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not-a-saint-lawrence:
“I’ve noticed that. But sometimes it’s fun to be rude right back. Survival of the fittest, eh? Law of the concrete jungle?” Oliver grinned, flashing his white teeth.
"Are you suggesting that I should’ve elbowed that old lady right back?” Jessica questioned, her brow raised.
brooke-no-argument:
“She’s a little old lady. Gotta protect herself here.”
“I get that, I guess. She might have thought I was someone trying to mug her, but still. Someone that age should have broken a bone doing that.”
hcrvx:
“That’s all? City’s gone soft.” His attempt at a joke, but the blank expression on his face made it difficult to tell. “Welcome to New York. Grab yourself a bagel.”
“Bagels and never-ending hospitality, New York truly is the city of dreams,” Jessica replied with a half smile. She had to admit he was right, she could have gone through much worse upon her arrival to the city. “I guess I’ve been pretty fortunate so far. I haven’t been stabbed yet.”
calebmartinellii:
“Well I am a born and bred New Yorker, if I said no I’d be lying, I’m sure.” Caleb paused, gaze flitting over the other’s countenance as if taking the briefest spec of time to gauge them, “Seems you have your own sense of aggression to boot, however.”
“What makes you say that?” Jessica asked, folding her arms across her chest.
shcmvs:
“Confession. I actually sent that old lady after you because it took you years to come and visit me. I was offended, bitter, and acting in haste. You’ve seen the grand canyon already, that’s all the country really has to offer. You should’ve made it to the city by 2013.”
With a roll of her eyes, Jessica shoved the male away. “There’s more to the states than the Grand Canyon, take that back. I can’t believe some little old lady would actually listen to you, what did you do? Bribe her? Offer to walk her across the street or carry her bags?” she questioned. “You could have visited me too, I’m not that hard to track down. Besides, there’s a lot to see and do between here and California.”
corrxna:
“The tap water here makes people rude and ugly, that’s probably what she’s been drinking her whole life. I wish people knew what Brita filters were.” The blonde huffed, “Makes you wonder if her family’s ever looked into putting her down.”
Staring at the blonde with her brows raised, Jessica found herself taken aback by the blonde’s bluntness. She looked too sweet and innocent to think or speak that way. “That’s - that’s one way to put it, yeah,” she nodded. “Isn’t NYC known worldwide for the quality of it’s tap water?” Another useless piece of information picked up from her travels. “What a price to pay.”
wyattnaomi:
“Well, some people do make an art of it,” Naomi said with a rueful smile and a shrug.
"I’d hardly call that an art, more like assault,” Jessica joked. “You think anyone’s ever successfully pressed charges against something like that? Not that I would, I’m just curious if the NYPD would take it seriously.”
addisonxvale:
“I mean, I’d hate to encourage the stereotype of rude New Yorkers,” Addison began with an amused tone, “but, it’s hard to deny–– apparently the longer you live here, the more of an asshole you become,” at least according to Time Out, “which I guess means I’m screwed and you’re just starting on the inevitable path to assholery, Jess–– sorry you had to find out this way.” Over drinks at a local bar, catching up.
Shaking her head, Jessica couldn’t help but laugh at the brunette’s comments. “Oh, I’ve been on the path to assholery for a while. Apparently, practicing Buddhism automatically makes you a self-righteous, holier than thou piece of work,” she lifted her chin as she spoke, mocking arrogance.
teddy-antonov:
“Rookie mistake,” Teddy offered the woman at the bar beside him, “old ladies are actually the most lethal demographic around these parts–– they’ve been hardened by the years in the city, that’s for sure.” He’d had his fair share of old lady run ins to know what the woman was talking about.
“So I’ve been told,” Jessica agreed, blowing out her cheeks as she exhaled. “Is there a word for someone below the rank of rookie? I think I might actually fall under that title instead,” she joked, slumping her shoulders. “I’m curious though, do you have any other advice for someone who’s only been living in the city for a few months?”
giaivan:
“You’ll either get over it fairly quickly or move back to wherever you came from,” she replied blandly, taking a swig of her beer. She shouldn’t be drinking but in all honesty she needed the alcohol. Pain meds be damned.
Jessica watched the blonde drink from the bottle. "You sound like you’ve had a rough day, or maybe you’re just not one for small talk,” she lifted her shoulders in a soft shrug. “Need to vent about something? I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”
calebmartinellii:
“Don’t let them hear you; most locals take a sick sense of pride in our passive aggression.”
“Oh, I see,” Jessica nodded, pursing her lips together briefly. “Do you happen to be one of those locals who take a sick sense of pride in your passive aggression?”
devluna:
“All the movies weren’t wrong,” the girl said with a little laugh before looking around at the city she’d come to love and fear for so long. “You get use to it and kind of grow a backbone. Before you know it, you’ll be the one nudging people out of the way and breaking ribs.”
“I doubt that,” Jessica began, giving the brunette a soft smile. “I don’t really plan on sticking around too much longer, not really my style,” she shrugged, mirroring the girl’s actions and glancing around at the city herself. “It sounds crazy, I know, but I’m not a big fan of settling. I guess you could say that I have a restless heart,” she joked. “But yeah, I've had to grow somewhat of a backbone being here. I've never set up camp in a city this big, that’s for sure.”
lolacarrington:
“God, tell me about it. It’s like they line their dentures with crack or something.” Lola’s words were empathetic — being a New York native didn’t always make her an exception from the harsh surroundings of the city. “Somehow, they even walk really fast. Next time just… apologise and let her go to bingo. It’s for the best.”
"I can only imagine how violent those bingo games must get then,” Jessica added. “Especially all the old folks with canes and walkers, deadly weapons,” she pointed out, the image of a handful of old people fighting over who called bingo first causing her to crack a small smile. “I’ve been here almost four months and I still can’t get used to the fast pace, everyone’s in such a hurry.”
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"People in New York get off on being rude, don't they? I've traveled the entire country and this is the first time I've ever had a little old lady cuss me out and elbow me for accidentally bumping into her. I think she was trying to break a rib."
Jessica Días, 30, Shapeshifter (Grey Fox)
BIOGRAPHY
TW: murder, death
Jessica Días was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico to a family of shapeshifters from Nicaragua. With two older brothers, it’s safe to say that Jessica was spoiled from birth, and spent most of her childhood trying to keep up with the rough and rowdiness that ensued between her brothers. As a result, Jessica grew to resent her conservative parents and their strict rules placed upon her. She longed for the days when she could shift into the fox her family was known for and skulk around with her brothers throughout the desert. She wanted nothing more than to have the freedom to make her own choices, to choose her own path in life, to do what she wanted. It was no surprise that when she turned eighteen, Jessica left Albuquerque with nothing more than a pocket full of one-hundred dollar bills she’d saved up, waiting for the chance to make a break for it.
Quickly adapting to a nomadic lifestyle, Jessica found herself moving from place to place, absorbing as much information as she could from each stop. Culture, folktales, history, whatever anyone had to share with her, she wanted to know. Her thirst for knowledge was never fully quenched, and so she found herself leaving after three to four months to her next destination - California. It was there that she met the people who would transform her life into something more meaningful, the people who would help her center herself and develop her shifting abilities. She never stayed long enough in a single place to discover if there were any other shifters or supernatural creatures like herself, so imagine the surprise when she found herself face to face with a pair of shifters almost as soon as she arrived. The two shifters invited the younger girl into their home, an RV of sorts, with the promise of teaching her everything she needed to know about her abilities and more. Within a matter of months, she’d learn to embrace her inner fox, to truly understand and appreciate the gift she was given. She’d never felt more at home than with her new family and learned to make the most of each day she was blessed with. Every good thing must come to an end, however, and after sending Sheamus on his way, the trio decided to go their separate ways themselves, promising to keep in touch. As much as Jessica tried her best to keep her friends updated on her travels, she too found herself drifting, altogether forgetting to send any sort of correspondence. She told herself that as a nomad, it would be impossible to track them down anyway.
Even though Jessica left Alberquerque as soon as she turned eighteen, she did return to her home year after year to celebrate the holidays with her family. She found it easier to tolerate them in small doses, and the fact that she’d only visit them once a year seemed to make her parents forget that she ran from everything they ever had planned for her. She found joy in showering her nieces and nephews with trinkets and tales from her travels across the country, but most importantly, she got the chance to do what she always wanted to do - shift with her family as a leash of foxes across the desert. This year, however, Jessica wouldn’t get the chance to do any of that. She returned to New Mexico, more eager than ever to see her family, only to arrive at an empty house. It had become overgrown, almost lifeless - a clear sign that her parents hadn’t been home in+ some time. It wasn’t until she knocked on a neighbor’s door that she learned their fate - her parents had been murdered, along with the rest of her family. Feeling completely helpless, there was only one person Jessica knew she would be able to find who could help her, protect her, and try to make some sense of what had happened to her family - Sheamus Vale.
Making the trek to New York should have been fairly easy for Jessica, however, she couldn’t help but feel paranoid since the incident. Who had killed her family? Were they targeted because of their supernatural ability? Was she next? All of these questions and more lingered in the back of her mind, making her even more cautious as she traveled across the country. Now, working as a housekeeper at The Hellion Hotel, a whole new world has been opened up when it comes to the occult. Finding out who or what happened to her family will always be her number one priority, however, Jessica finds herself more and more intrigued by the mysterious happenings and different supernatural creatures who call the city of New York home.
+ strong-willed, observant, versatile, curious – restless, evasive, moody, unpredictable
HEADCANONS
Ever since Jessica was a child, she’s refused to let anyone walk behind her, if possible. She chalks it up to her skittish nature, thinking it makes her feel calm and at ease when she’s the one following, but in reality, this is due to her strange quirk of gawking at her surroundings like a tourist, even in well-known places.
Coming from a family with deep Central American roots, and wanting to keep the bloodline alive, Jessica’s parents planned an arranged marriage for her to another family of shapeshifters in Nicaragua. It was decided that when she turned eighteen, she would make the move to be married and live with her betrothed. However, Jessica’s thirst for adventure and her stubborn nature led her in a different direction.
Jessica will begin speaking Spanish whenever she’s angry or upset. It’s something she’s done since childhood, picking it up from her parents (especially her mother) and older brothers.
Jessica is constantly changing locations, staying no more than a few months at a time. She stays long enough to experience her surroundings, learn new lessons, form meaningful friendships, and earn enough money to support herself in her travels and lifestyle. She doesn’t form attachments easily, and the constant process of change is her teacher.
While she’s impulsive by nature, Jessica does have a part of herself that likes to maintain the balance in her life. For every adventurous, impulsive choice she makes on a whim, she tries to balance it out with something calming, like an afternoon of meditation or relaxing in a hot bath.
Occupation: Housekeeper at The Hellion Hotel
Residence: Hell’s Kitchen
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
FC: Odette Annable
