Siren's Pull

[Mercy looks like hell. Her face is a riot of blacks and reds in the bruise covering one half of her face. There's a cast on her left arm, a wrist brace on her right. She hasn't been to work in a few days, and all her phone calls have gone unanswered.

So, she has to do what she hates to do: Ask for help publicly.

And, her body language flat out says she doesn't want to do this.]

I need a bit of help moving tomorrow.

[Because she's not staying in the same house where she got the shit beat out of her. It took her a month to go back into her garage after she'd been assaulted there, back home.]

I also will have a spare room available for rent. I have two requirements in a room mate: Women only and they have to be comfortable with two cats and two dogs around the house.

[A pause.]

Also, I'd prefer no magic users, but that point is negotiable.

[She clicks off the feed, barely keeping the grimace of pain from her face.]

[Mercy is working on a car. At least she appears to be. She's bent over the hood, her back pocket with a rag in it.]

A year.

[She sighs and turns around, looking at the camera. Her hands are being worked over by the rag and she's got her dark hair pulled back into a ratty pony tail. Her shirt is stained and she's wearing the sheep necklace, when normally she doesn't at work.

If you've got sharp eyes, there's a silver and green stick leaning against the workbench. It has barely left her side since February started and this whole time loop thing started screwing with her senses.]

It's been almost a year since I was killed. I know there's a lot of people who go out in the Darkness and have no trouble with the monsters.

However, there's a monster that isn't one. I understand he's still in the Port, and normally, I'd be cautious with warning people about another person, but not this time.

[Someone's still a bit bitter about being killed and him being free.]

As Valentine's approaches, there will be a killer in the Darkness. He chops out hearts, and leaves the bodies for the Darkness monsters to feast on.

[Anyone with sharp enough eyes can see the stick all but vibrating in place.]

The man killed me almost a year ago, and there's every reason to believe he'll do it again this year.

I'm just putting the warning out there. Keep your eyes open.

[With that, she cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Action for John Winchester if he wants it/is at the garage?]