Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 5, 2010 10:10:56 GMT -5
Grinning impishly and skipping around just out of reach of the fetid flesh eaters, Jessie knew she should probably be a bit concerned about what was going on but couldn't seem to work up the energy. Her new partner in crime was tossing things at the zombies while she was blowing them to bits and it seemed to be working for them so why get ones panties in a wad over a bunch of animated corpes, right? It wasn't like she didn't do this regularly anyways. Well, ok, maybe not ZOMBIES per say but... She danced a mean tango with the dead often enough.
Turning to say something to Misery, Jessie was stunned to see bush vines erupt from nearby foliage and spiral around another body. As blossoms popped out all over it, she had to press a hand over her mouth to suppress her drunken laughter. Holy Cow! The thing looked like some macabre garden sculpture! The sight was so unexpected that for a moment, Jessie could only stare until her companions words shook her back to reality.
"Huh? Oh.. yeah... something like that" she said by way of return, still staring at the flourishing corpse. "Wow... talk about a bit of fertilizer...Zombie Grow! We'll give your plants new life! "
Lowering her shotgun now that the danger seemed to have passed, the pretty huntress slide from her position on top of a tomb and smirked a bit at Misery before picking up the discarded bottle of Jack that she'd somehow managed to bring with them inside the graveyard. Taking a long drink, she handed it to the other woman and then eyed her speculatively.
"So... you know Lex and Jo, huh? I guess you didn't realize it but the Silver Bullet belongs to Curse and Jo Jordan.... Jo is married now to another friend and they have a set of twins. Lexi and Max are living in New Orleans too.... They have a six month old son named Sebastian."
Turning her gaze to the mess around them, she frowned thoughtfully.
"And since I only know of one other Misery.... You must be the mysterious friend of Lexi's that I didn't get to meet at the wedding..."
Suddenly, the sound of sirens wailing in the distances grapped Jessie's attention.
"AHHHHHHH HELL!!! COME ON!!! WE GOTTA GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!" she hissed, grabbing up the gun and running for the stone fence on the other side of the cemetary. "There is a bog just over that way! We can toss the evidence in there and then make a run for it. If we are lucky, we can make it a couple miles before the cops spot us and plead our way out of this!"
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 14, 2010 6:53:09 GMT -5
Misery snorted at Jessie’s joke about zombie grow, shaking her head at the luck she’d had running into this particular huntress. She had a killer aim, a thirst for adventure, and a sense of humor to boot! The witch wasn’t usually fond of women in most cases; as they were typically disdainful of her bare feet and general lack of etiquette. Jess it seemed, didn’t mind a bit; and that made her pretty alright in Misery’s book!
Reaching for the bottle of whiskey that the hunter had brought along, the witch took a heavy swallow; nearly choking at the mention of Jo and Lexi and their petite bebes. Wiping at the moisture running out of her nose with the back of her hand Mis gaped, feeling a pang of envy. How strange. She had never thought having children was something she’d ever want for herself, but hearing the new brought a wave of emotion crashing over her.
So bemused was she by such a foreign emotion, the witch nodded numbly to confirm that she was indeed the same Misery that Jessie presumed. She had been at the wedding. It was the last night she had spent with the Wolf; the next morning waking up to find him gone.
It took the sound of approaching sirens to rattle the witch from her reverie, and hearing the sound Misery leapt to attention and pulled the cruiser keys from the pocket of her jeans. “I’m on it!” She answered, quickly heading to the car and putting the pedal to the medal; steering the vehicle right into the marsh at the back of the graveyard. Bottle of Jack still in hand, she shoved it under the gas pedal and dove out; watching as it went head first into the dark muddy water. The swamp was lined with a thick brush, and the witch hoped they had time to book it before the cops found the cruiser still tail up out of the water. Hell, maybe they wouldn’t even find the thing at all. Even as Misery raced to catch up with her partner in crime the car was slowly sinking deeper into the muck.
“Move it. Cookie!” She howled with a wide grin as she caught up to the other brunette in time to see red flashing lights in the distance. “This little tiger ain’t fond of cages!” Letting loose another loud peal of excited laughter Misery held onto the bag strapped across her chest and headed for the rear exit of the cemetery... right in front of another police vehicle that had been parked there with the engine off. Misery could see through the windshield that the plump cop had a foil wrapped burger headed for his mouth; his eyes growing wide when he saw the two females running towards him. A loud curse came through the man’s open window as he inadvertently dumped the food in his lap, and she howled again they passed and he was still trying to untangle himself from the seatbelt.
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 14, 2010 13:42:38 GMT -5
Yeah, ok... so maybe the whole stealing the cop car had not been the wisest idea, Jess thought to herself as she watched it sink into the bog after her companion had wedged her whiskey bottle under gas pedal. She was damn sure mourning the loss of her friend Jack as the pair tore threw the cemetary to the other end. Their head long sprint took them head long into another parked car and Jessie had to do a Beau Duke style slide across the hood to avoid a nasty crash. As her feet hit the other side, she waved at the nice police man as Misery howled with laughter at the sight of the man's food dropping down on to his over grown stomach.
Giggling, Jess gathered herself and then ran with her new friend towards safety and away from the oncoming sirens. Due to the remoteness of the graveyard, they had to dodge and weave their way through a wooded area only to come out a mile or so down the road. Unfortunately for them, it was directly into the path of yet another cop car. This one spied them and whipped around to follow them as they darted into an alley and down through several side streets.
"HOLY HELL! WE ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" Jess shouted as another car pulled into the alley front ahead of them. "They've got us boxed in!"
Slowing to a stop, the huntress breathed heavily and wasn't at all suprised when an officer barreled out of the car and held a gun on them.
"STOP! YOUR UNDER ARREST! PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD AND DON"T MOVE OR I"LL SHOOT!"
Looking at Misery, Jess shrugged and raised her arms.
"Well, its been nice knowing you!" she exclaimed ruefully before giving the cop an innocent look. "Is there a problem officer?"
Glaring at the pair of them, the officer stormed forward while the one behind them got out of his car. In a matter of moments, the pair of troublemakers were cuffed and stuffed into the back of the car and on their way downtown.
Casting the other woman a look, Jess sighed.
"Damn... I hope Dean's got his cell on.... I really don't want to have to call my brother to post bail. I'll never hear the end of it if so... "
(Mis, I moved you around a bit. Let me know if it doesn't work and I will change it. Wasn't sure how you wanted to do this!)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 21, 2010 8:33:11 GMT -5
Misery struggled in protest as the cuffs were put on her and Jess and they were shoved into the back of a police cruiser. There was no way in hell they were taking her without a fight! She spat out curses at the back of the officer’s head with language that would make even the saltiest of sailors blush, pushing angrily at he seat with her bare feet. “You got nothin’ to charge us with! It’s their word against ours! We’re innocent I tell ya’!” The witch argued lividly; loosing steam as the policeman easily ignored het protests.
Finally, it when it appeared there was no way around a trip to the NOPD Misery huffed, sitting back against the bench seat with a scowl. ‘At least you got somebody to call, Cherie.” She replied to Jessie, feeling hopelessly alone despite their close proximity in the back seat.
She literally had no one, and though she’d made a few good friends in the past few years, namely the ones Jessie had previously mentioned, she hadn’t stayed in touch with them at all. What would they think if out of the blue she called to get her ass bailed out of jail? Surely they’d laugh and hang up in her face and the witch couldn’t blame them for it. What kind of friend had she been in the past year when all those closest to her had gotten married and had kids and she had no clue...a shitty one; that’s what kind!
The woman cast an awkward look at her comrade; feeling foolish for causing such a mess. No way in Hades was this Dean fella’, or the brother Jess had mentioned was about to pay to get her out too. It was utterly hopeless.
Think, witch, think! Misery thought to herself, trying to figure out a way of the predicament, but with cuffs holding her tight, her hands were literally tied. It was so damn frustrating that just a few inches in front of them, buried in a purse in the front seat was the answer to all their problems. Misery knew she had enough stuff in her bag to make a quick memory erasure charm, but how she could get to it was beyond her.
Hopeless!
The rest of the drive was made in silence as the witch tried to come up with an escape plan, finally giving up hope when the station loomed ahead of them through the front windshield. She sighed, twisting her body in the seat to face Jessie with a look of absolute defeat. “You think this Dean of yours might feel like playin’ hero to a stranger, Cookie? My bag ‘a’ tricks is with the pig up there and I got no one else to call...unless....”
Misery pursed her lips, wondering how hard it would be to bust out of the jail. “Unless ya’ feel like helpin’ me break outta’ the joint?” Her chocolate eyes sparkled, as usual, with mischief, and she couldn’t help the conniving grin that spread across her face.
(( ugh! Sorry I didn’t give you much to play off of sweets. I was kinda’ stuck on how to get out of the situation with their hands in cuffs. If we talked about something and I forgot, just let me know and I’d be happy to edit. ))
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 22, 2010 18:18:06 GMT -5
Talk about getting ones self into hot water. Jessie was definitely there. It was just a damned good thing that they really had nothing to charge them with at the moment because she suspected no one at the bar would want law enforcement attention on them and there was no way to prove that they'd done anything to the car or gun if the bog had taken care of things like she suspected it had.
Even if they tried to label them with destruction of property, they would have to find the gun and match the ammo before proving anything. That and figure out how the hell all the skeletal remains had come to be all over the ground of the cemetery.
If there was one thing the huntress knew... It was that humans had an infamous ability to sweep things under the rug when they couldn't come up with a rational explanation for what they saw.
Hopefully, this would be another one of those cases.
As the two women rode in the back of the cop car, Jessie relaxed and sighed. Casting her new friend an impish grin, she crossed a leg and took in her slightly frantic state. She was obviously pissed about getting caught but Jess was confident that it was just a matter of time before they got released. As soon as they got to the station, she'd place a call and soon they would be scott free. Thank god she had a legitimate fake ID with matching social and everything. Dean might kill her but at least she'd been carrying that identification since she'd been working earlier.
"Easy girl.... I'll get a hold of my friend and have him spring us. No biggie. Its not as if we've done anything that we need to be worried about right? Just out for a midnight stroll and got the crap scared of us... Thats why we were running anyways.... Thought we saw a ghost...."
Giving her a wink and hoping she'd play along, Jess settled back and rode the rest of the way to the station in contemplative silence. It was a short ride so it was a blessing in disguise. For the next hour, they were questioned, threatened and bullied but Jessie simply played the idiotic female to a tee and then was given her phone call. As the phone picked up into voicemail, she turned away from the officer watching her and sighed.
"Hey Baby.... Um.... Its Genevieve... I'm down at the south district police station and I need you to come pick me up... Me and a friend actually.... We've had a dreadful fight and the police tried to arrest us so .. if you could hurry... that would be great. Love you!"
Then, hanging up, the huntress gave the officer a puppy dog look.
"Might I have a cup of coffee? Its been a truly frightening evening."
Almost tripping over himself, the officer dashed out and left Jessie to wink a Misery wickedly before setting down. Since the police hadn't been able to charge them with anything officially, they were no longer in handcuffs and allowed to roam the room.
"Well then.... That was sure an interesting encounter. Lets pray my friend hurries up and gets her before they change their minds!"
(ok, I took the liberty of time jumping us here a bit, Mis. Hope that is OK. If not, let me know and I will try to rework it!)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 26, 2010 12:38:12 GMT -5
Misery was grateful for Jessie’s calm, rational way of thinking. If not for the huntress, the foolish witch would have dug them an even deeper hole by giving one of the guards the evil eye, or worse, physically attacking one of them. The bayou woman had never been accused of keeping her cool; especially when it came to the law.
When the dust had settled and Misery and her partner were allowed to wait unshackled in a lovely white painted waiting room (thanks to Jess’s undeniable feminine charm) the Cajun brunette had to grin puckishly at the woman. “I gotta’ say Cookie, I think I could learn a thing or two about those wily tricks you got up your sleeve. You got them pigs eattin’ outta’ the palm of your pretty hand!” She confessed and plopped into a not-so-comfy plastic chair.
Misery had used her femininity on rare occasions to get what she wanted; namely a drink or two at the bar or as a distraction when she wanted to lift a wallet from an unsuspecting fellow, but usually her crass manner and big mouth superseded her big brown eyes. She just wasn’t that great of an actress, and it was sure hard for her to catch a man’s attention with her falsely demure batting eyelashes when they were starting at her bare feet and the dirt underneath her unmanicured fingernails.
“Well, slammer or not I still think tonight was one helluva’ good time, Jess.” Misery admitted honestly; using a tie that had been around her wrist to pull her hair up into a twist atop her dark head. “You ever wanna’ do some more zombiefied target pratice you outta’ gimme’ a call. You can supply the bullets and alcohol and I’ll take care of the stiffs and the hoodoo.”
The witch chuckled and shook her head, loosening a few stray wisps that fell around her pretty face. “Hell, if this Dean of yours is half as fun as his woman, you can even let him tag along. A girl’s night out IS more fun with a little testosterone sometimes!”
By then the younger officer had made his way back in with two steaming cups of coffee. One he handed to Jessie with a shy smile and the other he begrudgingly set on the table in front of the witch. Misery couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at him like a 5 year old child, reaching greedily for the hot java and wishing they hadn’t confiscated her little silver flask of ‘spice’.
“That’ll be all Jeeves.” She drawled snidely when he continued to stare expectantly at Jessie like a crushing teenager.
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