[open spam! multiple threads welcome!] - Demon!Jo is Bored.

[irockatduckhunt]

[Jo's wandering around deck 4, heading for the Gym for a workout to get her blood pumping, when some jerk cuts her off and decides to walk extra slow. She didn't have any patience for this right now. The whole Barge seemed to be acting a little crazy, and it was only serving to feed her desire for an adrenaline rush. And the Gym was the easiest way

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[Spam] LOL Let's try this again.

[nomoreleftshoe]

[Sam had had a terrible night so far. First Dean, no Michael, had explained to him just what a worthless and useless burden he was as a brother. Then he'd gone to T'Pol, hoping for a sane conversation but ended up being mind-melded and subsequently thrown out. He was still light-headed from the experience and he had a hand on his eyebrow as he made his way back to his room before the shoulder bump. At first he was going to try for his douchey!mirror!self but when he saw the familiar blonde hair, he stopped cold in his tracks.]

Jo?

[But then he smelled it. The blood. It was so close he could almost taste it.]

[Spam] YAY HULLO! <3

[irockatduckhunt]

[It was harder than usual to blink back the black of her eyes, but once she turned around she looked the part of Jo down to a T. Even though she knew by his expression he wasn't entirely fooled.]

Hey there, Sammy. [Personal space? What was that? There was still some space between them, but she was definitely pushing the boundaries that Jo would have normally.] Up for a few rounds of badminton?

Re: [Spam] <3!

[nomoreleftshoe]

[Sam had to catch his breath when she stepped closer. He could hear the blood in her veins, how his fingers itched to just latch to her throat so he could kill her and drain the holy hell out of her. His throat went dry and he shook his head.]

I don't play.

[He tried to swallow back the addiction he'd held at bay for a month or so now; he knew very well how he faced withdrawal and just how many people tended to end up hurt or dead because of it.]

Leave me alone.

[The former hunter attempted to take a couple steps back from her.]

Re: [Spam] <3!

[irockatduckhunt]

[For each step back, Jo took a step forward, her head tilting to the side as if she had no idea what could be making him back away. He was bigger than her, absurdly so, but she knew she had the upper-hand here. The good thing about being a demon was not only, well, just being a demon - but she also moved just a little quicker than average, and with that she grabbed the front of his shirt, turning him so she could shove him back against the wall.]

I don't think I want to, no. [her hand pressed flat now, fingers pressing into his abdomen as she bit into her lip, hard, but not quite hard enough to draw blood.] Aw. Am I making you nervous? Or do you just not like me anymore? [pooout, which essentially just brings more attention to the low throb in her lip.]

murrr spammity

[deathmerciful]

Watch it.

*Louis scowled as the warden craashed into him. Most other inmates feared the captors but, not Louis. He was the top of his food chain. A vampire. A killer. What did he need to fear from the likes of her. Evil doers tasted better.*

we eat ham and jam and SPAMALOOOOT.

[irockatduckhunt]

[Jo turned back to face him, her mindset only adding to her naturally aggressive nature to fight and take people down. She looked him over, sizing him up, but ended up smirking.] You should probably not take your sweet-ass time in the hallway. People have places to be.

I HAVE TO PUSH THE PRAMALOT.

[deathmerciful]

You have some poor defenseless saint to punish or babies to eat or whatever you pathetic swine get up to? *he puffed out his chest pompously*

Spammy Spam. Spaaaam.

[irockatduckhunt]

Eating babies? Not my thing. But punishing the weak, that sounds incredibly tempting, actually. [she just quirked her brow at him, both hands resting on her hips] Know anyone that fits the description?