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Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Octavia Blake, Aug 6, 2017.

  1. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    June 16th
    late evening
    @Jo Harvelle

    It was funny how nightmares started to blur together after a while. When she was younger, she used to dream of being on Earth's surface, with the sun on her face. Then the blue of the sky would turn into the airlock, and she'd watch as her mother and brother were floated right in front of her, and then she'd be dragged away and thrown into a dark hole for the rest of her life. On the ground she dreamed of Mount Weather, of watching the man she loved turned into a snarling Reaper, of being tied down so he could kill her. And behind Lincoln was the President of that little mountain hideout, except sometimes he had Clarke's face, or Kane's. Later, he had Bellamy's face, and Lincoln was the one tied down while Octavia pressed a gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

    Now she dreamed of a one-eyed man, of the sounds of her closest friend getting hit over and over while the living dead reached from their cages, and one of them - always - had Lincoln's face. Sometimes there was no cage to hold him back, and she had to sit there helplessly and listen while Jo was beaten over and over, and watch while the lover she'd lost shuffled forward to devour her, blood seeping from the bullet wound in his head.

    It probably wasn't surprising, then, that Octavia didn't sleep a whole hell of a lot. When she did, it was with the buzz of alcohol to drown out the rest. She knew it wasn't a healthy lifestyle, but she did what she had to do to get by. The lack of sleep was why she'd taken to wearing the barest traces of makeup (that definitely was not very expertly applied). Just enough to cover the dark circles around her eyes and the gaunt, haunted shadows under her cheekbones. She felt so damn old, and she was barely eighteen.

    Tonight she put her happy face on, pulling the buzz of liquor over her expression like a mask. She was looking forward to seeing Jo, and felt more than a little ashamed that so long had passed before she reached out. It wasn't normally how Octavia did things. She didn't leave her people by the wayside after something like that, and Jo was definitely her people.

    She was sitting at a high top just to the right of the door when it opened and the hunter stepped in. "Jo." Initially she meant to just wave for the other woman's attention, but a sudden surge of emotions passed over her. Before she knew what she was doing Octavia was up and reaching out to hug her friend; a brief but genuine gesture. Jo never seemed like the hugging type, but Octavia was, and in that moment it was probably more for herself than anything.

    "You look good, considering," she said with a smirk full of dark humor. She stepped away, moving back to her stool. "I was just about to try some crab legs for the first time." Her hazel eyes slid to the still-steaming bucket that had been set down in front of her a few moments before. Her expression was caught between anticipation and skepticism as she eyed the spiny appendages.
     
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  2. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Jo had appreciated the space that both the Blake siblings had given her. For the blonde to bounce back from this, she needed to be by herself. Locked away from anyone knowing where she was or what she was doing. She felt safer when she was hiding like that. Locked away in a room with no windows and triple locks would have been preferred. A panic room, in her own home. Now that would have been even better. The blonde wasn't entirely certain if she could have ever built such a thing in most of the homes in Pandora Town, but she might have been able to at another place. It was the first time she had ever thought about having a home in Pandora. Funny how it struck her out of the blue like this.

    Instead of concentrating on that, the blonde had followed O's directions to the bar, trying to remember that things might not be the same for the brunette. They had both been through a rough time, but while both of them were strong, they were still different people. Jo was... mostly over it. Her anger had become something cold, held in the back of her mind. Something that would pull a trigger with ease if she ran into Phillip Blake ever again. If she even caught wind that the man was around, she'd live up to her promise and put a bullet through him before he even knew she was there.

    Other than that though, Jo was certain that she was fine. She had been through worse. She would likely go through worse if a case went south. It could have been so much worse. They hadn't been turned into vampires or fed off. A werewolf hadn't turned them. They hadn't had a million different, worse things done to them. It could have been worse but the Gov's anger seemed to color every interaction he had. Which made things straight forwardly violent, despite all his other talks.

    Jo. Her name caught her attention when she walked into the bar on the beach of Cascade Bay. It was a decent looking place, but she always compared everything to the Roadhouse. Nothing would be as good as her mom's bar had been, even before it had exploded all over the street. A smile lit up the hunter's face and seconds later the two were hugging. Jo wrapped her good arm around Octavia to squeeze her back, her smile turning into a grin.

    "Crab's good. You'll like it." It was easy to forget that Octavia hadn't experienced a lot of things back in her world. It was a completely different place. She slid into the seat next to Octavia and put her bag down beside them. Grinning slightly and waving over the bartender to get her a beer before too much talking started. "You don't look too bad yourself. Bruises healing up alright?" Octavia was in better shape than Jo, but Jo had to ask. Because she really did want to know the answer to that question in person. Never mind the text.
     
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  3. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    She slid back onto her stool, picking up her drink - a frozen margarita - and taking a large swallow. She didn't even wince at the dull pounding that started behind her eyes from the cold drink. She welcomed the sensation, even. It was yet another thing to distract from whatever shadows reached for her thoughts. Where Octavia was faring better than Jo physically, mentally was probably a different story. It wasn't that she was weak or scared or broken, it was just that she'd been through more in the past two years than most people went through in their entire lives. She'd gone from almost total isolation to being thrust into a violent, painful world where she watched the people she loved get hurt and killed, over and over.

    Things were catching up to her, it seemed, and she was doing her damn best to stay ahead of it all.

    This helped, though. Sitting there with Jo in a normal place, with a huge glass of frozen alcoholic slush and a big bucket of spiny crab legs that looked vaguely frightening. She picked up the... what were they called? Crab-leg-crushers? She turned the metal gadget over in her hands, then after a moment she shrugged and pulled a big leg from the bucket.

    "I'm healing fine," she replied, using the excuse of figuring out how to best break apart the crab leg to avoid meeting Jo's eyes. It wasn't a lie that she was physically fine, but the rest was questionable. Octavia just wasn't the kind of person to admit to that. Mostly because not-being-fine was a pretty standard state of being for the people who came from her world. Why cry about it? After several moments of struggling with the crab leg and making a mess of the shell but somehow managing not to get to any of the actual meat, Octavia let out a huff of frustration and dropped it onto the table.

    "Who the hell goes to this trouble for food?" she asked, waving her hands helplessly at the bucket and the metal leg-crusher-thing. "There some kind of trick to this?" She wasn't really upset. If figuring out how to properly break apart a crab leg was her biggest problem, she was pretty well set.
     
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  4. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    This relationship had become something important to Jo over the months since they had met. Different entirely from the way that Jo felt around Bellamy, she felt like an overprotective older sister to Octavia. Perhaps it had something to do with her feelings of her brother, but the hunter was pretty sure because the two of them felt like kindred spirits instead. There were plenty of times were O reminded Jo of herself, then went and did something impressive that Jo wasn't entirely sure she would have been able to pull off herself. It was complicated, but it was good all the same.

    "Nah, no trick to it. You just gotta be stubborn." Jo didn't have crab all the time, but there had been enough in her life that she knew what she was doing around a claw crusher. She grinned slightly and pulled the crab in her direction, carefully cracking open one of the legs before popping some of the meat into her mouth. Helping herself, as it were, before she waved over the bartender to order a double of what Octavia had already gotten.

    "There's plenty of things I haven't tried that require more work." Like actually cooking. Jo could make chili and that sort of thing, but she was never going to be a mean home cook. She could mix a drink and shoot amazingly, but she wasn't the sort of person who was good at making chicken noodle soup from scratch. What hunter needed to know that when pizza was cheaper and easier?

    "How long have you been wrestling with this?" Jo had never had siblings, the closest she ever had was Ash and he didn't quite count. But if she had ever wanted one, well, she wanted someone like Octavia. Which meant that Jo was going to tease the younger woman in these sorts of moments. Right back to the way things had been, never mind all the horrible things that had happened because of Phillip Blake. One day, Jo would put a bullet in between his eyes, and then that matter would be closed.
     
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  5. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    Human
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    Chaotic Good
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    She watched Jo easily crack open a leg and suck some of the meat out. Well, Octavia must sure as hell look like an idiot right now. She blew out a frustrated breath of air, then squared her shoulders, grabbed a new (and less mangled) leg, and tried to copy Jo's movements. Seemed like more of a sharp squeeze than a crushing motion, and once Octavia got the hang of that she was rewarded with a stream of juices running down her hand. But hey - she'd gotten to the meat. She lifted her hand to lick the juice off, not really considering that in civilized company, such a gesture was probably considered a little uncouth.

    Jo's question was met with narrowed eyes, though Octavia's lips were twitched upwards into a smirk to indicate that she hadn't really taken offense. "Look, where I come from we'd just smash this shit open with a rock and be done with it." She pointedly held up the crab-leg-crusher things (she still didn't know what they were called). "Seems to me like 'civilization' just means making things harder so they're not as messy." There was a disdainful lilt to her voice, but it wasn't genuine. She was being teased, so she was teasing back.

    She popped some of the meat into her mouth, taking a moment to get familiar with the taste. Not bad. It had that vaguely fishy quality that all seafood seemed to have, so it reminded her a little of the fish and crayfish she'd experienced back in her world. But there was another quality to it that made it unique. She washed the shellfish down with a swig of beer, then set about cracking the leg open further to pull more out.

    "Anyway, I've been trying to get out and experience more, y'know? Lived my whole life hiding or fighting." She was tired of both of those things. She might have a warrior's heart, but that didn't mean she reveled in the blood and killing. "Dylan says I need to live a little, stop acting like I'm going to end up in a pool of my own blood." She grinned and held up a crab leg in a mock-toasting gesture - here's to new things. This was a good start, right?
     
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  6. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Smashing it open with a rock? That would have worked too. In fact, there were still plenty of places in the world that managed that too. Because it was just easier that way, right? Jo wouldn't have cared if she had been having a crab pot on a beach. But she understood where Octavia was coming from. There was a big different between Pandora and the world she had left behind, even on the basics.

    Of course that didn't matter in the long run. The brunette was also a quick learner. Jo was sure that she could figure this all out as long as she put her mind to it. But maybe that was the pride in her speaking. There was a lot about Octavia that made Jo... well, it made her feel like she was family. Just a little bit.

    "And who's Dylan?" Jo hadn't missed that little key bit of information. Obviously whoever Dylan was, he was important enough for Octavia to mention. To take advice from. And Jo knew that taking it easy wasn't something either of them were going to manage very well. They both needed to learn how to relax.

    "And how have you been managing to relax?" She had to get the other woman talking, because she was really hungry. Jo pulled another piece of crab her way, cracking it open with the little metal claw cracker all over again. It was time to do something completely normal and have a bit of gossip. Nothing serious. Just crab, beer, and gossip. They could manage that much, right?
     
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  7. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    Vagabond
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    Human
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    Octavia blinked at the question because she hadn't even realized she'd said Dylan's name. A small frown pulled her brows downward and she took her time chewing that last bite of crab, trying to figure out how she was supposed to explain who Dylan was. She wouldn't go so far as to call him her boyfriend - in fact, the thought of it made her want to snort with derision. But he'd been there for her when she hadn't had anyone else, he'd helped her claw her way back from the dark hole that the one-eyed psychopath had left her in.

    "Dylan's a friend," she said with a shrug, figuring that was the closest thing to the truth. He was probably a little more than that, but it wasn't something she was ready to entertain, yet. Not when she was still having dreams about Lincoln. But then, because Jo really was a friend, and because Octavia felt comfortable enough to do so, she flashed a smirk, one eyebrow twitching up in a mischievous expression. "With benefits, occasionally." The smirk faded, and because Octavia didn't want to totally downplay the connection between Dylan and herself, she added, "He was there for me, after." Another shrug, which probably indicated how awkward she felt about the whole subject. Even six months ago she couldn't have imagined herself moving on from Lincoln, and part of her still recoiled with guilt and despair at the thought.

    She lifted her beer and downed the remaining liquid, then waved a hand for the server's attention and ordered another. The alcohol was spreading slow, pleasant warmth through her veins. "You're lookin' at it," she said in reply to that second question, gesturing to the food and the beer. "Going a little stir-crazy in those caves, to be honest. Bellamy's more overbearing than usual. He blames himself for everything," she rolled her eyes briefly in an expression that was half-exasperation, half-affection. "You know how he is." Better than most other people would, anyway. Bellamy was one of those people that took responsibility for everyone around him, like he was somehow supposed to control their fates and the decisions they made. Part of that was because of Octavia. He'd been raised to believe that his purpose was to protect her. It was kind of a shitty thing to tell a kid - that the whole reason they were around was to look after someone else. Aurora had been a good mother, but she'd put an impossible weight on Bellamy's shoulders. And no matter how strong Octavia got - regardless of the fact that she could (and had) kicked Bellamy's ass - it didn't change the sense of responsibility he felt.

    "How are you two? I mean... you didn't seem to be talking much before all that," she waved a hand in a vague gesture, like she was talking about some casual trip they'd taken as opposed to being kidnapped and tortured. It probably wasn't the light, casual conversation that either of them had been hoping for, but Octavia couldn't help asking. These were the two people who were most important to her in this world, after all.
     
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  8. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Dylan was a friend, was he? Jo could imagine how that might have sounded in Octavia's head. The blonde knew how it sounded to her. Of course the truth came out seconds later, leaving Jo smirking just a little bit into her beer. She thought that it was a good thing that Octavia had a close friend. Even if she didn't know the guy, it was always good to have friends. As far as friends with benefits went... well, she wasn't Octavia's actual older sister, so there was enough space there that the blonde wasn't worried. Or too over protective. That would be Bellamy's job, if he ever found out.

    Bellamy being an overbearing sibling would also be... well, it made sense to Jo. Truth be told, she had seen the other Blake sibling just two days before this. A little odd that she was seeing them this closely, but it was what it was. Bellamy two days before, Octavia now, and truth be told she had a couple of things on her mind as well. Jo and Bellamy hadn't spoken a damn word until she had been the one to reach out. But that was only fair, given everything that had happened between the two of them.

    "We're alright. I saw him the other day actually." It had been good to see Bellamy like that. It was obvious to Jo that s he wasn't going to be able to stay away from either Blake, for very different reasons. She was done running away from things she didn't want to deal with. Jo wanted to settle down. Wanted to have something for herself here in Pandora. There was plenty to do if she wanted to really open the Roadhouse here in Cascade Bay, but she was willing to do it.

    "I'm going to be moving to Cascade Bay. Going to open a bar here, hopefully." Not in contention with this place, because Jo didn't know how crab was kept or cooked or any of that. Besides there seemed to be a number of places that served seafood in the Bay. Might as well stand a little bit out from the crowd and be a pub/bar, right? "It's what I use to do with my mom back home. Kind of what I know how to do, second to hunting." Maybe even a little bit more than hunting, her mother had never shied away from teaching her how to run the Roadhouse after all.
     
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  9. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    She knew Bellamy had gone to see Jo, but she had no idea what they'd talked about. She didn't ask, and she wouldn't, because it wasn't really her business. Still, she was glad to hear that the two seemed to be on good terms, now. Bellamy deserved to have someone, deserved not to be alone. That she could apply the same logic to herself didn't cross Octavia's mind. It was different, anyway.

    "A bar, huh?" she grinned as she tried to imagine Jo behind a bar, serving people alcohol, dealing with rowdy drunk people. It was an amusing picture. "Sounds like fun. That mean you're quitting the other job?" Octavia still wasn't sure what she wanted to do with herself in Pandora. Sure, she worked for Ward, but it wasn't exactly rewarding stuff. She was pretty sure Indra would have a thing or two to say about selling her skills. But what other option was there? She didn't really know how to do anything else. In O's world, she'd been one of the strongest, most capable fighters among her people. Her skills had made her invaluable. But here in Pandora? People like her were a dime a dozen, it seemed.

    On Earth, Octavia had had a purpose. Here, she was just floundering. It wasn't a nice feeling.
     
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  10. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    That mean you're quitting the other job? Jo hesitated to answer because she wasn't entirely sure what the brunette was talking about. She didn't know which job O was talking about. The caravan guarding? That was easily given up. It had just given her an excuse for being on the move and not being asked too many questions about the guns. And the odd habits. Her caravan had trusted her entirely, which was good, but it was time to leave it.

    "I'm not going to be able to guard a caravan and run a bar." She laughed a little bit, but didn't dip into hunting. Jo was still going to hunt. The blonde wouldn't be able to walk away from that. She'd just have to go about it smarter. Now that she wasn't feeling like every breath was a struggle against the idea of being dead... well, she wanted to live.

    "You could come work for me if you wanted." Jo slid the idea in, glad she had been able to keep herself calm and concentrated on her food while she spoke. Octavia didn't have to, obviously, but she was always going to have a place to go to in Cascade Bay if she wanted. Not that Jo could manage to say such a thing, but hopefully the brunette would understand.
     
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  11. Octavia Blake

    Octavia Blake The 100

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    Human
    Age:
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    Chaotic Good
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    She'd meant the caravan stuff, and looked thoughtful when Jo confirmed. She wouldn't have asked that about hunting. That would be like asking Octavia if she was quitting being a warrior. It wasn't something you just quit. It was part of who she was, and she assumed it was much the same with Jo. She looked thoughtful, still trying to come to terms with the image of Jo Harvelle behind a bar, serving liquor to rowdy drunks. It was hard to picture, but Octavia had never seen Jo in that kind of setting before.

    O blinked at the question so casually asked, her gaze refocusing on Jo's face. She was quiet for just a handful of seconds. As casually as Jo asked it, Octavia felt it deserved some consideration. It also felt like there was more to the job offer than just a way to make money. Jo was offering her a place. She finished off a piece of crab, sucked the juice off her finger and grabbed a napkin. "You think I'd be any good at that sort of thing?" she finally asked, the question spoken in good humor. "I'm not exactly known for my charming personality." She smirked, then sobered after a moment.

    "I can't leave Bell," she went on quietly, leaning forward with her arms folded on the table in front of her, one over the other. "We still have some stuff to sort out. And someone has to make sure he doesn't go pissing the wrong people off." The smirk returned, and it was both affectionate and smug at the same time. "He likes to think he takes care of me, but we all know it's the other way around." That wasn't totally true, either. The Blakes took care of each other.

    "You better believe I'll be one of your regulars, though. And I'd like to help you get set up when the time comes, if you're up for it. Hauling boxes, stocking shelves... whatever you need, Jo." She didn't exactly phrase it as a question, because she figured Jo would decline out of that sense of independence and stubbornness that strong women like them tended to have. Anyway, she wanted Jo to understand that Octavia was here for her. Even if she couldn't up and leave her brother right now, that didn't mean that Jo was any less part of the little clan Octavia had made for herself in Pandora.
     
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