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wannabehunter) wrote2007-06-15 02:46 am
wannabehunter) wrote2007-06-15 02:46 am
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Room 414, Thurday Morning
Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email.
Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.
So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.
As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.
[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]
Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.
So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.
As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.
[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]