Logs:Blunt Interpretations
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| RL Date: 6 June, 2015 |
| Who: Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Jo mulls over the vision she and R'hin had received in Igen. |
| Where: Dive Bar, Greenfields Hold |
| When: Day 2, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: A Jo Vignette. Dark, and language. |
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| "Ya should've rotted in those mines." Some days, Jo wished she didn't have as good a memory that she does, for not even the most potent booze on Pern could wash away the lingering bad taste in her mouth that was that vision in Igen. Whenever she was stuck in her well-concealed feelings, the convict rider had always turned towards haunting the old Greenfields hold dive bar. This night she sat through another round of drinks amongst those she considered friends - fellow "ex-cons" M'ron, Kait, Sybile and Dov - lost in her thoughts and away from the usual banter that flowed around her. This was almost normal. When Jo was in one of her moods, they knew well enough to leave alone. "Yer the no-good criminal'n whore like I knew ya'd to be." That vision shook her. Jo didn't admit that to R'hin - he had looked shaken up enough for the both of them - but she could admit it in Greenfields. Away from the Weyr. She replayed the conversations back in her head, over and over, mulling over them like she was studying one of her drawn maps. "And you? For what purpose do you seek insight?" "Seein' if I'm doin' what I'm s'pose to be." "Seein' if there's more to me. Insight, ya know." Her answers were true enough, but Jo didn't really need a vision to tell her what she had already knew. Seeing her family wasn't what shook her up. Most of them were only worth a fist to the jaw as far as the bluerider was concerned. No insight needed there. Maybe she was a little concerned for the fact that her little brother, Lijo, looked too faded to be real. That only made her resolve to find him that more concrete. Being back in Keogh wasn't what shook her up. Despite her asshole of a father, Jo had many good memories at the hold. She had liked learning to be a guard. She had liked being a holdbred girl, even though she didn't have her mother. Even though she had spent her childhood surrounded by boys and were, for the most part, being treated like a boy. Keogh was the path, the future she could have easily taken. What shook her up were the bodies. Some of the bodies, she had recognized. Others, she didn't even know their names. For the most part, she wasn't the one that slit their throats. She had shucked them Between, which to her, was far better treatment than what those that hired her would've done. As far as Jo was concerned, she was doing a proper service. That still didn't explain why when she had turned around, seeing them all lined up in rows like so had almost caused her to piss herself. And, well, it wasn't like she was a saint for her "proper burial services" Between. Like she had told R'hin, she had red-stained hands, too. Everything she had ever done since stepping foot in Greenfields was planned. Meeting Taikrin. Having Taikrin Search her for the latest clutch at the time. Impressing Tacuseth (though, not even the criminal element at Greenfields could really predict an Impression). Being tapped into Glacier wing (where Taikrin just so happens to have control of). What Jo didn't expect was Tacuseth (a bond she could never regret), or Aishani, or Z'ian, or even R'hin. Despite all of that, she had always stayed on target. It wasn't going to change anytime soon. The Weyr was a job, just like any other she's taken in her life. Seeing those bodies and hearing those words, Jo knew where her loyalties had to fall. The shadows were a selfish mistress, after all, and Jo felt she had a big debt to pay. At the end of the day, regardless of which goldrider had died, or which man or woman she had fucked that night, or whether she would ever have a change of heart about all the things she had done - continues to do - "Jo. He's ready." Grathon came up to their table at the dive bar, cutting through her thoughts with a nod. Her circle of friends look on as Jo drags herself to her feet. Her composure was Teflon Jo - Untouchable Jo, and her thoughts on the vision faded to the back of her mind where it should be. Lanvec wasn't a boss to be kept waiting, and he was part of the real bosses that her and her friends served. It wasn't that Jo didn't know who she was. It was that Jo knew who she had to be. Maybe she was being delusional - mentally glossing over what all that vision was really trying to show her - , but that had to be good enough for now. At the end of the day, business was business. |
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Alida (01:27, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...
Alida would understand...and sometimes commiserate.
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