You want me to tell the whole god damn world what happened to me ? Dependant Jessica Davis from 13 Reasons Why TW !! This blog may contain mentions of rape, suicide, depression && alcoholism.
He nods. “Of course.” He blows out smoke rings and hands her the pipe. “Here try it. It’s called a pipe-weed.” He notices the vodka. “What’s that bottle you have?”
“ this ? we call it bottle-vodka, ” she teased, offering it to the stranger, “ i highly recommend it. ” she took a long pull from the pipe, realizing a little too late that it wasn’t what she was expecting. either it wasn’t weed, or it was the worst weed she’d ever had, but it still gave her a bit of a head rush. “ ...thanks. ” she coughed as she passed the pipe back, hoping whatever was in it hadn’t been laced with crack or something crazy like that.
“Si these times are free aren’t they.” He sits down and starts sketching. “Why what bambina? Why I am sketching the store fronts or why I asked?”
“ why the storefronts ? ” she clarified, her guard dropping a little. bambina. she liked that. it reminded her of her grandfather. “ they don’t look like anything special to me. ”
Well that confused Arthur. “I don’t know what a fedora is or what even a pick up tactic it. My lady is a term we use for all the women in Camelot. If you were a male I would have said something else like my lord or my sir.”
" isn’t camelot, like... that place with the round table and all the knights and whatever ? lord of the rings type shit ? ” she was also pretty sure it wan’t real. either this dude was batshit crazy, or he was really committed to the bit.
“I wouldn’t be a good thief if I didn’t do that. That’s sort of in my Job Description; ‘dark, handsome, very good at sneaking up on people.’” Swinging off from the roof of the bus stop, the masked stranger glanced around before noticing the colorless liquid in her arms. Again, he felt a shift in balance, making him wonder if a corrupted heart was around to cause her to turn to such destructive methods. “You do know it could be dangerous being out here at night.”
her eyebrows shot up as the man in the mask dropped down from the roof of the bus shelter. she probably should have been scared, but she couldn’t help the hint of a laugh playing at her lips. this wasn’t exactly the kind of trouble she’d been looking for, but it was intriguing. “ oh yeah, ” she slurred sarcastically, “ what if i ran into some kind of weirdo ? that would be awful. ” she bantered, amused by the irony of his warning.
Once someone spoke up, Annie stopped her early morning stroll and looked up from where she had been staring over at her son, making sure that he was finally getting some sleep, he had been rather colicky and fussy the entire night so she figured some walking could relax him and her assumption was thankfully correct. As Jackson, began to move slightly, she kept the stroller moving, feet not going along this time. “Shh..sorry, we didn’t mean to frighten you or anything, I’m just thankful to finally manage to get him to sleep.” Annie softly laughs, and shakes her head.
oh. oh, god. had she really gotten so drunk she didn’t even notice a whole god damn baby carriage ? had she really lost so much time that perky young mothers were out for their morning stroll ? the thought made her feel sick, and tears welled in her eyes for reasons she couldn’t quite put her finger on. the woman just looked so... happy. she screwed the cap on the vodka clumsily, shoving it into her bag and getting up in a hurry, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. “ i’m sorry... i’m so sorry, i— i should go. ” this was so fucked up. she couldn’t be here. she couldn’t be this person.
claire had been walking to the bus stop to try to get on a bus. it had nothing to do with sneaking up on anyone. claire wasn’t exactly social to begin with and she wasn’t really interested in making friends, especially not with someone who yells at another person for going to a bus stop. “relax. i’m not coming to a bus stop to see you. just waiting for a bus.”
“ ...you don’t have to move like some kind of god damn wraith. ” jess muttered under her breath, sounding petty even to herself. she leaned back against the cool glass of the bus shelter and took another sip, wondering if the arrival of this girl and the awkward silence that came with her was a sign to just move on. “ where does this line go, anyway ? ”
Shiro’s hands tucked deeply into hispockets, walks in the crisp night air often calmed his mind, but he couldn’thelp but nothing seemed to ease the memories and the worries that plagued hismind. He didn’t even notice the girl at the bus stop as he was passing by, hestopped; turning t face her. The smell of the girl’s vodka was overwhelming. ❝ Uhm, sorry. I didn’t meanto startle you. ❞ Shiro muttered as he sat himself down at the bus stop.❝For the record, I wasn’t sneaking up on you, if that makes things better?
“ yeah, well, maybe you need to work on your spatial awareness. ” she replied harshly. something about the man rubbed her the wrong way immediately, and it took her a moment to realize it was his hair. his stupid hair that reminded her of another stupid boy and the stupid thing he’d done and how she had no way of knowing if he was even okay. it made her crazy, but this guy wasn’t him, and he'd done nothing to deserve her venom. she pursed her lips. “ ...sorry. you just— it’s been a weird couple days. ”
it wasn’t the first time jughead had been called rude. or creepy. still, he minded. “well, i wasn’t sneaking up on you.” he said in a defensive tone before taking a bite out of his hamburger. he’d gone out for a walk in order to try to understand what had happened to him and all in honesty, he couldn’t sleep. as much as he appreciated the concept of having an apartment of his own, especially after having been homeless for a while, he still would have given it up in a heartbeat to be back in riverdale. back at archie’s place. “are you okay?” he asked, glancing at her. something about the girl in front of him reminded jughead of his father…. maybe it was the slightly miserable look on her face paired with the bottle in her hand. and as much as he didn’t like it, that made him care a little. “because, you know, it’s kind of late.”
she immediately bristled when the boy asked if she was okay. of course she wasn’t okay, but she hated feeling like she was walking around with some big neon sign above her head that read DAMAGED GOODS !! PLEASE APPROACH WITH CAUTION !! in big, flashing letters. ( ironically, it truly didn’t occur to her that sitting drunk and alone in the middle of the night without so much as a jacket to protect her is what some people might call a giant red flag. ) she softened a little as he mentioned the time. right, of course. she had completely lost track. it wasn’t her, she looked fine, normal, it was just late. “ i’m fine, ” she replied, with a little more emphasis than someone who was actually fine would think to use, “ just, you know, enjoying the fresh air. ” she gestured at nothing, accidentally sloshing some vodka onto the ground in the process, and shot the stranger a preemptive accusatory look, warning him not to comment. “ you’re one to talk, anyway. you’re out here, too. ”
running around like a lunatic the poor girl had no idea where the hell she was. she wanted to believe that this was all some sort of dream or maybe something in the afterlife? but her eyes led her to believe otherwise, there she spotted her. jessica. was she being punished again for those tapes? no, it was impossible. though things have changed, she could clearly see that in the others appearance. boots clacking on the pavement as she walks behind the girl and taps her shoulder, “ – what the hell is happening? “ she asks, expecting some sort of answer but wishing it was an explanation.
“ hannah ? ” she breathed, looking at the girl in front of her properly for the first time. it was impossible. she was dead. and yet... there she was, plain as day. what did that mean for jessica ? had she really died on that bench outside the hospital ? or... “ fuck. i’m going crazy. i’m a crazy person. i’m actually losing my god damn mind. perfect. ” she took a long pull from the mickey, surveying the ghost her mind had manufactured to torture her. her imagination was so much better than the art teachers at liberty high ever gave her credit for.
“I wasn’t sneaking though. I asked if I can sit here while I draw the stores across from here at night.” He notices the vodka.
“ oh. sorry. i guess i wasn’t really paying attention. ” she glances at the store fronts across the street as she takes another slug. they didn’t look like anything special to her. “ it’s a free country. ” she shrugs. “ but, like... why ? ”
“I didn’t even know someone was here. I just wanted to watch the even bigger metal horse go away.” He sits down and takes out his pipe.. “Sorry though didn’t even see you. You don’t mind if I use this right? I know it looks weird but it’s normal at my home.”
jessica’s demeanor changed quickly as she laid eyes on yet another way to numb herself, a mischievous smile slipping into place. the pipe looked like the more elaborate ones she’d seen in the paraphernalia shops justin used to drag her into, and judging by the man’s inexplicable mention of a ‘bigger metal horse’, she had to assume he was smoking something stronger than tobacco. “ i don’t mind... as long as you share the love. ”
“I’ve been here for ages. Sheltering from the rainstorm out there. Do you know whether it’s stopped yet? I didn’t sneak up on you, but sorry for startling you. I wasn’t sure whether you would stop here.” Cissa got up from the spot on the floor she’d sat down in and took a seat on the bus stop seat, grabbing her bag and fishing for her phone. “11:45 pm. Blimey, it’s quite late. I suppose I’ll just have to waste more time until morning.”
“ i’m pretty sure hiding in a dark corner and then suddenly revealing yourself is like... the definition of sneaking up on someone, but, you know, whatever... ” as long as the other girl wasn’t going to start commenting on her choice of beverage ( or her slurred speech ), she didn’t really care. “ do buses really stop running that early here ? what a poor excuse for a city. ” if it even was a city, and not some kind of bizarre purgatory. “ where are you trying to get that you couldn’t walk to by morning, anyway ? ”
ᴀʟɪᴀs ( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ): jess, jessie (brothers), princess (dad)
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cisgender female
ᴀɢᴇ: seventeen
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: march 21st, 2000
sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs: english, a little spanish
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: high school student
ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: none
ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs: undiagnosed ptsd, debatable alcoholism
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: dark brown
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: dark brown with blonde highlights
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′6′’
sᴄᴀʀs: a few small ones from cheerleading or nights she’s blacked out
ʙᴜʀɴs: none
ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: no
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: maybe a little
ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx: yes
ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ: no
ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ: no
ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ: unfortunately
ᴋɪssᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ: once or twice
ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: no
ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: yes
sᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ/ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ/ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢs: a few times/often/when they’re available
ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: yes x one thousand
ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: yes
ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ: no
sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs: maybe once, she needs her sleep
ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: no
ᴀ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʀ: yes
ᴀ ᴋɪssᴇʀ: yes
sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: by a movie, yes. in real life, no.
ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ: yes
ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ: kinda
ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ: yes
ʜᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs: no
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: in an abstract way
ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ: no
ғᴇᴀʀs: being alone, never being able to trust again
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: two kid brothers
ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: col. richard davis (father) and mrs. noelle davis (mother)
ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: none
ᴘᴇᴛ(s): do rocks count?
she’d spent a couple days holed up in the apartment that somehow seemed to belong to her, calling disconnected phone numbers and losing her shit, but this was the first time she’d gathered the courage to actually venture into the city. of course, it didn’t take long for her to find a bodega that didn’t card and sink back into her favourite coping mechanism. ( honestly, could you blame her? she was still gonna quit, just, like... later, okay? when shit wasn’t so fucked up. ) she was cradling her vodka at a bus stop god knows where at god knows what hour of the night when a sudden presence startled her. “ jesus ! you can’t just like, sneak up on people like that you know? it’s rude. and creepy. ”
this my daughter jess; army brat, cheerleader, pet rock collector, hot chocolate enthusiast, part-time bitch
has been spiraling ever since her ex-best friend committed suicide
recently found out she was raped and is doing her best to cope with that
generally feeling betrayed and lost but has a hard time showing weakness and tends to drown her emotions in vodka
she was transported to seattle the night of the finale
shortly after explaining what happened to her to her father, she got a text from zach saying he was at the hospital and that alex was hurt. she snuck out to join him but freaked out when the hospital staff wouldnt give them any information. feeling overwhelmed by the night, she took off to get something to calm her nerves. she promised herself she would only take a couple shots because she really is trying to get her life on track, but ended up polishing off a mickey on a bench outside the hospital and passing out.
when she woke up she was in seattle
she’s extremely lonely and worried she’s losing her mind, but she doesn’t know who to reach out to or whats real
shes still furious with justin, as well as most of the guys for lying to her
doubly so at alex, for hurting himself and (in her eyes) abandoning her
will not hesitate to slap/punch you if you fuck with her
guilt guilt guilt about blaming hannah for alex's bullshit, about not believing clay, about lying to herself, about not noticing how badly alex was hurting before it was too late
stubborn to the point of being delusional, which oddly is helping her survive this bizarre reality jump while she tries to figure out what the fuck is going on
hmu if you wanna plot with this insecure, scrappy smol angel! i promise not to slap u
