: All Natural Lady :

`Side-Indie rp blog for Jessica from Until Dawn. Please check the rules!` Mun FC: Dove Cameron Jess FC: Meaghan Martin [icons by thehollowedartists] Jessica Lowell, born February 17th, 1997. Confident. Trusting. Irreverent.

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The 9th icon in your folder is your muse’s love struck face

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Jessica

“More or less, yes. Just.. more modernly designed.” Wide brimmed hats were so last year.

“If we get you a hat,” and maybe more modern clothes, “you wouldn’t be as recognizable. Anyone asked, and I can make up one hell of a good lie.” She said as they had approached the hat section, her taking him to the beanies with no doubt he’d wander off at some point.

His wandering came rather immediately, as they weren’t too far from the jewelry and his eye caught the lit displays like the chariot of Helios. He wound through the racks toward it and peered in, only to scoff. “Please, if they had Hephaestus for the technology, they ought to keep him for this. This is a mockery at best.” He turned back and brought her over, suddenly engaged in something other than word-god associations. “Look at that.” He jabbed a finger at a necklace with a faux diamond inset. “Firstly, that is nothing close to a gem. That couldn’t be called a gem’s less attractive cousin. And look at that setting - it’s like they want it to fall right out and smash to bits like the probable shaped glass that it is, if it’s even that! I’ve always heard mortals were fond of deception, but not that badly.” He probably shouldn’t have said mortals so loudly.

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Jess smiled as she leaned in to look at it.

“You’d be surprised how easily people can be fooled anymore. The majority is just getting more stupid and the smart ones are too busy coming up with ways to fool the stupid ones out of their money. The number one favorite they like to use instead is clear quartz because it’s really abundant compared to diamonds. They probably do want it to break so the gullible people come back to buy more.” She paused, making a mental note that she’s not really one to speak, considering she’s on her fifth iPhone of the year. 

“Besides, this is Wal-Mart. You want good jewelry, you hit Kay’s, Swarovski’s, or Zales.” She said good. Not cheap. 

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Jessica

Jess paused, Greek deities weren’t really her domain, especially after being forced to go to church and bible school for a large portion of her childhood by her hardcore Abrahamic parents, always told to pray before she went to bed. However, when something was important to someone, it wouldn’t do any harm to ask someone, even if it wasn’t really your domain; if she could really call any religion hers. When he moved his hand to his hair, her eyes grew wider slightly, as if for one moment she forgot the unknown could really exist. Damn, now she knew how Ashley always felt. However, then all the talk about Greece and being surprised at the surroundings instantly made sense.

“I definitely will.” She promised with a smile.

He nodded and looked over at the electronics again. He was slightly confused, but he trusted her to lead him around. He looked at her again; either he’d forgotten mortals weren’t supposed to have them, didn’t care, or assumed she had horns under her hat too. (It was the latter.) “Hats?” he asked. “Like Hermes’?” These associations were all he had; he had no need for hats, no use for them. He had seen photographs, but they were mostly dated.

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“More or less, yes. Just.. more modernly designed.” Wide brimmed hats were so last year. 

“If we get you a hat,” and maybe more modern clothes, “you wouldn’t be as recognizable. Anyone asked, and I can make up one hell of a good lie.” She said as they had approached the hat section, her taking him to the beanies with no doubt he’d wander off at some point. 

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“No… not me.”

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Jessica

Jessica glanced over her shoulder towards the worker who had just looked away from them, then back to him.

“Maybe now the employees will get the hint.” She remarked quietly so only he could hear. She couldn’t help but to remember the animal that had been mauled in the forest, in agony it had brayed, until Mike had tried to sooth it. Seeing it in agony was unbearable. That was before the, assumed, bear dragged it into the bushes and they had ran. She blinked a couple of times and shook her head, putting on a smile. “Come on, let’s get you to the hats. Maybe we’ll find one with a skull on it.” She tried to joke.

He looked at her strangely; to him, what he’d done meant his parents certainly didn’t have to be concerned - but he still had no intention of drawing Olympian attention. “I’m serious. If you want them fed, pray to Poseidon. It’s his domain.” He gave her the kind of look that implied he was well aware she knew about them, and as he reached up with his free hand - the cow skull was dangling from the other - he unwound his slightly mussed hair from the delicate tips of his horns. They were nearly as black as his hair, though hard and slightly textured, like ram’s horns, coiled against his skull daintily. “I can’t do it. You must. If it was a good idea, I would, but I cannot at all. Really, I shouldn’t even be asking you to do it; just promise me you will later, at least.”

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Jess paused, Greek deities weren’t really her domain, especially after being forced to go to church and bible school for a large portion of her childhood by her hardcore Abrahamic parents, always told to pray before she went to bed. However, when something was important to someone, it wouldn’t do any harm to ask someone, even if it wasn’t really your domain; if she could really call any religion hers. When he moved his hand to his hair, her eyes grew wider slightly, as if for one moment she forgot the unknown could really exist. Damn, now she knew how Ashley always felt. However, then all the talk about Greece and being surprised at the surroundings instantly made sense.

“I definitely will.” She promised with a smile. 

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Jessica

Jessica made sure to follow him, unable to hide the amused smile on her face. She stayed silent, letting him enjoy the wonder of these new things, apparently, deciding it would be the easiest thing to do. It reminded her of her little siblings back at her mother’s house, so she was used to it. When he got to the Fish, she stood next to him.

“I hate this store’s fish section. If I lowed myself enough to work for Wal-Mart I’d ask to take care of the fishies. They don’t do a very good job. Like, how hard is it to change the water, clean the filter, and feed them?” She commented rather loudly since there was a worker nearby.

As they restored to life, one after the other, and then in clusters, they frenzied around his fingertips. They seemed to be aware of his presence all of a sudden, and Zagreus stared at them with equal wonder, as though this tiny act of goodwill - something his parents would certainly find out about, if that was even their domain - suddenly meant the world. “Yes, I think you’re right. I think they need to be fed.” He stood and looked at her, and spoke with absolute certainty and authority that masked the fact he’d never done this before. “Pray to Poseidon.”

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Jessica glanced over her shoulder towards the worker who had just looked away from them, then back to him.

“Maybe now the employees will get the hint.” She remarked quietly so only he could hear. She couldn’t help but to remember the animal that had been mauled in the forest, in agony it had brayed, until Mike had tried to sooth it. Seeing it in agony was unbearable. That was before the, assumed, bear dragged it into the bushes and they had ran. She blinked a couple of times and shook her head, putting on a smile. “Come on, let’s get you to the hats. Maybe we’ll find one with a skull on it.” She tried to joke. 

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make me choose

@delsinetta asked: jess or mike?

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Jessica Lowell

Jessica watched the way he reacted to everything around them with both slight confusion and amusement. Was she being pranked or something, or has this kid genuinely never been inside of a store?

“Hephaestus? You mean like the Greek God?” She asked, confused. She took his hand and moved him out of the way of the cart so he wouldn’t hit more– or anyone, including the shelves and clothes racks –and gave him a look. Surely they had stores like this in Greece. Right?

“Anyways, come with me. We’ll get you a hat, some better clothes actually in this era, and maybe a hoodie if you want.”

For a minute, he seemed delighted at the prospect, but then he scrambled to put the skull back on. “Shit, wait, no, if I’m spotted - he isn’t here, is he?” The phrase had been enough to link with an admission. However, even though he’d half-put it on, he nearly took it off again. He took a few steps, looked back at her, and made a beeline for the Garden Center. “What is that-?” He was staring at the display of pre-lit Christmas trees, and the further he went past their destination, the more visibly excited he became. He had no idea the contents of the bottles, but surely they had some extraordinary use for their color! Boxes of bags of things - sweets? Sweets! En masse! And boxes of painted glass balls and wreaths of fake leaves! So they wouldn’t disturb Demeter; what courteous things! He’d nearly reached the garden center when he gasped audibly and went over to the display of fish. He dropped to his knees to stare into the little windows in open shock. “Fish..” He noticed the little dead ones clustered around the filter and quirked his head slightly. He tapped the glass twice, the little overhead lights in each tank seeming to flicker. It was not an instant action, restoring life to them, but something that he supposed he could do at the very least; animals were too kind to die easily.

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Jessica made sure to follow him, unable to hide the amused smile on her face. She stayed silent, letting him enjoy the wonder of these new things, apparently, deciding it would be the easiest thing to do. It reminded her of her little siblings back at her mother’s house, so she was used to it. When he got to the Fish, she stood next to him.

“I hate this store’s fish section. If I lowed myself enough to work for Wal-Mart I’d ask to take care of the fishies. They don’t do a very good job. Like, how hard is it to change the water, clean the filter, and feed them?” She commented rather loudly since there was a worker nearby. 

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Jessica Lowell

“Oh wow. Well.. crazy shit can happen.” She confirmed. When he tried pronouncing it, she couldn’t help but to giggle at his attempts.

“You haven’t been to a– okay, it’s Wal-Mart. Like.. Mart as a short word for Market, like a farmer’s market, but behind Walls. Wal-Mart.” She couldn’t hide the smile that blossomed on her face. When they neared the trashcan by the entrance, she tossed the little bit of her Peppermint Mocha that was left in the trash and led him to the doors.

Apparently, if she thought this outfit was something made to make friends in. He watched her discard the cup and continue on, and he was aware of the mortal customs, though he’d never practiced them himself. He was curious up until they entered, then he froze. “Great Styx.” He could’ve broken into what’s this? There was not only apparel, but food. There was some manner of queue, perhaps for judgement, and something called a sub-way. An underground pathway? Why was there food? He wasn’t even entirely sure where to go; they were balanced on odd looking shelves not connected to the walls, on metal racks and rolling carts, in styles that were rare to their realm. He walked over and rubbed a shirt’s material in his hands. He caught a glimpse of the televisions, though, and staggered back, hitting the front of a cart. “You know Hephaestus!”

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Jessica watched the way he reacted to everything around them with both slight confusion and amusement. Was she being pranked or something, or has this kid genuinely never been inside of a store?

“Hephaestus? You mean like the Greek God?” She asked, confused. She took his hand and moved him out of the way of the cart so he wouldn’t hit more-- or anyone, including the shelves and clothes racks --and gave him a look. Surely they had stores like this in Greece. Right?

“Anyways, come with me. We’ll get you a hat, some better clothes actually in this era, and maybe a hoodie if you want.” 

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Jessica Lowell

“I wouldn’t doubt that. And… yeah. After those.” She nodded absently as he continued to speak.

“You died when you were a baby? You mean like.. heart failure and they had to re- resus–.. resurrect you? I wouldn’t blame them if that’s the case.” When he said his name, she looked up at him. “Gazundtite.” She looked back at the way they were walking, her eyes landing on the Wal-Mart ahead of them.

“My heart was literally removed from my chest,” he said. “But yes, they resurrected me.” The words were honest - too honest, truthfully, but he was pleasantly surprised that it seemed to be more commonplace than most let on. However, at the word, he looked at her like she really did not know Greek if that was an attempt at Greek, and followed her. His brows furrowed, though they couldn’t be seen. “What in Tartarus is that?” He could read English, of course, but mentally, the pronunciation wasn’t clicking. “Walm-art? Wa-lemart?”

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“Oh wow. Well.. crazy shit can happen.” She confirmed. When he tried pronouncing it, she couldn’t help but to giggle at his attempts. 

“You haven’t been to a-- okay, it’s Wal-Mart. Like.. Mart as a short word for Market, like a farmer’s market, but behind Walls. Wal-Mart.” She couldn’t hide the smile that blossomed on her face. When they neared the trashcan by the entrance, she tossed the little bit of her Peppermint Mocha that was left in the trash and led him to the doors.

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Jessica Lowell

“That’s a cow skull, not a bull skull. I may not have been that good in school, but good enough to know the bone structure difference.” She pointed out. The comment about his sister completely passed over her head, obviously.

“A heart condition? Oh, is it really bad?” She asked, suddenly concerned that he was out without someone that actually knows him. “I don’t blame them, if you have a heart condition. Mike and the others wouldn’t let me even stay in my own apartment without  someone watching me, let alone leave after the–” she suddenly realized that this person would have absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and to not risk sounding like a bat shit insane stranger talking about mythical creatures and an accident on a mountain. She shook her head. “Never mind it’s nothing. By the way, I’m Jessica Lowell. And you are?”

For a second, he was silent, then he said, “You can’t see me, but I’m giving you a little bit of a look right now. I know it’s not a Bull skull. If it was a bull skull, my head would probably fit in here better.” He would’ve loved to roll his eyes and have her see it, but, instead, he followed her lead. “After whatever it was that gave you that,” he gestured to the scars slightly and actually shook his head a bit, a weird action considering the skull. “Everything is fragile, sure, but not that fragile. I died when I was a baby, I’ve been fine since. My parents are great, but…overprotective as all hell, I guess.” He considered pulling a name from one of the books he’d read, but he couldn’t decide if it even mattered. No one knew who he was. Everyone made sure of that. “Zagreus,” he replied. Technically, he didn’t have a last name. It never even struck him to give one.

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“I wouldn’t doubt that. And... yeah. After those.” She nodded absently as he continued to speak. 

“You died when you were a baby? You mean like.. heart failure and they had to re- resus--.. resurrect you? I wouldn’t blame them if that’s the case.” When he said his name, she looked up at him. “Gazundtite.” She looked back at the way they were walking, her eyes landing on the Wal-Mart ahead of them. 

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Girl, Interrupted

Jess put her hand in her pocket, making sure her wallet was still there.

“Here, come with me. There’s a store that’s open 24/7 just down the road, actually, I can buy you a hat so you don’t have to wear… that.. and get stuck in a tree. And being Greek isn’t exactly a good excuse for wearing a cow skull you know. If it had been anyone else but me, they’d have ran away freaking out at the sight of that thing. Why do you even need it? You look around my age- you should be able to leave the house at anytime just fine.” She hadn’t noticed the scar, and she didn’t mean to let her gaze linger when she moved to start leading him down the sidewalk and it caught her eye, but she quickly returned her glance up at his face– er.. cow skull.. hoping he hadn’t noticed. The reason she was out at night, after all, was because she hated her own scars being seen.

“At least I didn’t fuck the bull, I just borrowed his head. He’s not going to mind.” If he hadn’t been so embarrassed, being taken by the hand and led away by a pretty, mortal girl would’ve been noteworthy. She just had to bring up the tree, though, and he put his hand on the top of the skull to keep his eye holes somewhat lined up with his face. “You should see my sister,” he said in response to the ran away freaking out, part. He hoped the smirk that crossed his face was audible. He could really see why the Olympians loved mortals - it felt like being in on a grand joke that no one else was a part of. When she looked at his chest, and back up to him, he noticed the scars that dotted her. If they’d been in his realm, if she’d been to him instead of the other way around, he might’ve touched them gently. She was alive, though, alive and dealing with them, and he didn’t let them linger in his thoughts very long. He knew what it was like to be defined by attempts on one’s life; he would not do that to anyone else. “I have a bit of a heart condition,” he said, and it came out like a pun. “My parents don’t let me leave the house. Ever. Even with them.”

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“That’s a cow skull, not a bull skull. I may not have been that good in school, but good enough to know the bone structure difference.” She pointed out. The comment about his sister completely passed over her head, obviously.

“A heart condition? Oh, is it really bad?” She asked, suddenly concerned that he was out without someone that actually knows him.  “I don’t blame them, if you have a heart condition. Mike and the others wouldn’t let me even stay in my own apartment without  someone watching me, let alone leave after the--” she suddenly realized that this person would have absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and to not risk sounding like a bat shit insane stranger talking about mythical creatures and an accident on a mountain. She shook her head. “Never mind it’s nothing. By the way, I’m Jessica Lowell. And you are?”