. They were having a carefree kind of moment. Just a completely normal couple, nothing strange or odd about their life. She poked at him as he spoke to her. Shaking her head as he teased her a bit. After he shouted a food order to the kitchen they continued on into the bar while he asked her about the strange occurrences. "I forgot to ask.... Did Erik say anything about what might have triggered all this stuff and why you and Lexi seem to be the only ones channeling it? Seems a bit weird to me... There has be be others in the area..." Jo sighed and then grumbled a bit . Giving him a slightly frustrated look. This whole thing had her feeling odd. She had no idea what was going on. And if it hadn't been for a few selected incidents that had happen, she wouldn't have even thought it had anything to do with her. "Yeah... I really don't know. I just can't believe that it even happened sometimes. Like there has to be some other explanation for it. I mean I could understand stuff like that happening with Lexi, she's always had power. But me? I'm nothing special." Jo let her thoughts trail off as they got up to the bar. Curse grabbed them a couple beers. Jo picked one up and took a long drink. They sat quietly for a moment, both sipping on their beers. She watch his facial expression change and she turned to see what he was looking at. Looking back at her husband she scrunched up her face as he mentioned something about seeing a ghost.
Jo had no idea what he was talking about. She watched as he came back around the bar. Jo took another drink of her beer. Again, she watched as a pained look flitted across his face and one mumbled name reached her ears. Lizzie, she thought? It took a moment but then the familiarity of the name came to the surface. Jo took a hold of Curse's arm. Concern etched on her face. "Curse? What's wrong? Lizzie? Your sister? What the hell is going on?" Jo scanned the bar. Trying to see what Curse was looking at. Following his gaze she saw a dark haired young woman sitting with a man. Taking in a deep breath Jo wondering what was going on. Curse had told her what had happened to his family. But this... Was this even possible? He couldn't be thinking that young woman was his sister... Could he?
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2010 20:26:01 GMT -5
Nat had been having her fill of entertainment. The male sitting at her table was providing the appropriate form of amusement for now. He would provide more when she killed him later on in the night. Just the thought of it was sending exciting chills down her spine. Perhaps it was a bit grotesque and morbid but that’s what the demon liked best. She wasn’t even really paying attention to the room anymore, she didn’t have the eyes for them but then she heard it. That name, that awful name she hadn’t heard in years.
”Lizzie?”
The demon clenches her jaw as her brain suddenly realizes the familiarity of the name. Crap. She was sick of that name and was glad she hadn’t heard it in so long. It was a cutesy name, something Nat absolutely despised. She wasn’t cute, she was a cold-blooded killer. Taking a deep breath she tries to ignore the guy, maybe he would be confused. The blonde with him didn’t help, well shit. It seemed she’d have to try to get these guys off her tail. I guess that means her fun with the guy at the table wasn’t going to happen anymore. Shame. She was starting to like it.
Sighing heavily she turns her head, tossing her long dark locks over her shoulder as she looks up at the male with her green eyes. Hers locked in with the exact same shade of the guy before her. Whoever this was she needed to get rid of him and fast, while she was in the mood for wrecking some havoc she felt that perhaps she was overstaying her welcome here. Chewing lightly on her bottom lip she stands up from the table getting ready to get the heck out of dodge. She lets her hair fall forward into her face really not wanting there to be that big of a scene in front of all the people. Actually, she probably wouldn’t have minded, but she thought she’d give them at least a chance. After hearing the blond say his name she couldn’t help but toy with him now. Rip his heart open just to pounce on it when he realizes i’m not the same person anymore.
”Curse?” the demon mutters quietly yet quickly, her expression that of recognition. Oh the powers of being a demon, they were expert liars. ”It’s been a long time,” she says as she tucks her hair behind her ear.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Jan 9, 2010 11:15:12 GMT -5
Deer in the headlights had nothing on Curse as he stared at the young woman sitting calmly at a table. Vaguely, he heard his wife questioning him but his gaze was riveted on the familiar fall of redish brown hair and a pert nose. It was like a blast from the past and he found himself a bit unsteady on his feet. The feeling only intensified as the girl stood up and turned to face him. It WAS Lizzie. His darlin baby sister Elizabeth Jordan. The bane of his teenage existence and the one other person in the world that he shared roots with on that far away Texas ranch.
As her eyes met his, Curse felt as if the floor had been swept out from under him. The green depths that met his were identical to his own and there was no doubts in his mind at all who she was. Her words only confirmed it.
”Curse?” the demon mutters quietly yet quickly, her expression that of recognition. Oh the powers of being a demon, they were expert liars. ”It’s been a long time,”
Staring at her for a long moment, the hunter didn't know whether to rush forward and hug her or to throttle her. Some sixth sense raised the hair on the back of his neck and he studied her keenly. There was something about the way she talked that wasn't quiet right and didn't fit with the Lizzie he knew but he wasn't sure if it was due to the years they'd been apart or what. Brows furrowing, he took a few steps closer so that he could see her eyes.
"Lizzie? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE PUT EVERYONE THROUGH? THE WORRY I'VE BEEN THROUGH? YOU FUCKIN DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE AND I'D GIVEN YOU UP FOR DEAD!" he practically bellowed, running a hand through his sandy hair.
Unsure how to react or what to say, he simply stood there. On an unconcious level, he'd placed himself between Lizzie and Jo even as he struggled to come to some understanding of what this all meant. Trying for some level of calm, the hunter glanced sideways at all the watchers and snarled.
"Everyone get the hell out of here! BARS CLOSED! JO? See these folks out would you? Their bills are on the house this evening."
Keeping an eye on Lizzie from the side, he waited for everyone to start getting up and leaving before turning his gaze back to his sister. Again, instinct warned him that something wasn't quiet right by the way she in turn gazed at him. Freaking hell! Talk about walking right into FUBAR country without even being aware of it. Moving with his wife, Curse tried to keep himself between her and any danger that might be lurking.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Jan 10, 2010 12:20:04 GMT -5
JoJo had her hands wrapped around her beer but her eyes were flitting back and forth between her husband and the young woman. Something seemed odd. Jo didn't like it and it had nothing to do with jealousy. There was something off with the girl Jo could feel it.
Jo clenched her jaw, staying put at the bar for now. Watching her husband closely. She was startled a bit when he launched into a tirade at the girl. That wasn't normal for Curse. He was usually calm and cool, even in the most difficult situations. She could see the frustration on his face, in his body language. Her eyes narrowed as she scowled in thought.
Slowly Jo got up when Curse yelled at everyone to get out, that the bar was closed. She didn't question him and just started ushering people out. Murmuring and whispering her apologies as she made sure everyone cleared out in an orderly fashion. She made sure everyone was gone, including the staff and then moved toward the front door, locked it and pulled the shades on the windows.
Jo moved back toward the bar, but stopped. She noticed Curse had been moving just enough to keep himself between her and the other woman. Even in his semi-unhinged state his protection mode was kicking in. Jo moved to stand near him. Slightly off to the side and behind him, enough to give him some space, but close enough that he knew she was there. She folded her arms across her chest and stared across the space that separated her from the woman.
If this WAS Curse's sister, something was really wrong. The way she spoke was off. Not to mention, how did she end up in her brother's bar without making a point to look him up. What the hell would she be doing in New Orleans anyway... After all this time with no contact... Yeah... something was definitely not right here. It didn't help that Jo just had a strange shivering feeling when she looked at the girl.
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Post by liz on Jan 31, 2010 20:29:12 GMT -5
Lizzie stood there listening to the large male, Curse was his name?, rant at her, no scratch that scream at her. There was a part of her that found amusement in this. Perhaps it was just the whole havoc and chaos that ensued she wasn’t quite sure. The demon Nat was thoroughly entertained. She had a feeling this was going to make for a very, very interesting night. Licking her bottom lip she turns her green eyes on him, deciding to mess with him for all he was worth. He was large enough, skilled from the way he was bossing, but that was no match for Nat. She was cocky, yes, but she knew that she had this in the bag. As the night had begun she thought she would just have measly humans to fill her boredom, now she had her hosts flesh and blood. Right here for the taking. Well Lizzie girl, your family is going down...again she thinks with a chuckle as she aims it towards the other inhabitant of her mind.
Crossing her arms over her chest the demon sizes up the male and now female that were barking orders. Him yelling at her about where the hell she’d been and how worried he was didn’t even make her flinch. Her eyes just stared unmoving at his face, the demon remembering it vaguely from the pictures in the living room of his parent’s house. When he was done yelling and most of the occupants were out of the bar she finally speaks. ”Perhaps I was dead, atleast dead to the world. I haven’t known who I was at all until recently.” she says quietly as she shifts her body and walks slowly in a circle around Curse, his protectiveness over the other woman somewhat vomit worthy. Well atleast now she knew how she could strike him yet again. Grinning to herself she tosses her dark locks over her shoulder.
Putting on her innocent act again she lets tears well-up in her green orbs, the tears glistening in the bar light. ”I was so lost, I didn’t know where I was. It wasn’t until I had this nagging feeling of coming here that I even realized you were here.” she pleads as she lets her eyes fall down to the ground. The demon then remembers more about the pictures that were in the family home of her body host, that night clear in her mind. The military photo, that must’ve been where this guy was. ”You were off doing your military stuff, you weren’t there!” she says full of emotion. Now was the time to make him feel guiltridden and heartbroken for what happened. Tear open those wounds and let his emotions really out. ”Where were you? Why didn’t you come find me? I was all alone.” she mutters as she lets her eyes slowly drift up towards him again. Now to see what she could unleash on him, this was going to be a fun night after all. [/size][/blockquote]
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Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Feb 2, 2010 10:51:19 GMT -5
Vaguely, Curse was aware of his wife letting their customers out and the looks a few of the hunters sent him. One even went so far as to offer to stay and help out if something was up but the sandy haired soldier shook his head. He didn't want witnesses for this little family reunion. Something about Lizzie felt... Wrong... but he didn't know what it was exactly. Granted, she'd been a sweet, innocent faced kid when he'd last seen her but that was years ago. The stranger standing before him now... Well, it was possible that time had changed her but why? How, for that matter?
Shifting on his heel to move with her, the hunter watched her and then flinched as she threw the words he'd beat himself up with at him. Pain filled him even as he saw the tears fall down her face and his immediate reaction was to enfold her into his embrace.
She was right... He hadn't been there when the family had needed him.. Hadn't been there went she needed him... It was a pain that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"I'm sorry, Lizzie.... If I had known.. you know I would have been there..." he choked out, sorrow in his green eyes. "I came back to find mom and dad dead and you gone... I've searched and searched for you... Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you..."
Glancing at Jo, Curse tried to bring his emotions under control but damn.. It was hard. If he had one weakness, it was his family and he'd been brought up that the women folk were to be protected and cherished. The thought of anything happening to any one of them and him not being able to protect them from it weighed heavy on his shoulders.
Shifting his attention back to his sister, he voiced the one question that still lingered in his mind. THe one thing that didn't make sense about her whole story.
"Why didn't you stay in Texas, Liz? Why didn't you leave an address or a note? You knew I would come back but you walked away without any direction or effort of contact.... Where have you been these last few years?"
(Lizzie... Just so you know..... There are devils traps on the floor underneath a few of the rugs. That is how we are going to trap her.)
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Feb 8, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -5
JoJo moved to where she was standing next to Curse. She clutched his arm and stayed close to him. Keeping quiet. Watching as the other woman spoke. One minute talking in a very nonchalant way, the next she was shedding these crocodile tears about how Curse wasn't there for her. How he was gone off in the military and had left her all alone. That didn't sit well with Jo. It just fueled the idea that something was completely wrong here.
Grasping Curse's arm tighter she stared at the young woman. Listening as Curse spoke to her. Jo could feel and hear the emotion in her husband. She knew he wanted to believe this was his sister, that she was troubled and upset over what had happened. She could feel the tension in his body, knew that it was in his mind to just rush over there and envelope his 'sister' in an embrace to comfort her. Tugging on his arm she looked up at him, shaking her head and spoke quietly. "Don't." Jo knew that the bar was protected. It wouldn't be long before they found out if something was really wrong with her. The obvious fact of the matter was she could be possessed. Jo watched her carefully as she circled them. Eventually she was going to cross into one of the devil's traps. Then they would know for sure.
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Post by liz on Feb 14, 2010 9:45:09 GMT -5
Nat stares down both Curse and the blond, slowly circling around them. This was all part of the game, the hunt. Reel them in then enjoy the torture that will ensue. She wasn’t sure what it was about tearing apart someone’s emotions before their bodies that gave her such a thrill of empowerment. The fresh tears still linger on the demon’s porcelain skin, a memento to her acting skills of getting to the very core of her victim. From the pained looks on Curse’s face and the way he was blubbering about how he wished he was there. "I came back to find mom and dad dead and you gone... I've searched and searched for you... Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you..." Part of the demon wanted to laugh manically and tell him that he would’ve suffered the same fate as the rest of his pathetic family, but she thought against it for the time being. ”I’ve been so lost...Half the time I don’t even realize where I’m at...” she starts as she puts the water-works on yet again.
The demon is continuing to circle around the pair ever slowly, her boots making an audible thump on the wooden floor. Tucking a strand of her long, dark hair out of her green eyes she looks straight into Curse’s face when he says ” "Why didn't you stay in Texas, Liz? Why didn't you leave an address or a note? You knew I would come back but you walked away without any direction or effort of contact.... Where have you been these last few years?" Ahhh, the nagging question that she knew he was dying to ask. Well he wasn’t going to like the truth, that was for sure. Stopping her circling on an old oriental looking rug she looks down at her hands that are clasped in front of her. ”I couldn’t stay in Texas. The things I saw, the things that happened....I couldn’t stay there,” she hiccups quietly trying to put on her best victim face. ”I’ve been waiting...waiting for my brain to finally forget what happened! It’s never going to is it?” she cries as she looks back up at him with the identical colored orbs. Nat heard the blond say ”Don’t but she ignored her, she didn’t care about her for the time being. Nat takes a step towards him hoping he would fall for it and offer comfort but something stops her.
As soon as she reaches the edge of the rug she was stopped by some unforeseen force. Shit! she curses loudly in her head amongst other words. She should’ve known he was a hunter after all. Setting her jaw tightly she stares daggers at the hunters.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Feb 17, 2010 9:41:02 GMT -5
There were just some times in life that it rose up and bit you in the ass and this was one of those prime examples. Curse knew in his heart that the baby sister he remembered wouldn't be acting like the creature before him and his mind was whirling even as Jo touched his arm.
A quick glance towards her caused him to catch the expression on her face and he nodded slightly before turning back to the other woman. As she continued to circle, he moved to keep himself between her and Jo. First and foremost, his loyalty belonged to his wife and their children even though his heart hurt for his sister.
Just then, her feet suddenly stopped and she turned to look at them. Something there in the depths had him sliding his hand towards the weapon he never left home without and tensing for attack. When she stepped towards them and then seemed to hit something invisible, his worst fears were confirmed.
"Son of all thats holy...." he cursed, low and furious. "You aren't my baby sister.... Your a gutter crawling hell whore."
Marching up to the edge of the devils trap, he crossed his arms over his chest and allowed a cool mask to fall over his features. If there was one things the warrior knew it was that letting his emotions get control of him wasn't going to do any of them any good and would just give the demon the upper hand. He had to be professional about this... Be cool, so to speak.
"Well, well... what have we here? Its not every day one of your sort is stupid enough to stroll through our doors. I'd say its a pleasure but... It will only be a pleasure for us. I'm going to enjoy sending you back to hell, you little hell fire bitch. No one screws with my family and gets away with it.. and i've been waiting for this day for a a LONG DAMNED time. "
Turning away, he looked at his wife and hid the fear and worry that dances across his face even at he put a cheerful note into his voice.
" Darlin? We got any of that complimentary holy water around? I think our guest here looks parched."
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Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Feb 28, 2010 20:45:41 GMT -5
JoJo frowned, she wasn't buying any of the 'woe, is me crap' from this girl. And the crying was just a bit over the top. When the young women was stopped in her tracks in the devil's trap on the floor, her suspicions were confirmed.
Jo sucked in a deep breath. Not sure how Curse was going to react. She heard the tone of his voice shift. He was in 'hunter' mode now. His voice was hard and cold as he addressed the demon. Then he turned and spoke to Jo. "Darlin? We got any of that complimentary holy water around? I think our guest here looks parched." Jo nodded and ran back to the bar. She found her bag and dug inside it for her journal, there were several different exorcism rituals in there. Those might come in handy. Then she grabbed a large bottle of holy water and a canister of salt from the shelves under the bar counter. Carrying it all back out she set it down on a table near where Curse was standing. Her face was set in seriousness. "OK. Holy water, salt and any exorcism ritual we might need." She held the leather bound journal up for Curse to see. Giving him a look. Wondering if he was going to be OK with what had to be done. There was no guarantee that exorcising the demon was going to leave his sister unharmed, she could die in the process. Jo hoped that he would be able to deal with it. It may have been a bit selfish, but her thoughts were about her husband. He had just come back from being broken she didn't want him to spiral back down again.
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