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Post by Jefferson on May 11, 2009 17:44:08 GMT -5
Jefferson's smile hadn't disappeared from his face. The emotions everyone was feeling at this moment were interfering with his own. Fear, anger, and happiness were all felt by him. He could not tell which emotion was actually his, and this fact irritated him. He hated being able to tell when people were angry. This was an extremly powerful emotion, and Jefferson wasn't able to control it. Because of this, he rushed to Mal's side and dumped the rest of his holy water on her.
"Told you we'll shower you if you don't give us the information. Now, tell us what we need to know or I swear I'll add my own version of soap." Jefferson said this while holding up a brown bag labled salt which he had pulled out of his pant's pocket. He always carried holy water, salt, bullets, and a gun with him at all times. Even when he wasn't on a hunt.
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