Jo

Jocelyne Goalie | Direct | Insensitive | Live in the Moment Jocelyn was born in a small town but moved to a larger city during second grade. It had been hard for her in her hometown since she didn't act like the typical girl, and the boys thought it was weird for a girl to play with them. This wasn't an issue after she moved, and she found a group of boys to rough house with. They got her into all kinds of sports, but the one she enjoyed best was ice hockey. There was not enough girl's interested in the sport to make an all girl's team, so she ended up playing on the boy's team and became their goalie. She made good friends with -and had a crush on- one player in particular: Ricky, the right-wing with the fiery orange hair. After graduating high school, she went off the college, and the next time she returned to the town she grew up in was for Ricky's funeral. She had pushed him hard to follow his dream of being a pro hockey player, but now that would never happen for him. She had also hoped they would be together in the future, but that dream was also crushed. In his memory, she dropped her future plans and followed in Ricky's footsteps and became a pro hockey player.

"It's like you're here with me now."

A B O U T Name: Jocelyn Nickname: Jo Birthday: March 28th Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Likes: Sports, baggy clothes, physical challenges Dislikes: Inactivity, delays, talking about emotions Hobbies: All sports (mainly hockey), video games, listening to music Toyhouse Songs: Open Your Eyes Where Are You I T E M S

Art by Disintegrator

Bio made by Hailey #83165

The room was full of people, but Jo barely noticed them as she walked past them and into another room. This room held only one other living person, and she walked up to stand beside him and stared into the casket. Her heart broke upon seeing how peaceful the body looked; it was almost as if the redhead were sleeping, and she would have believed the lie if it were not for being able to tell how broken some of his body was. The mortician managed to get the body presentable enough for an open casket, but it was still too easy to tell that Ricky was dead and would not be coming back.

Jaw clenching, her eyes darted away from the body and towards the pair of hands that were gripping tightly to the edge of the casket and shaking slightly. Looking up, she studied the male that was next to her: his jeans and shirt were recently cleaned but the color of both was faded; he wasn’t large, but the muscles told her he worked out; blonde tipped black hair hung in front of his face, and by the looks of it he did not even realize she was there. “You’re not exactly dressed for a funeral.”

The guy turned his head, surprise lighting his dark blue eyes. “Yeah..” He looked her over, blue jeans like himself and a jersey that reminded him of the one Ricky wore during hockey. “Neither are you.” His lips rose in a smile for a quick second before dropping with a sigh. “I can leave if you want.” He looked down and his hands dropped to his sides.

“No. You can stay as long as you want.” Jo fiddled with the second jersey she had, this one draped over her arm. It was Ricky’s, and she planned on giving it to him once it was just the two of them, but she wasn’t going to stop others from saying their goodbyes. “How did you know him?”

“We were friends. We didn’t get to hang out much these last couple of month, but he always made sure we had a good time. I can’t believe he is gone.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “What about you? Are you a relative?”

She couldn’t believe he was gone either. “No. A friend. We played hockey together. There was never a dull day of practice. If things got too boring the team could always rely on Ricky to change up the mood, whether it be by bursting out in dance or doing some stupid stunt or just something plain goofy that only he could pull off.” If only time could be turned back, if only to relive just one of those days.

“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Sheila, would it?” He was watching her with curious eyes, wanting to know if this was the girlfriend Ricky always spoke of.

Jo couldn’t help it, and her lips formed a small smile. “No. Just between you and me, Sheila was his pillow.” The shocked look on the male’s face caused her smile to grow, and when he began to laugh so did she. The quiet laughter quickly died away, and she looked down at the jersey that lay on her arm, speaking in a low voice. “I should have brought Sheila for him also. I didn’t even think.”

The shared moment over with, he looked into the casket with one last goodbye, gently gave her a pat on the shoulder, and left her alone with the dead.

Letting out a broken sigh, Jo rest the jersey along Ricky’s chest. Her hazel eyes wandered up to his face and she wanted so badly to brush her fingers along his cheeks, expecting him to open his eyes. He would get up, and the two of them would leave the room as if nothing had happened. She ran her fingers across his cheek, but his eyes stayed closed. Heart clenching in pain, she brought her hand back and gripped the edge of the casket, just as the man had done a minutes ago. “You little freak. You weren’t suppose to die..” Her voice cracked, and she could feel tears well up in her eyes. Closing them, she took a couple of slow, deep breaths to regain control. Once she felt like she could hold in her emotions, she opened them again and took the next few moments to look at the boy she loved one last time.

Turning away, this time she could not hold back the tears, and they rolled down her cheeks as she left the room.