#jessica thread

[lcnelyxheroes]

@igcttabe​ || closed for Daryl

.｡.:*☆ Jessica had been hoping this to be just another night were she could get drunk. Drunk enough so Kilgrave would not follow her into her dreams.

But then, when she was just about to nurse her second glass, a group of men came, whistling, eyeing her up and down, obviously very much invading her private space, and then, when one of them touched her in a very inappropriate way, Jesscica just snapped.

Taking the man’s arm, she twisted it until something broke, or so it sounded, and he flailed and broke to the ground, his buddies already up and about to take his place.

“I told you to fuck off! But people like you are never able to listen, right?!?”

[lcnelyxheroes]

@killforfrenchfries​ || closed

.｡.:*☆ It had been becoming a habit of hers - the drinking, the trying to forget, or, at least, to be numb enough so the nightmares would not come. Because Jessica had no idea what else to do to deal with it.

She was nursing her third drink - or was it her fourth? - When the man who had been sitting next to Jessica came a little too close, and placed his hand on her thights without Jess asking for it, and she snapped. Grabbing his arm, bending it, and maybe even breaking the bone in the progress.

“You’ve never learned to ask a woman for permission, asshole, right?”

[lcnelyxheroes]

@erasiing​ || closed

.｡.:*☆ “I remember this one year the Santa smelled like alcohol. He said some weird stuff.”

[whydontyoudoright-original]

Ranging || Jessica -- OPEN POST

Adjusting her grip on a curved walking stick, Jessica paused a moment beneath the trees, catching her breath. She hadn't been out in the wilderness for a while, but with wildfire season upon them, all hands had been called to be sure the woods were at least safe bordering Toon Town. 

The lush greenery was a relief in and of itself, even if the magic of the Toon world tended to leak and produce things like, say, fully decorated Christmas trees or trees full of Jack O'Lanterns appear seasonally throughout the woods. She'd already passed a tree in a binkini and sunglasses, however, so perhaps the worst of it's influences were behind her. Pulling at her glove, Jessica maneuvered her walking stick closer as she looked uphill. It was all rocks and heavy shadows, the greenery lush here-- No sign of wildfires yet, to her relief.

Something else caught her eye, however, as she turned and called out, startled by the sudden movement:

"Hello? This is a restricted area-- Come on out, please!"