[Well she spotted Jesse from a mile away at least, the sweatshirt definitely giving him away. She lifts her head to acknowledge she's the one he's looking for when she does turn to greet him. Only his reaction is... perplexing at best. He looks like someone just died. Her brows knit as she watches him carefully as he all but collapses across from him.]
Ugh, Jesse, right? [Her voice sounds a little different to what he's used to. Still a little flat and monotone, but there's a bit of a lilt, a softening of some syllables. When she talks more he might even hear a bit of a drawl on some of her vowels. It's hidden in there, but growing up speaking French and then going to school just outside of New Orleans had given her enough of an accent that she's spent years trying to hide.]
Your friend Badger told me I needed to come to you. [Specifically.]
[ He swallows hard, looking around the diner a little nervously. He has a twitchy sort of energy buzzing about him. He knows in his head this isn't Jane, but he can't help the way his heart skips a beat when she says his name. It's bringing a whole lot of memories flooding back and he can't stop staring at her. He catches himself, though, and quickly averts his gaze down to the table, affording her a glance every now and again. There's a hint of familiarity in her voice, but it's just different enough to solidify for him that this isn't Jane. She hasn't been resurrected somehow, magically. She's still cold and dead, buried in a grave somewhere. He spent weeks trying to find out where, but never could. Maybe that's part of why this feels so surreal. He'd never gotten that full closure of seeing her name carved into a headstone. ]
So you, uh. You know Badger? What exactly were you lookin' for?
[ Jesse glances up again, then gets quiet when a waitress stops by to take their order. He isn't really hungry, but he figures it'll be less weird if he orders something anyway, so he gets a side of fries with a Coke. At least it's something to pick at while they talk. ]
I wouldn't say I really know him. I moved into an apartment not far from his a few weeks back, ended up at a party. [Which isn't really surprising probably. She watches him though. He looks like he's going to be sick, and she doesn't really understand it. She has no way of knowing what's in his head, but she's here for a reason.]
I don't really fuck with the shit that he has. I'm on the lookout for a few things, but he said you sometimes go to Mexico? I could pay you good money to take me. I need to see someone. But I might also have a list of... rare items I'm on the lookout for, too.
[She pulls out a scrap of paper. There's some notes scribbled in French, but in a box in the bottom is a list. Some are more rare plants, some are a little more graphic like animal parts, and then at the bottom are two chemicals he is likely familiar with.]
Anything you can help with saves me time that I don't really have.
[ Jesse arches a brow when she mentioned needing a ride to Mexico. That's a new one. People asking for drugs or maybe some kind of black market goods are the more typical requests he gets. An escort to Mexico is something different. He's immediately curious. First of all, why can't she just get a plane ticket and fly down there herself? Or better yet? Drive right across the border. It's not like it's illegal, so long as you don't bring anything sketchy in or out of the country. Which, well. He's gonna need a little more information before he just up and agrees to that before he gets caught giving a ride to a drug mule or something. 'I didn't know' isn't a phrase that the cops typically buy into. ]
There a reason you need somebody else to take you?
[ Jesse puts a hand on top of the paper to slide it across the table in front of him, leaning over a little so he can scan what's written quickly. The French he has no clue about, except that it's definitely some language he doesn't understand. The list he can decipher, though a few of the items make his brows furrow. Hold up, wait a minute. ]
Hang on, animal parts? What in the Rosemary's Baby is all this about? I dunno. The chemicals, those I maybe know where to get but I'm gonna need a little more info on what exactly's goin' on here.
[ No offense, girl who looks like Jane, but he's picky about what he gets involved in. He's going to need a pretty please at least. Give him a reason to want to help. He's actually pretty easy to sway, especially if you know how to use those big, brown eyes to your advantage. ]
[She's not surprised by the questions. Anyone with half a brain would be asking her questions. Her requests aren't normal, even by the standards of the world he lives in. She's deducing enough about him though. He doesn't know any witches or at least they've never made themselves known to him. He's probably a skeptic, and he might think her crazy depending on exactly how much information she gives him.
And suffice it to say, Sophie needs him. She's always been one to keep her cards close to her chest as it were anyway, so she just sits back and gives him a look, a genuine answer following next.] I'm a short, little white girl. Do you think I'm going to get far in the outskirts of Mexico?
[Yeah, it's a little more complicated than just her crossing the border. She can't get on a plane. Not right now. Some of the ruins she has protects her from location spells, but things like borders and their own symbolisms make it tricky.
As for the ingredients, she licks at the top of her lick as she decides just what to tell him. Really she does look like she's a little lost and out of place, but without giving too much away and yet, more that goes unsaid.]
I need to meet a bruja. [Why she needs to go to Mexico. Why she needs those things on that list for herself. He should be able to fill in between the lines.]
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Date: 2022-10-22 02:08 pm (UTC)Ugh, Jesse, right? [Her voice sounds a little different to what he's used to. Still a little flat and monotone, but there's a bit of a lilt, a softening of some syllables. When she talks more he might even hear a bit of a drawl on some of her vowels. It's hidden in there, but growing up speaking French and then going to school just outside of New Orleans had given her enough of an accent that she's spent years trying to hide.]
Your friend Badger told me I needed to come to you. [Specifically.]
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Date: 2022-10-23 11:08 pm (UTC)[ He swallows hard, looking around the diner a little nervously. He has a twitchy sort of energy buzzing about him. He knows in his head this isn't Jane, but he can't help the way his heart skips a beat when she says his name. It's bringing a whole lot of memories flooding back and he can't stop staring at her. He catches himself, though, and quickly averts his gaze down to the table, affording her a glance every now and again. There's a hint of familiarity in her voice, but it's just different enough to solidify for him that this isn't Jane. She hasn't been resurrected somehow, magically. She's still cold and dead, buried in a grave somewhere. He spent weeks trying to find out where, but never could. Maybe that's part of why this feels so surreal. He'd never gotten that full closure of seeing her name carved into a headstone. ]
So you, uh. You know Badger? What exactly were you lookin' for?
[ Jesse glances up again, then gets quiet when a waitress stops by to take their order. He isn't really hungry, but he figures it'll be less weird if he orders something anyway, so he gets a side of fries with a Coke. At least it's something to pick at while they talk. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 02:57 am (UTC)I don't really fuck with the shit that he has. I'm on the lookout for a few things, but he said you sometimes go to Mexico? I could pay you good money to take me. I need to see someone. But I might also have a list of... rare items I'm on the lookout for, too.
[She pulls out a scrap of paper. There's some notes scribbled in French, but in a box in the bottom is a list. Some are more rare plants, some are a little more graphic like animal parts, and then at the bottom are two chemicals he is likely familiar with.]
Anything you can help with saves me time that I don't really have.
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Date: 2022-10-26 04:22 am (UTC)[ Jesse arches a brow when she mentioned needing a ride to Mexico. That's a new one. People asking for drugs or maybe some kind of black market goods are the more typical requests he gets. An escort to Mexico is something different. He's immediately curious. First of all, why can't she just get a plane ticket and fly down there herself? Or better yet? Drive right across the border. It's not like it's illegal, so long as you don't bring anything sketchy in or out of the country. Which, well. He's gonna need a little more information before he just up and agrees to that before he gets caught giving a ride to a drug mule or something. 'I didn't know' isn't a phrase that the cops typically buy into. ]
There a reason you need somebody else to take you?
[ Jesse puts a hand on top of the paper to slide it across the table in front of him, leaning over a little so he can scan what's written quickly. The French he has no clue about, except that it's definitely some language he doesn't understand. The list he can decipher, though a few of the items make his brows furrow. Hold up, wait a minute. ]
Hang on, animal parts? What in the Rosemary's Baby is all this about? I dunno. The chemicals, those I maybe know where to get but I'm gonna need a little more info on what exactly's goin' on here.
[ No offense, girl who looks like Jane, but he's picky about what he gets involved in. He's going to need a pretty please at least. Give him a reason to want to help. He's actually pretty easy to sway, especially if you know how to use those big, brown eyes to your advantage. ]
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Date: 2022-10-27 02:24 am (UTC)And suffice it to say, Sophie needs him. She's always been one to keep her cards close to her chest as it were anyway, so she just sits back and gives him a look, a genuine answer following next.] I'm a short, little white girl. Do you think I'm going to get far in the outskirts of Mexico?
[Yeah, it's a little more complicated than just her crossing the border. She can't get on a plane. Not right now. Some of the ruins she has protects her from location spells, but things like borders and their own symbolisms make it tricky.
As for the ingredients, she licks at the top of her lick as she decides just what to tell him. Really she does look like she's a little lost and out of place, but without giving too much away and yet, more that goes unsaid.]
I need to meet a bruja. [Why she needs to go to Mexico. Why she needs those things on that list for herself. He should be able to fill in between the lines.]