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 Trouble comes in Twos, [Kota and Jo]
JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 8 2011, 03:59 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelJo's not going to lie: being on the road for days on end can be the worst kind of pain in the ass. Literally, just then. You see, driving for so long, sitting in one position and having one spring from the antiquated bucket seat she's in digging into her left cheek? Fun stuff. Shifting position helps, but also what helps is getting out and walking around from time to time, but with there being nothing on this stretch of road, it's nothing short of torture. Hands on ten and two, her eyes directly on the blacktop ahead, Highway Eight stretches out in a never-ending path of green cut by black, enough to make her pine for the Badlands further west. She wasn't going to deny that she's hungry, but the last few places she saw off the side of the road were little better than shacks and she knows better than to walk into one of those truck stops by herself, even IF she could defend herself. No matter how what kind of self-defence she knows, (which isn't terribly much), being outnumbered trumps talent and her mom's 'I told you so's would be rattling in her ears. Nothing she really wanted to deal with since the last few days seriously blew.Frowning, she glanced down at the bottle of water that's on the passenger seat, the slosh of those dregs at the bottom making her scowl. Yep, now she has to pee. Great. Letting out a groan, she jerked her head back and bit her lip, frowning to herself over the way of things. Luck has to happen to a Harvelle sometime, she thinks, only to shake her head and rub between her brows. All in all, she's just glad she's not being followed because that would really be the icing on the cake.Spotting a sign for a convenience store five minutes ahead, she frowned but shrugged it off, knowing that if she didn't go there, who knew when the next one would be, as her mother always taught her… and thus reached over to grab the bottle of water, made sure the cap was on tight…. and threw it in the back seat so it wasn't taunting her bladder. Her jeans are tight over her stomach and it's pressing down, increasing her discomfort with every bump. But she put up with it… and once the ramp to the store was in sight, she gunned the engine and gave it her all, knowing that she didn't have much time. Oh the girlish bladder… and hers is the size of a child's, obviously. As she threw the car into park, she noticed a few other cars in the parking lot of the small, white-shingled convenience store, the building obviously renovated from a farmhouse for new use, and… yes, she's not happy that the place looks like it's seen better days, but when nature calls… yeah, you gotta go. And so she rocketed out of her car, tugging her shirt down and rolls her shoulders to loosen them from the long and torturous ride… before slamming the door closed, locked it and all but ran right inside. Later, sure, she'll own up to the fact that she wasn't paying attention… she admits that was the first strike against her. She could see the cashier kind of slumped over, but it didn't really process at first. No, her mind was on one thing… the bathroom. Heading right towards the back, she darted in… did what she had to, and it was only when she was washing her hands did she remember… there was blood. Underneath the cashier's slumped body, not much, but enough… and she couldn't remember if the older, balding man as breathing. Staring at herself in the mirror, her light brown eyes wide, she frowned and then muttered a curse under her breath. Strike two? Her guns are outside. And now she's sure she's screwed. Moving towards the bathroom door, she noticed the other stall was occupied and then frowned as she moved past to peek out the cracked door. There, there were two gun men, both with masks covering their faces and one was bent over the till, the other, staring her way. Yeah, this'll end well.THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 9 2011, 01:09 PM


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she lights it up like a million sparks
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All that had been on Kota’s mind upon approaching the convenience store was Skittles. She was almost out and that was just blasphemy. The outside may have looked like an old farmhouse, but the inside was run down and beat up. Really it was more like a bodega than a convenience store. It smelled of flavored cigarettes, cheap cigars that people emptied to fill up with weed, and like someone had pissed in the corner and no one really cared to clean it up all that well. There was no doubt in Kota’s mind one of the clerks probably sold weed behind the store.

Kota didn’t have much money. She got by working as a handy girl. If it was electronic she could fix it. Hell she was the Macgyver of the electronics world. Give her a screwdriver, an old cable box, some electrical tape, and a lamp and Kota could create a number of things. It all depended on what would be useful at the time. Unfortunately she was out in the middle of nowhere and people depended more on sheep and horses than electronic luxuries.

Still she needed her Skittles, so before entering the store Kota downed a potion. It was supposed to turn her invisible, but instead somehow turned her into a chameleon. Her body shifted and changes colors to blend with whatever she was in front of or behind.

Kota waved her hand over the grass watching as her skin turned into shades of green mixed with dirt. It was a complete chameleon effect. She grinned. “Bad ass!”

The only problem? It didn’t work with her clothes. It would be kind of awkward to just see clothes moving around.

Walking around the side of the building, Kota stripped out of her clothes and shoved them into her Jansport backpack, hiding it beneath some bushes. She was naked, and it was cool, but if she didn’t get her fix soon she was going to start going through withdrawals. Even if the potion didn’t have desired effect, it would still let Kota get her Skittles so she could skedaddle.

Slipping into the store Kota looked around to make sure that no one could see the naked chameleon girl roaming around the store. As soon as she was far enough the store, Kota froze. The clerk wasn’t going to be worried about someone shop lifting some Skittles because the clerk was a bloody mess, slumped over the counter.

Keeping still so that her camouflage wouldn’t fail, Kota looked around, eyeing two gunmen trying to break into an old register. This was so not good. Her gaze caught a woman peeking out of the bathroom door. The gunmen hadn’t seemed to notice her yet. That was good because Kota had no doubt the chick would be dead. Creeping over, Kota grabbed a bag of skittles, palming it so the men wouldn’t see a hovering bag of candy. Next step would be getting out and calling the cops.

It didn’t matter though because Kota didn’t seem to release that her camouflage was fading. Her body shimmered back to its normal tones before going back to its chameleon status.

“What the hell was that?”

Kota turned to look and saw that one of the masked men was aiming a gun right at her. She looked down at her hand, noticed the flesh tone of her skin appear before once again mirroring the red Skittles bag in her palm once more.

“Pink faerie farts, this is not good!”

A second later the flesh tone came back permanently. Kota looked up at the gunmen, a strand of red hair falling in her face. There’s jaw were gaping as if they couldn’t believe what they’d just seen. Maybe it was the fact that there was a naked girl standing in front of them.

In a moment of panic, Kota waved to fingers at them. “This is not the naked girl you’re looking for,” She said in a slow tone. “She is free to go.”

Maybe using a Jedi mind trick wasn’t the best idea, but Kota was like a deer in the headlights. It was all that came to mind as she started creeping for the door. Oh the things she went through to get Skittles.

“Hold it!” The crook cocked the gun and Kota sighed.

It’d been worth a shot. Turning back to face them, Kota slid her hands by her side, palms facing away from the gunman. “I don’t suppose we can talk about this? I mean hey, you don’t tell anyone about me being caught naked and I won’t tell anyone uh..that you shot the clerk.”

“Shut up!” Goon number one started stalking towards her.

The My Cousin Vinny reference went right over their heads it seemed. Kota was concentrating on forming an energy ball in her hand. Without her twin nearby though her magic was fritzy at best, but survival instinct was kicking in. She felt the energy forming in her hand, an aura of purple to match the streak in her hair colored the energy.

“Yeah I’m not good at shutting up. Always been told I talked to much.”

The gunman reached out for her and Kota flung the energy ball at him. It hit him in the chest, barely knocking the gunman back before fizzling out. It shocked him, causing enough of a distraction for Kota to bolt into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her, blinking at the blond woman.

“So….we should shimmy out the bathroom window right about now.”

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 9 2011, 02:04 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelYeah, this is awesome, thinks Jo, just as she noticed one of those thieves look up and his head swivel towards her, wishing she hadn't been so goddamned stupid as to leave her gun behind. Who did that? She did, obviously, but when nature calls, it's one feisty bitch. If she hadn't already gone, she'd be pissing herself from fear because who did this? Who walked into a situation like this, a trained HUNTER no less, and let this kind of thing happen? Oh yeah, it's a very good thing that Dean doesn't know about this… and he won't ever know. Nope, she's not going to undergo that kind of torture. God knows he loves to lecture and she doesn't even want to contemplate that.But it was in that moment when she caught sight of something… just as one of the thieves seemed to get that same flash. Did she just…? God, no. She didn't see a red-haired naked girl for a second, did she? Frowning, Jo peered closer, trying to get another look, just to be sure she wasn't cracking up… only to notice it happen again… just as someone said… Pink faerie farts? Yep, she's definitely cracking up. See? Her mother always told her holding it too long was going to fuck her up… and she was right. She's sure her mother would have LOVED to be there, just to hear Jo agree. But it wasn't exactly the best timing, and Ellen Harvelle, though strong and ready wasn't what she needed. No, she needed her mother's gun, maybe… and the rage that always seemed to bubble up at the thought of her. Not feeling so nervous and a little scared…And it was then that the girl reappeared… and realizing that she was actually ACTUALLY real and… was she trying to use a Jedi Mind Trick? Blinking, Jo leans a hand on the doorframe, trying and failing not to smile at the thought, before turning her head to look for anything she might use as a weapon. There was a strange sound from the other room, but of course, she was too distracted to do much more than blink and spot the plunger off in the corner before there was the slap of naked feet against linoleum. Turning back, she only have enough time to look up and notice the shock on the gunman's face as someone, small pink and covered in red hair came barrelling towards her. Before she could think twice, she raised her fists, as if to cold-cock whoever it was… before realizing… okay, maybe she's not being attacked. And naked girl wants to flee. All in all, naked girl is right, and Jo doesn't think twice. "Sure, but for my sake, I seriously hope you're not some freaky nudist, because that's gonna get old fast if I have to clean ass off my upholstery," she says with a frown, wishing, again, that she had her gun. A bullet in the head would be almost better than the thought of scrubbing down the Frog's insides. Sighing, she raised a knee, broke the wooden plunger handle over her knee, shoved the angled end under the door… and then turned away. Yes, she's ready and that will buy them some time. Going straight under the window, she turned back to the girl and frowned. "Alright, cmon, let's get outta here. Faster would be better…" she says and then bends her knees and meshes her fingers just at knee level, waiting for the other girl to come closer so they can get the hell out. No way is she going to leave this girl alone to get shot. Not when she obviously wants to live a clothes-free existence. "Cmon cmon…" she says for the sound of the door rattling as one of the gunmen starts to bang on it. "Cmon!"THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 9 2011, 03:07 PM


Wants To Be This Mortified! Huzzah!


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
“Nudist?” Kota blinked and looked down at herself, a soft flush making her cheeks rosy. “Yeah, not a nudist. Had a little mishap. Difficult to explain.”

Kota had no idea what the other woman had seen, but naked chick running into the bathroom while the convenient store was being robbed probably wasn’t on the top ten things she’d thought she’d see well ever. At least she wasn’t pulling out her phone to take a picture and put it on the internet. The last thing Kota needed was to be caught on video doing magic and get tossed on youtube with a video titled, ’Hot Naked Chameleon Chick.’

When the woman went over to the window, Kota put her bare foot in the woman’s hand and boosted herself out the window. Luckily she landed right where she’d tossed her Jansport. Pulling out her clothes she started getting dressed while waiting for the other woman to come through the window. She shimmed on her jeans, pulling her shirt down and looked around the corner of the store.

One of the gunmen were smart because they realized what the women were doing. He probably had more than one chick escape from a date using the same method. Still barefoot, Kota put the bag of Skittles in her mouth, holding onto the corner with her teach while she reached into the Jansport and pulled out a vial filled with an orange shimmering liquid.

Kota stepped around the corner and grinned. “Well hello tall, dark, and masked.”

The robber aimed his gun at Kota, but she had already thrown the vial at his feet. It shattered, orange smoke rising up around him. It slithered around him like a snake, pulling a scream from him. Kota looked back at the other woman. “We should go. No need to clean ass off your seat.”

Kota grinned at the blonde, not bothering to explain what the orange smoke was doing to the man. Instead she bolted for the only other car in the parking lot. Somehow she didn’t peg the other woman for a minivan type, so Kota figured it was the bad ass muscle car sitting there.

“So that won’t keep him distracted for long, and I assume you have a cell phone, but we should probably go.” It was going to be awkward explaining the potion to the blond. Maybe she would just forget about it, think of it as some sort of trick of the mind. People were known to see things from intense situations that could cause extreme amounts of stress.

At least that was Kota’s story and she was sticking to it.

Kota slid into the passenger seat, the leather warm from the sun. With a smile she pulled open the bag of Skittles, popping some of the fruity goodness into her mouth. “That was awesome!”

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 9 2011, 04:37 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheel"Right. Mishap, sure," Jo all but grunted under her breath even as she bent to allow the other woman to set her bare foot on her hands. The fingers meshed, she pushed up and looked away because of the close proximity of all that bare skin, not willing to be caught with someone thinking she's ogling. Oh no, there's more important things to do, like live. Watching the other woman's feet slither through the open window, though, Jo smirked a second before setting her hands on the window sill, actually more than a little proud that they seem to be getting away. Perhaps should could get out of this situation smelling like a rose? Okay, maybe not. Jo turned around to check the door just in time to watch it splinter at eye level from the first gunshots of the frustrated gunman behind her… and that's all the reason she needed to get her ass moving. Hearing rustling from the other side of the window, she didn't look, only sucked in a deep breath, set her hands on the windowsill and pushed up. Hoisting herself up onto her arms, she kicked out and used that forward momentum to push herself under the half-open window, it catching her at the base of her spine and causing her to gasp. Yeah, she'll feel THAT tomorrow. Spinning and dropping down to the ground, she looked up just in time to see orange smoke enveloping the other gunman… and the naked chick dressing. Okay, so perhaps she needs to come up with something else to call her? Smirking somewhat, she tilted her head back and then grinned at the other woman, even as she got the sinking suspicion that this woman isn't all that she appears to be. Lucky her… and she's pretty sure she just invited her along for a ride. Okay, equally not good. "Good… because I'm sorry but you would be the one cleaning it, not me. Got better things to do," she says, even as she began to speed walk away from the convenience store and dug her keys out of her pocket, the small green frog dangling from the keychain her good luck charm. Given to her by a kid she saved, it's also why she calls her Chevelle 'Frog'. That kid had SOME imagination. Running around to the side of her car, she unlocked it and slid inside, knowing that either she has some kind of witch with her now, or she's just really really into Harry Potter. And yes, she does know what that symbol is at her throat… she hasn't lived under a rock. "Awesome…. yeah, if you enjoy a gun in your face and the threat of imminent harm," she muttered as she gunned the engine and set the car in reverse, peeling out of the parking lot like the hounds of Hell are at her heels. Knowing her luck, they'll be next. "So… lemme guess. That little nudist trick: I'm hoping that wasn't something you do often and got from a book, because, it not? We may have a problem," she muttered low, as if unwilling to believe she's actually invited a witch into her car. Talk about boneheaded moves… "I swear to God, I can't get away from a job even if I try…"And to think! She let a witch save her life. Awesome.THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 12 2011, 09:46 AM


Wants To Be This Mortified! Huzzah!


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
Kota laughed once they were on their way out of the parking lot. Gravel and dirt kicked up in a cloud behind them as the blond sped out of the parking lot. “Woohoo!” The red headed witch could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Even though she had been naked and almost shot, and her energy balls had all but failed it had still been hella fun.

"So… lemme guess. That little nudist trick: I'm hoping that wasn't something you do often and got from a book, because, it not? We may have a problem."

Pulling on her sneakers, Kota looking over at the woman. “Hey we just escaped with our lives from two armed gunmen. That’s awesome stuff! Don’t be such a crabapple. Bask in the ambiance of survival and kick ass!”

Once Kota was fully dressed she leaned back in the seat and opened the Skittles. Come to think of it she probably should have gotten more, but there were other things pressing on her mind. Like making sure she survived with minimal ogling of her lady lumps. That had been step one. Step two was escape, and step three was to call the cops.

Except Kota didn’t have a phone. “Hey, you got a cell?” She realized she’d ignored the blonds question but she didn’t really want to talk about being a witch. It was generally an awkward conversation. Most of the time people didn’t believe her until she did a spell. Then it usually went awry somehow and people took off screaming.

“I’m Kota by the way. That’s short for Dakota. My parents had a thing for naming people places I guess. “ She blinked. “Right, TMI. Just figured I’d introduce myself. Once we call the cops you can drop me anywhere. I can find my own way from here.”

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 12 2011, 02:14 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelThe redhead may be having a great time, but Jo wasn't. Not when she knew that something Supernatural was sitting in her passenger seat and she may have to drill a hole into it. It's never good to befriend the ones you're going to have to kill, and Jo never really liked getting closer than a metre of two away. This? Entirely too close for comfort. That, and the girl's not that bad, which makes it all just ten times worse. Side-eyeing the girl like a pro, she stopped herself from the internal ranting to blink at her. "Crabapple? And I can SWEAR I heard you talking about Faerie farts. Christ, where do you come up with these things?" she blurts before shaking her head, trying her damnedest not to be mean but she's never really met anyone who doesn't just say what they mean. Her mom didn't raise her to say 'oh gosh, golly gee' after all. But she knew too that this girl got her ass out of a scrape and instead of being a complete tight-ass, she just sighed and arched up a little to give herself the room to dig her phone out of her jeans-pocket. Handing it over, she just nodded. She got that there was no answer to her question, but it wasn't really a question at all. She saw what she saw… and that was enough for Jo Harvelle. "Yeah, but…" She yanks the phone back from the girl a second before giving her a pointed look. "No witchy business… and I mean it." With that she handed it back and then turned to look out the windshield, just pressing down on the gas as hard as she could. No way is she being there when the cops come… she's wanted in three states. So far as she knows. But then she did figure that since Kota, as she called herself, was good enough to introduce herself, Jo might as well too. That's all the reason she needed to extend the hand that wasn't gripping the wheel towards the redhead and smirked a little. "Jo. The Jo's short for Joanna… that's it. No fancy reason, just my Dad's grandmother had that name." She shrugs one shoulder idly before giving the wheel a good yank so they could jerk down a pitted country road. If the cops were coming, they'd take the main highway. No way is she being caught. "You may wanna lie low until the police aren't gonna be looking for a red-haired naked chick and a blonde. But that's just me."THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 11:09 AM


Wants To Be This Mortified! Huzzah!


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
Kota took the phone from the blond with a raised brow. It wasn’t a leap to figure that Kota was a witch especially after her little mishap back at the convenience store, but considering the fact that this check was taking it in stride, it made Kota think that she was probably privy to the supernatural community. There wasn’t any magical energies flowing off the woman, so by process of elimination, Kota was going to say vanilla human sprinkled with bad ass hunter.

The red headed witch called in the robbery. To make sure no one traced it to the phone she used some technomancy to block the call and make it untraceable. No need for the cops to try and figure out who the anonymous tipster was. Kota knew better than anyone that anonymous was hard to do with all the technology this day in age. Her technomancy was the only power that continued to work without any difficulties, but then again that had been the one power that her twin didn’t have as well.

Hanging up, Kota handed the phone back to the woman. “Well Jo, short for Joanna, I’m not worried about the cops looking for me, but I’m not going to say no to a free ride either.” She raised a brow at the blond. “What do you think I’m going to do? Turn you into a frog while you’re driving?” She couldn’t help but chuckle.

Kota poured more skittles into her hand, looking out the window as the scenery went by. “Where are you headed anyways?”

If this chick was on her way to hunt, Kota wasn’t sure she wanted to be a part of that. The witch was steadily traveling, soaking up knowledge and working on her potions, in an attempt to bring her sister back from the dark abyss of insanity she resided in. So far she hadn’t had any luck. Insanity wasn’t something that people, even witches could just cure. Especially not when the insanity came from the powers themselves.

For a moment, sadness swept through Kota’s eyes, but the witch quickly pushed it away. She popped some more Skittles and looked back to Jo. “So hunter, magical, or monster?” Kota was still pretty certain she was a hunter, but she didn’t just want to assume. Kota’s witchy powers were mostly on the fritz as it was so for all Kota knew she’d just be making another mess by assuming that Jo was what she appeared to be.

Besides, asking never hurt anyone.

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 12:57 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelJo may be a new hunter… but by no means was she stupid. This chick beside her in the passenger seat of the Frog? She's a witch… and this time, Jo didn't mean it as an insult. She's used to the way that supernaturals look at Hunters, because that's what happens when you kill their kind for a living… and in this case, Jo's not too sure she'll be able to give this girl a noogie, let alone put a bullet in her brain-pan. No, she's almost funny the way she's behaving… and entertainment has always been hard to find on the road. Especially when the person you usually hunt with is your mother. Taking the phone back one the call was made, she sat back and set it down into the well between the seats, watching Kita from her peripheral vision. All she can hope for is that the girl didn't stay on the phone long enough for the cops to trace their location, and as it is, Jo's planned on dumping that phone for a while. It's long past time she got another, and since entirely too many people have that number, it's going to be a supreme pain in the ass, but… it's better than being put behind bars. This way, she could still hunt.But the sound of the girl's voice caused on of Jo's slender brows to rise upwards, just before letting out a snort. "You may not be on their radar, but I'm sorry to say that it's not the case for me, Kota. But you've got a free ride, sure. Just… hope you don't want music. The stereo's been busted for weeks." She was about to go on when the snarky attitude came from across the way and she had to glance over, light brown eyes narrowing. "Wouldn't put it past one of your kind. You guys tend to be all bodily fluids and little forethought…" she says and then idly pats the steering wheel. Yep, Jo's not a fan of witches in general. Why would she be?She frowned and glanced over from the corner of her eye, before frowning at Kota's question. She isn't sure why, but sometimes she's glad to not have to lie… she's fresh from a hunt and sometimes that means peace and relaxation. Like now. "I'm headed back to see some friends… been on the road a while. Time to take a break." She paused and then smirked. "It's in South Dakota. Why? You got places you've gotta be?" she asked even as she turned back to face the road, her hands tightening on the wheel. She doesn't know what kind of welcome she'll get, but it's better than having her mother on her ass for some imagined slight. And there's no way she'll go home when she's got a bruise on her back in he shape of a footprint. Ellen's got a sixth sense for that kind of thing.It was when she was replaying the cause for that bruise in her head, how that Rugaru got out of hand and knocked her down and tried to stomp her in half… that the next question caught her unawares. Blinking, she slowed the car down in small increments before turning her head to look over at Kota, even as she steered the car towards the side of the road. It was only when the were completely stopped did Jo, face set and stony, frowned. "Hunter. How'd you know? Been hunted by one of us before?" And then with her elbow, pops the locks down on the windowsill. "Either you're a very bad witch, or a really good pretender… which is it?"THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 01:18 PM


Wants To Be This Mortified! Huzzah!


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
“No where in particular,” Kota told Jo when the woman asked where she was heading. “I’m sorta floating around. Spreading my wings, learning new things, broadening my horizons you know how that goes.”

The small bag of Skittles was disappearing entirely too quickly. Kota should have gotten more than one bag, especially since it seemed the payment for getting said Skittles was letting people get a look at her lovely lady lumps. She scratched her head, an awkward look coming across her face because the situation had been, well awkward.

“On the radar huh? Wanted in forty eight of fifty states?” She waggled her brows in amusement. “Or is it that all the guys want to ogle your goodies?”

Kota was having fun with the banter, teasing Jo. To be honest there wasn’t a lot of good left in Kota’s life and if she wallowed in that she’d be a bitter hag who probably fell to the dark side of the force. She knew first hand what that looked like and Kota had no desire to wind up in a padded room next to her sister, or worse dead.

Reaching into her Jansport, Kota pulled out a screwdriver. “No problem. Give me ten minutes.” Setting the Skittles aside, Kota leaned over and began to pull the radio apart.

As Jo drove, Kota worked on the radio, using her technomancy to repair a few burnt wires, listening as the mechanics told her what was wrong, guiding her hands and letting her magic flow to repair the damage. Fixing anything was as easy as breathing to Kota. She didn’t always need new parts because her magic allowed her to repair it from the inside out.

She paused for a moment to look at Jo when she asked the series of questions. “No, I’ve never been hunted. I’ve never done anything that warranted being hunted. Also, I feel like you’re Glenda and I’m Dorothy and you’re asking if I’m a good witch or a bad witch. I’m a good witch, though most of my powers are a bit on the fritz right now.”

Kota went back to working on the stereo. “You’re like Suzy Serious. Take a breath, relax. Not all of us magical folk are out to steal the Ruby slippers and send flying monkeys after you.”

She popped the face of the radio back on and turned it on. Music flowed out of the speakers, filling the quiet, subtle tension with a melodic flow. A grin spread across Kota’s face. “Just so we’re clear I don’t usually work for free. If you don’t feel comfortable paying me in cash I will happily take a few bags of Skittles as compensation.”

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 13 2011, 05:42 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelNodding absently at Kota as she continues to drive, Jo simply kept her hands on the wheel and tried not to lose her temper. There's something to be said for travelling alone… you get to have that peace and quiet that only comes from the lack of inane babble… and so far, Jo's sure that this girl beside her is the Queen of that. If it keeps going, Jo's not going to be held accountable… and be forced to bind her mouth with duct tape. "Not that many, but there's a couple states I'm pretty careful stepping in," she says even as she slid her eyes towards the other woman, his mouth set but there's a smile threatening to break out. Oh yeah showing off HER goodies? Her mother would shoot the first man to even turn his head to look, and she knew it. Talk about being coddled… it's one reason she struck out on her own. Twenty-four and still being babied… it was a blow to the ego every time Ellen tried to pull her back.But when Kota reached for her bag, it was Jo's knee-jerk reaction to go for one of her boots, where she'd stuck her father's knife. Yet when she realized what was going on, her eyes narrowed and she frowned. "I really think you're gonna be fighting a losing battle there… but go on, knock yourself out. Whatever makes you happy." She turned away, mouth set in frustrated lines again, not really all that interested in having some company who threw balls of light and tended to use their own bodily fluids for pretty spells. Then again, this chick was naked when they met. Who does that? It was only when the other girl began answering her questions that Jo turned her eyes back to Kota before arching a brow. "Don't you mean, uh, I'm Dorothy? I'm not the witch here, not that I don't feel like a house just landed on me…" she began, only to snicker. "Okay, fine, good to know you're not the most in-control of your powers… because, gotta admit? The thought of shooting you feels like kickin' a puppy, but cmon, Kota… this is all kinds of weird, even for me." She turned back to face front before frowning again. "Not Suzy Serious… more like… trying not to trust people I shouldn't. Still trying to figure it out." And honestly, she's not about to tell this girl that she'd seen her fair share of witches who took people out after appearing to be their friends. Trust isn't earned with Jo until you've shed blood… or… okay, fixed her stereo. She hadn't expected the stereo to work at all, considering the guy who usually fixed the Frog said that he'd have to scrounge and barter for more parts. This… she is shocked, and looks it, even as she watched Kota with wide eyes. "Wait… how'd you do that?" she said, making a face at the stereo before flicking her dark eyes to Kota's face. "I don't have Skittles… or cash. So I guess you're stuck here until I get either one of those, huh?" she says just before pressing on the gas again and pulls the car back onto the pitted country lane. "I don't eat candy… makes people hyper." And… NOW she got it. "Maybe you should cut down?"THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 17 2011, 02:02 PM


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
Kota could understand the need to stay away from the cops. Mainly because if anyone realized that her twin was in a mental institution, well things became awkward. It wasn’t anyone’s business as it were and Kota rarely, if ever discussed it. Instead she just held onto her quirky self, locking away all the dark, miserable feelings, because let’s be honest – who wants to feel like that?

"Not Suzy Serious… more like… trying not to trust people I shouldn't. Still trying to figure it out."

The red headed witch couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “This isn’t a seventy horrors flick. I’m not hitchhiker is going to slowly drive you into madness before killing you. Besides I already told me you can drop me off if you didn’t want me going along with you for the long haul.”

Kota was trying to figure out what her next move was. She needed to find a place to settle down for a few days to work as a handy man, make some quick cash and find a lead or two on another source that might be able to help her sister. The farther Kota got away from Cheyenne the less she felt her pain, but she knew her sister was in a dark place, and no matter what, she couldn’t let her stay there.

"Wait… how'd you do that?"

Chuckling, Kota leaned back in the seat and put her feet on the dashboard. Rolling down the window she let her hand hang out of the car, the wind whipping through her fingers, dragging her hand back. “I’m good with fixing things – so long as it’s mechanical or electronic. Just something in the wiring talks to me. Way it’s always been.”

"I don't have Skittles… or cash. So I guess you're stuck here until I get either one of those, huh?"

“I can always put in a marker.” The witch continued looking out the window. “But it wasn’t that big of a deal so we’ll call it even for you giving me a ride out of dodge.”

"I don't eat candy… makes people hyper. Maybe you should cut down?"

Kota couldn’t help but laugh. “Skittles is my life force. It’s what gives me cognitive brain function and my genius level IQ. If I were a car it would be my gas, but I probably wouldn’t be too comfortable with where people placed the nozzle.” Kota wrinkled her nose, her head bobbing to the music.

“So if you’re a hunter you probably have a lot of sources. Any of them know a thing or two about witches? I mean like maybe specialize in the species?”

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Posted: Oct 17 2011, 03:12 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheel"You may think that this isn't a horror movie, Kota, but in my experience, it's when you least expect something to go down… that's when it does," Jo shoots back at the witch, her eyes narrowed in some annoyance before slipping back to face front. It's only when she's thought about it a little does she snort out a rather mirthless laugh. "Besides, I'm not going to leave some girl alone in the middle of nowhere, witch or no witch. I'm not a murderer." Honestly, Jo hadn't wanted to take this little detour. For her, she wanted to get the job done, hide out a few days and heal, (because the job usually causes its fair share of bruises and broken bones) and then find another. Flying by the seat of her pants and picking up some stray wasn't on her to-do list. Yet, she was still trying to decide if she should even trust this girl, mostly because, in her experience, trusting the Supernatural tended to get Hunters killed. Or confused, and that equalled the same thing in her book. "Well, I guess that's a skill I could get behind, especially since you've fixed this thing," she says with a finger pointing at the radio, the tape desk rewinding by itself to play the one that was in there when it went tit's-up. It's REO, of course. That alone is enough to brighten her mood, enough to make her smile a bit, the soothing sounds wafting through the car. "Handy."Yet, she nodded a bit for having some kind of marker, and even went so far as to keep looking over at Kota with a frown. "Fair enough. Though I think that it means more to me than just… a ride. You don't seem like the usual witch like I've seen, so it's not THAT big a deal to shuttle you on a little while longer." She had to smile though for the other woman's lightheartedness, and for a split-second, she wished she hadn't seen some of the things she had, just so she could be that upbeat. But it's a fool's hope… she can't change the past. "Well, that's probably a good thing that you're not some kinda car… but alright, the next gas station we come across, we'll grab Skittles. Not that they don't look like little brightly-coloured pills of doom to me." Yet, when the witch peppered her with question, Jo leaned back, one shoulder pressing into the seat behind her as she half-turned to face her passenger. "Well, I know this older hunter… he's kind of a 'know-it-all' about all kinds of things. Maybe I could put in a call to him… been meaning to do it anyway. I did plan to stop in at his place, and it's always polite to call first, right?" she says with a quick smile and a chuckle before turning to face front. "His name's Bobby… and his place's crawling with books. He's bound to know something, or at least, who to get in touch with. Me, I'm kinda new to all this, so… it wouldn't hurt to rope someone else in."THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW haha got a little confusion going on, but it's all good!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
DAKOTA 'KOTA' MONTGOMERY
Posted: Oct 20 2011, 10:39 AM


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she lights it up like a million sparks
shooting from the hip straight to your heart
Jo apparently had no faith in Kota’s abilities. It made her raise an eyebrow at the blond bombshell sitting behind the steering wheel. Kota was beyond capable of taking care of herself. One of the perks of being a witch is being able to take care of herself. If someone came along who meant her harm, well the red headed firecracker would most definitely be able to handle it.

Unless they were another witch, or a demon, or a monster. Okay so there were a lot of things that could hurt Kota, but vanilla human wasn’t one of them, unless they were a hunter of course. Even then it was a fifty-fifty shot pending on if they knew what they were doing.

“You wouldn’t be murdering me. Murdering requires you to take someones life by your own hand, or didn’t they teach that at the hunters academy.” The witch smirked and tucked away the rest of her Skittles. She was going to need to make sure that she rationed them well until she made her way to another convenience store or gas station. If Kota had the money she’d honestly buy stock in them. Then they could keep her money and pay her in Skittles. It’d so be worth it.

“Bobby huh? What is he a geek that holds up in house pouring over books of the occult all day long?” She smirked, and started bobbing her head to the music.

Ha! Bobbing Bobby!

“I’ll definitely take a look over his books; see if he’s got anything I can use.” She looked over at Jo again, the tips of her converse bending from flexing her toes. “Seriously you’re kinda cryptic, and defensive. Are you constipated? I have a potion for that. You’ll feel a lot better afterwards – might even smile a little.”

Kota chuckled and leaned back in her seat. For Jo this might be a long ride, but it was hard to ruffle Kota’s feathers. She planned on enjoying every second that she could.

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JO HARVELLE
Posted: Oct 20 2011, 01:50 PM


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keep your eyes on the roadyour hand upon the wheelOf course Jo wasn't a fan, at least a hundred-percent, of Kota's because the girl's a witch. To have the redhead still in her car was a miracle, really, when she was taught that she wasn't to trust anything that was on the Other Side. The Other Side being 'witches, werewolves, vampires… you name it', according to Ellen. There's more than a little wriggle room in there, because what hunter knows a witch on sight? Definitely not one who's new to the profession and that's what Jo's going to use as an excuse if this ends badly.She's definitely expecting that."Nope, sweetheart. Murder involves more than me laying hands on you: it requires some sort of premeditation. Oh wait… did they not teach that at Hogwarts?" she shoots back with one pale brow raised in the other girl's direction before snickering. Oh yes, she wants to out-bitch Jo Harvelle? Bring it on.Honestly, she's one step away from screaming at her that she must be Dean Winchester in a female body… and now she's starting to see that maybe, just maybe… Sam Winchester is a bit of a saint. On further thought: okay, maybe not. She hasn't gotten over the whole 'kidnapping and beating' he laid on her all those years ago. Harvelle's have long memories.But pulled out of her thoughts by Kota's voice, she glances over from the corner of her eye before chuckling. "Not really. Think… junkyard owner turned occult-know it all." Then again, she wouldn't want Bobby to be anyone else than who he is… a good man put into a horrible situation by a twist of fate. "But he's a good guy and if he doesn't have a book or three that'll help, damn… I'd be really surprised."She listens along to the music, tuning the other woman out for a bit in the need to relax, Cronin's voice always helping her maintain. Yeah, talk about a drug, hers is REO. Yet, when Kota's voice pierced that happy bubble, she arched a brow and slowly turned her head to look at her with disdain. "Not constipated… more like annoyed and a little bit wishing I didn't have a thing against pushing people out of a moving vehicle." She gives her a quick but brilliant grin before facing front. "But no, sorry, just have a lot on my mind. I don't usually talk to strangers… and you even come equipped with candy. Working on the trust here," she adds, and then chuckles, reaching for the dial on the stereo.Yep, peace and Cronin… THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR THE AMAZING KOTA. OH, AND I WANTED YOU TO KNOW fun stuff... gotta love the girls!.THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO ! OF CAUTION 2.0, AND THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO THE AMAZING THE DOORS. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR MUNCHKINS WILL EAT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
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