( [Filtered to the Glee kids // Private // Unhackable] )

This event is some kind of bullshit.

[Nope. That's it.]

[Jo is sitting on the ground, her back against the massive teddy bear she won at the carnival ages ago. An odd image in and of itself, as Jo isn't exactly one for the cute and cuddly, but what might make it a little weirder is the stacks of books around her legs. A notebook is on her lap and Jo is diligently writing in it, eyes fixated on a page in ( Read more... )

[Castiel is dead. Jo attacked some of her friends. And she's in an extraordinarily bad mood. However, she needs something to focus on, and the event is perfect for that, especially with most everyone she knows under the sunshine gun.]I've got a couple questions for all of you ( Read more... )

[Filtered AWAY from the angels // Private // Unhackable]

[Jo is loading a shotgun.]I know these damn angels of the Lord are giant pain in the ass and they need to get their damn vocal chords ripped out sometimes, but -- everyone be careful, alright, and stay away from whatever the hell's going down unless you can handle it ( Read more... )

[Jo has forsaken her shirt for the evening, settling to wear a bathing suit top instead of bothering to try and maintain her modesty. She is a mermaid, with a pale golden tail, but accompanying her fins are a set of bright yellow phosphorescent strings that are adorning... pretty much her entire body. Her arms and fingers are gone, replaced by ( Read more... )

[Jo is at the carnival, an air rifle in her hands. At her side is at least forty flattened bottle caps -- preparation to win whatever it is she has set out to win on this fine day. There are a line of targets and a sign, to her right, that states 'bullseye gets the top shelf -- trade-ins allowedShe holds the gun up to eye-level with a grin, ( Read more... )

So I know I'm not really hip to the gossip column in this damn place --

[There's a clicking heard -- the undeniable cocking of a gun.]

-- but someone want to fill me in on why the fuck Lucifer has a girlfriend --

[The sound of the gun being loaded -- the shells sliding into the barrel -- and a click as Jo closes it with a snap.]-- and whether or ( Read more... )

[Jo is seated in a chair, somewhere in Adstringendum, twirling her knife between her fingers without a care in the world. She looks distinctly amused, as she glances up towards the wall. There is a dartboard on the wall, with four darts in it -- each pinned for a direct bullseye.]How long's it gonna take for you guys to realize the filters are down ( Read more... )

[Jo is sitting on a couch. She's pale, but the color is returning to her cheeks, and there's a light in her eyes that wasn't there yesterday. She has a notebook on her lap and she's wearing clothes that are a bit big for her, but at least they're not bloody and disgusting.]

Hey --

[She pauses, a little awkwardly, before shrugging it off.]So I'm ( Read more... )