So they tell me -JJ-

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

She barely remembered it all she and JJ had been on their way back from Indianapolis, things had been find except for an retrospect episode she'd had in the alley way she'd felt someone's murder but despite being painful hadn't really been anything out of the ordinary for her. The real story the part that changed her life.

It was the first time in her life she remembered being truly scared. It had happened so quickly. She hadn't been able to breath and suddenly she was choking on blood, coughing it up and she lost control of the car. Things had finally been going her way she was closer to finding out why she couldn't remember who killed her parents, or how they had died. She was close to being emancipated she have saved up almost enough money from working that she could get out on her own and away from the horrible foster life. So close and in one brief moment the car had flipped and it had all slipped away from her. She'd watched as JJ had managed to get out of the car but she had been stuck, the seatbelt jammed, the metal crushing her Into place, the blood still choking in her throat. She'd stared at him in her last few seconds of life terrified like she'd never been before.

Now she opened her eyes to find darkness but a dim subtle light adjust her gaze. Her throat and lips felt dry and as a cough escaped her bits of dirt fell into her mouth. Carefully she sat up and her eyes focused on her body. Her skin and clothes were caked in dirt. Her brown eyes glanced around her then settled on white they had dressed her in a white dress? She hadn't even been aware she owned anything white though she supposed she appreciated the thought at least someone had made a point of not just tossing her in a box and into the river. Turning her eyes they settled on the tombstone beside her. VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN she gulped. She had just come from there, somehow alive again. Her body ached, it was stiff and as she tried to move she felt as if she was learning to use her body again.

She needed to know what had happened and the only place she could think of to go was the one place she felt like she would be least welcome. Pushing herself up off the ground she let the remain handfuls of dirt slid off as she stood and began to make her way out. She didn't dare to think how she looked, like something out of the shining perhaps, or just dirty. It took her a while to figure out where she was, she hadn't been living in Cicero all that long before the accident had happened she didn't completely know her way around. After a half an hour of walking she found herself standing outside the home of the Winchesters. There was only one light on and she knew JJ almost never slept she figured the chances were good her was awake and she could hardly knock in the front door, not in this state and at this hour. Slowly and carefully she climbed a tree and onto the roof making her way carefully to the window and knocking gently.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


Ughs, he should get to bed or attempt to sleep. But he was still afraid to do so, he couldn’t do so anyways. The mystery still remained up in the air as to what was going on with him and why that one time, it just happened to pull his cousin into the dream as well. J.J. still couldn’t quite get over that, him having a cousin, him having other family when his dad had been convinced that Uncle Sam was dead all along…did this mean that Adam was alive as well? No, he didn’t want to know, he had been perfectly fine on being a normal kid, he didn’t need all of this shit popping up now in his face right when he was pretty much a month away from moving out and living out in California and being generally anti-social, unless it involved Elena, then maybe, just maybe he’d consider leaving his dorm room. Although, it wasn’t like he still didn’t have his own problems going on at the moment. Sammi was still missing, and even after that whole talk of ‘I’m going to find her Elena, I’m going to find my sister’, that wasn’t happening either.

Maybe he was just a fail at a little brother, more likely he was a fail of a Winchester. At the same time though, his parents stared behaving a little less zombie like. J.J. chewed on the inside of his cheek, still thinking about the whole dilemma. Honestly, he didn’t even know where to start. Fucking hunters, they were hard to track with their fake names and everything; even with babies it seemed a little hard. Although, the babies could have fake names as well and he kinda needed those names to break down everything. He supposed that he could just start scrolling through birth records though, see if he could find faked ones, but J.J. realized that he didn’t know anything about the birth of his…well, technically niece and nephew. God, that made him sound so old. In fact, J.J. hadn’t even talked to his sister for a while and pretty much put her shenanigans on hold until the police had shown up at their doorstep with the news. A sigh escaped the young man; he leaned back in his chair now gazing up at the ceiling and the familiar crack in the ceiling, “Fuck my life.” This is why he had to get away, so he can be normal again.

His eyes felt heavy, last time he had checked it had been 3:47 in the morning, he didn’t even know what time it was, or maybe it was only a minute afterwards. Things sometimes blended in J.J.’s mind and he didn’t entirely know why. Probably from lack of sleep, or maybe it was something else. Absentmindly, he reached for a twizzler and stuck it in his mouth, slowly chewing when he heard a knock. For a moment, it didn’t even register before it happened again. His first instinct was the door, although why his parents would be up at this time at night, he couldn’t quite possibly be sure. Rolling out of the chair, he hit the ground and stood up, “I’m going to sleep,” which was a lie as he threw the door open to...nothing. Cerulean eyes stared out into the darkness of the hallway as the knocking started up again, “Well, this is fucking weird,” he muttered to himself, still chewing on the twizzler as he backed into his room and shut the door. Turning, J.J. started to headed back to his computer when something caught his eye and he just froze. Staring in at him from the window was Tori Coleman.

His gaze darted to the clock, was it still the same time? Had it frozen? Was he actually asleep? Pain, he needed pain to wake up, that was how it always worked, right? Jumping for a drawer, he yanked it open and grabbed a switch blade. Popping the blade open, he held up his one arm with the longer scars from his car accident and just slid the blade over it, cutting it wide open. The pain burned, and J.J. cringed as crimsome liquid pooled up and started running over the curve of his arm before hitting the floor. It hurt so bad that he actually dropped the switch blade on the ground with a thump. He didn’t feel any different though other than in pain, and he didn’t feel like he had woken up…unless he had always been awake. Cerulean eyes snapped back towards the window and sure enough, she was still there and J.J. felt himself seize up now, like a animal might do when it felt threatened with its hair bristling on up. Was she a zombie? Fuck, there were no silver stakes in the house as far as he was concerned. Although, there was aluminum baseball bat under his bed. J.J. scrambled for it now, his grip on it pretty good despite his one hand being slippery from the blood. Creeping towards the window now, he managed to open it up before jumping back, “You’re fucking dead and if you’re here to kill me, I’m not going down with a fight!”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | none|
OUTFIT: | Stanford U shirt, white ripped skinny jeans, black belt |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Tori Coleman|

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

Tori waited and watched as J.J got up and headed to the door after she knocked. Seriously? It was obviously not coming from that direction. “Over here idiot” she muttered under her breath as she watched him head to the door. Okay, that was uncalled for but she was balancing on the roof, having just woken up beside her own grave and she was covered in dirt. She was pretty sure all of that gave her a free pass to be a little bit pissy.

She knocked again to try and get him to turn around and finally it succeeded. This had been a bad idea, she knew that the moment his eyes locked on her. She saw it, the confusion the fear the doubt. It all seemed to flash through his blue eyes in that one moment, every emotion she herself had been feeling. To see them on the face of someone else however really made it all sink home. She really had been dead, why else would he be staring at her like that. She couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since the accident.

She watched as he moved for a knife and her first instinct was to move back slightly, he was scared she got it but he was going to attack her and she wasn’t really sure how all of this worked but dying the day you came back to life seemed really counterproductive to whomever had put the effort into reviving her. She watched instead, with horror as he dug the blade into his own flesh and drew blood from his arm. “JJ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING” She screamed and she probably should have been keeping her voice down considering how late it was and the fact that as he seemed to have witnessed, she was supposed to be dead. “STOP IT!” she said moving to the window now he was going to kill himself. He didn’t even bother to stop the bleeding instead he scrambled quickly for something under his bed.

She watched as he pulled out a baseball bat, obvious some form of protection but she couldn’t help but wonder why there would even be a baseball bat in the house, as far as she could tell, he didn’t play…nor did any of his family. She figured that was beside the point and as he approached the window and opened it she backed up slightly. He was manic she held her hands up in surrender, she wasn’t there to hurt him, she was there- well, she wasn’t exactly all clear one why she was there. It was mostly because she had nowhere else to go, and because he knew about what she could do, even if he played full denial about it.

“I know” well, she didn’t actually know she didn’t remember being dead at all. She remembered the road trip, the choking and the crash. She remembered calling out to him for help, and she remembered dying. Now she remembered waking up, everything in between was one big blur, or better yet a completely blank slate. “But I’m not… or, not anymore” she said and it was obvious she was just as confused about it as he must have been though clearly not as scared “I’m not here to kill you” She said carefully. “But that cut will if you don’t stop the bleeding” she observed nodding her head now to his arm. Suddenly she was hungry, starving even. Not that the blood had reminded her of food or anything it was just bad timing, and apparently she just wasn't squeamish.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


Why it that this shit is just keeps on happening to him? Why couldn’t he just have a normal life with a normal family? Fuck the supernatural, fuck this. He was not in a very good mood right in that moment; actually, J.J. was never in a good mood, but this really took the piece of cake, especially when he heard her yelling on the other side of the window, “J.J.! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!” Of course she wanted him to stop it, she didn’t want him to wake up from this stupid dream, it was all probably just some trick by the creature. He had seen enough horror movie films to know how these things work, even without the experience. Some of those old ones, scary enough they seemed to get it right to a degree, but only with that. Everything else was wrong, and it was kinda depressing how he knew that. Yet, he didn’t wake up, or he was already awake. One could never know with sleep deprivation but J.J. knew that his forearm freaking hurt now, a whole lot at that. Even now, as his cerulean eyes glared at her while his grip tightened on the baseball bat, he could hear the droplets of his blood hit the floor, a dull little echo that only seemed to pound in his ears from the adrenaline.

The thing about all of this too, was that he wasn’t afraid to swing and he couldn’t exactly figure out why in that moment. That the idea of there being a dead girl that he might possibly have to kill was a little odd, and he didn’t like how this seemed to settle so easily into his brain even after avoiding everything supernatural that he could. Maybe it was just the adrenaline speaking, or maybe it was the fact that he was so used to dealing with bullies, but at the same time, it still freaked J.J. out. Actually, this whole thing freaked him out but he wasn’t about to be a little kid and sprint down the hallway to his parents’ room. He didn’t want to deal with them and their antics. Funny thing was though, Tori wasn’t lunging through the window at him, no, she seemed to be holding her hands up in surrender. A brief look of confusion could not help but to pass over his face, zombies didn’t hold help their hands in defeat…unless this was some sort of trick. Maybe he did have to rip the house apart for a silver stake. Either way, she seemed to be taking his antics quite well, “I know. But I’m not…or, not anymore.”

He rolled his eyes; it might have been one of the most dramatic and over exaggerated eye rolls he had ever pulled, “Well, no shit since you’re not in your grave.” J.J. shot back now, still annoyed at this current predicament, the skin over his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was holding onto the bat. Although, there was one thing was for certain, they both seemed quite confused about this whole thing and he didn’t like it, in fact, the young man was really beginning to have a problem with things that couldn’t just be explained normally. Even in Harry Potter, they seemed to have an answer for everything and those kids were wizards. Tori continued to talk now though, snapping the young man out of this thoughts, “I’m not here to kill you, but that cut will if you don’t stop the bleeding. “ For two seconds, his cerulean gaze flickered the gash that he had reopened on his arm, funny, he was kinda feeling light headed but that wasn’t going to stop him, “It can’t. I didn’t even die the first time I got it…and that was in my own car wreck.” Then again, he had ended up in the hospital from that wreck, crashing the Impala and everything. He shifted his weight now, trying hard to not show any signs of weakness or fainting, “Why are you here, Tori?” he demanded now through gritted teeth.


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | none|
OUTFIT: | Stanford U shirt, white ripped skinny jeans, black belt |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Tori Coleman|

[VICTORIA ALESSANDRA COLEMAN]

"It can" she argued with him about the cut, he had no idea how deeply he'd cut himself "and maybe last time you made it to the hospital in time" she pointed out. He was pouring blood. She knew that sometimes when people were bleeding it tended to look like it was a lot more blood than it actually was but there was still no need to take a chance with his life. "You should really stop getting in car crashes" she mused though the second one had technically been her own fault and not his so at least he was off the hook for the responsibility there.

Why was she there? Hah, if only she knew. There were so many things the question could have meant that it took a while for her mind to even start to think of an answer. She had no idea why she was physically existing on the planet again when according to J.J and her own memory she had most certainly ceased to live several months earlier. Why she was at the Winchester house on the other hand, that was a little more difficult to think about. She didn't really think she had an answer for him other than the fact that he'd been there when she died.

"You were the last person I saw before-" she kind of trailed off, she didn't need to remind him that she had died they'd gone over it. "I- I don't know what happened to me, I needed help and I have no where else to go" she confessed. Tori had no family, her foster families were all in it for the money and they thought she was dead, they probably hadn't even noticed she'd been gone for days until someone came to tell them. She had never lived in one place long enough to make any friends, not any real ones and given her special gifts she'd always had a knack at staying invisible, it was better for everyone that way.

She truly had no options to choose from. Still, it was a sad day when she, or anyone for that matter had to turn to the likes of socially exempt J.J Winchester for help or protection. She had gone to him once, but it had nothing to do with his family ties or reputation, nothing to do with her abilities, she had asked him for help because she'd known what his talents were, that he was some sort of computer genius and she'd needed his help.

"And because I know you got those files" she pointed out. She never did get to see what her testimony had said because before she'd had a chance to see the files he'd gotten on her parents murder, she had died herself with him in the car. "I never did get the truth" she was hoping to God that he still had them and hadn't just gotten rid of them the moment she'd died. It was a long shot she knew it but maybe, something in those files could help her figure out why she had somehow, been brought back to life.