Jo Harvelle (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wannabehunter) wrote2009-07-12 12:29 am
wannabehunter) wrote2009-07-12 12:29 am
Entry tags:
Alcove A3, Abaranger Cabin, Saturday Morning
Jo woke to a somewhat apologetic throat-clearing. Or rather she pulled her blankets up around her head and mumbled something about five more minutes.
The throat-clearing happened again, and this time Jo noticed both that it was rather male, and that the weight at the foot of her bed, was not Jet. Who, for his part, was just sitting there wagging his tail. These two facts sent Jo's hand flying for her knife.
...which wasn't there.
"I think that something has gone horribly wrong," said the immaculately dressed man with the cadaverous features perched at the foot of the bed. "And you can't use me against me."
Jo stared. She felt this was an appropriate response. "You mean you're...?"
The man turned his head to one side, tugging down his collar so Jo could see the W.A.H. tattooed along his neck. "I'm afraid so."
Jo covered her head with her pillow. "This place never stops being weird."
[Establishy!]
The throat-clearing happened again, and this time Jo noticed both that it was rather male, and that the weight at the foot of her bed, was not Jet. Who, for his part, was just sitting there wagging his tail. These two facts sent Jo's hand flying for her knife.
...which wasn't there.
"I think that something has gone horribly wrong," said the immaculately dressed man with the cadaverous features perched at the foot of the bed. "And you can't use me against me."
Jo stared. She felt this was an appropriate response. "You mean you're...?"
The man turned his head to one side, tugging down his collar so Jo could see the W.A.H. tattooed along his neck. "I'm afraid so."
Jo covered her head with her pillow. "This place never stops being weird."
[Establishy!]