The Ladies of the Obra Dinn
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The Ladies of the Obra Dinn
i forgot to post these chibi drawings i did a while ago (honestly idk what color dresses jackson and abigail would wear i think i just randomly picked after looking the kind of dressees up)
(if youve seen the first one on tenor/klipy yes i did in fact upload it onto there lol)
Obra Dinn Worst Fate Bracket Tournament
ROUND 1 - 4
Previous matchups: (1) (2) (3)
(Matchups are randomized)
Who had the worst fate?
Emily Jackson
Leonid Volkov
Portraits and fates under the cut. [SPOILERS]
I don't know you, but I love her
Love and Other Disasters (2006)
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Emily Jackson, aged forty-two, was a part-time prostitute, whose description as such after her murder was a source of astonishment to her friends and neighbours in Churwell, where she lived. Her husband, Sydney, was a local roofing contractor, and she helped with the paperwork and drove the old Commer van for him from job to job, since he did not drive.
Around Christmas, due to financial pressures, Emily had decided to start taking money from the men she might pick up on their almost nightly excursions to the pubs. It was her habit to cruise the streets of Chapeltown looking for business, or she would sometimes leave the van in the car park and go off with clients in their vehicles.
One of the Jackson's favourite haunts was the Gaiety pub on Roundhay Road, Leeds. It was to there that they went on the night of January 20th, leaving their home at around 6:00 pm and arriving at the pub about fifteen minutes later. Shortly after their arrival, Emily Jackson left her husband in the pub while she went off to have a look around.
Peter Sutcliffe saw Emily Jackson some time after 7:00 pm and she said it would cost £5. After she got in his car, they drove on Roundhay Road about half a mile in the direction of the city centre, and parked on a piece of derelict land away from the lights of the main road. He later claimed that her overpowering cheap perfume caused him to hate her all the more, even though he didn't know her. Sutcliffe decided to pretend the car wouldn't start. She offered to help him by holding her lighter while he looked under the bonnet at the engine. As she did so, he took a couple of steps back and hit her twice with his hammer and she crumpled to the road.
Sutcliffe then dragged her body into a yard and pushed up her sweater, cardigan, and bra, and pulled down her pants. Taking a cross-ply Phillips screwdriver, and "seething with hate for her", he viciously stabbed her a total of 52 times in the neck, breasts, lower abdomen, and back. He then searched the yard until he found a piece of wood between two and three feet long and thrust it between her legs.
Just as he was leaving the scene, a car startled Sutcliffe when it stopped a few yards away. Scared, he quickly put his hammer and screwdriver on the car floor and went straight to home to his in-laws' house in Clayton, Bradford.
After 10:30 pm closing time, Sydney Jackson left the Gaiety and went into the car park and saw the van there, but not his wife. After waiting a few more minutes, he decided to take a taxi home, figuring she might be in another bar and/or with a client.
At 8:10 am the following morning, a workman, taking a short cut through a narrow passageway between Manor Street and Roundhay Road, was walking past the end of a short cul-de-sac between two derelict buildings when something caught his eye. He saw a bulky object with what appeared to be a coat partially covering it. Emily Jackson's body had been found.
When the police arrived at the scene of the murder they discovered Emily Jackson had been left lying on her back with her legs apart. Marks on the ground showed how the killer had dragged her body to the spot where it was found. Her handbag was lying nearby, but nothing appeared to have been taken. On her right thigh the police found a boot impression from a heavy-ribbed wellington boot which was later identified as being from a Dunlop Warwick. The boot size was probably a size 7, and no larger than a size 8. Found in the nearby sand, was a similar boot print. From the injuries received, the police quickly linked the murder of Emily Jackson with the murder of Wilma McCann.
The police thought they might have received a break in the case a week later when a prostitute came forward and stated she had been chatting with Emily Jackson outside the Gaiety the night of the murder. Maria Sellars told the police of her conversation with Emily Jackson shortly before 7:00 pm, and that she had seen Emily Jackson spot a possible client, go over and talk to him, and then get into his Land Rover. She then watched them drive off along Gledhow Road. Her descriptions of the Land Rover and its driver were very detailed. Further questioning of prostitutes in the area helped to build up further details of the man, including that they believed him to be Irish.
Similar detailed descriptions of a man and vehicle were also reported in an attack on a prostitute in an incident in the Bolton Woods area of Bradford on either a Wednesday or a Friday during the month of March 1975. Barbara Miller had been picked up in a pub in Lumb Lane, Bradford, by a man, possibly with an Irish accent, and driven in a Land Rover to Bolton Woods. The man stopped the vehicle, opened the passenger door, and ordered her out. She refused and was pulled from the vehicle. In the ensuing struggle, she was punched in the stomach, chest, and face. She did not report the attack to the police at the time.
Neither the vehicle, nor the Irish suspect, who was probably Emily Jackson's last customer before accepting a ride from Peter Sutcliffe, were ever traced.