1) Jo had gone to Europe on little more than a whim. Or at least it felt like a whim. She had someone watching her apartment, had her mail forwarded to Hanson's, and her badge suspended before packing her bags and getting on a red eye to Paris.
Isaac had the whole trip planned out. Every minute. And while there was something comforting in knowing what they were going to do when they were going to do it, it was less comforting than having a every second dictated. Jo lost her patience somewhere between Caen and Portsmouth when Isaac told her what they'd be doing for the next week. She told him she couldn't do this anymore and she got on the next train to London where she sat at a cafe inside King's Cross with her luggage piled under her seat and a cup of coffee completely abandoned.
"What the hell was I thinking?" Jo groaned into her hands as she slumped forward onto her elbows. Isaac was probably already on a flight to New York. And she was stuck in a foreign country with no friends or family here.
7) This is what happens when you aren't an actual police officer and you try to intervene in a brawl. Jo couldn't flash her badge because well, she didn't have one. So she'd gotten dragged in with the rest of the group she was trying to break up.
"I'd say it can't get any worse, but -," Jo knocks on the wooden bench she's sitting on. She isn't superstitious by nature, but knowing how this trip is going - a little salt throwing and wood knocking couldn't hurt.
Jo Martinez | Forever | Human
Isaac had the whole trip planned out. Every minute. And while there was something comforting in knowing what they were going to do when they were going to do it, it was less comforting than having a every second dictated. Jo lost her patience somewhere between Caen and Portsmouth when Isaac told her what they'd be doing for the next week. She told him she couldn't do this anymore and she got on the next train to London where she sat at a cafe inside King's Cross with her luggage piled under her seat and a cup of coffee completely abandoned.
"What the hell was I thinking?" Jo groaned into her hands as she slumped forward onto her elbows. Isaac was probably already on a flight to New York. And she was stuck in a foreign country with no friends or family here.
7) This is what happens when you aren't an actual police officer and you try to intervene in a brawl. Jo couldn't flash her badge because well, she didn't have one. So she'd gotten dragged in with the rest of the group she was trying to break up.
"I'd say it can't get any worse, but -," Jo knocks on the wooden bench she's sitting on. She isn't superstitious by nature, but knowing how this trip is going - a little salt throwing and wood knocking couldn't hurt.
8) Whatever you want!