[ The morning after her arrival, once her clothes have been returned to her, Jess decides to take the train tour. Even if something kinky is happening on it, she can turn her back and get a lay of the land. Disregarding its Dominant designation, she hunkers down in a window seat. She glares out at the city while the train is in motion and observes the other passengers when it makes a stop.
Pair yourself up with her, point out that she's in the wrong seat, or be the person nearby that she asks, ] Where's the cheapest bar?
supplemental income: network
user: alias
I need black paint. I can offer you sex pills or free-range pornography.
rain rain go awaycontent warning: scratching, blood
[ As a long-standing fan of the distressed look, even she has limits. To ward off the eroding effects of the rain, she leaves her leather jacket at the motel and takes to wearing the plastic one she was given prior to entering the Down. Pants, too (sprayed black). Unable to get her hands on an umbrella, her shielding is functional but imperfect. Chips of paint flake off her pants. Droplets of water sneak under the collar and slowly eat away at the shirt underneath.
She does herself no favors when she starts to idly scratch at her neck and chest. Water broadens and lowers the neckline of her shirt and angry red scratches are on full display across her collarbone. As much as she tries to stop, she finds herself failing again and again, nails raking into her skin whenever her mind is preoccupied.
During the day, she can be spotted throughout the Down with her camera around her neck or picking up menial jobs. At night she haunts Mendacity, where she has trouble sitting still as the itch spreads to her arms and stomach. Hunched forward as she scratches at the back of her neck, she suddenly straightens and hisses, ] Shit!
[ Lowering her hand, her fingertips are slick with blood. Jess heads to the restroom to wash it off and dab blindly at the wound with paper towel. Give a girl a hand? ]
sticky fingerscontent warning: violence, rage
[ Leaving the train station on her way to the motel, Jess is one such alone and unwary mark of the Bulldogs. For a slender woman, she packs the punch of a Mack truck. They get more than they bargained for with her, and after repressing so much rage at her recent circumstances, she can't estimate herself properly either. Jess sends one mugger flying to bowl down another. The last of the three brandishes a lead pipe, the force and inertia of which is swallowed up by her halting grip. Wrenched away, Jess knocks her attacker down with the back of her fist.
That should be the end of it. Instead she picks him up and tosses him against a nearby dumpster. Jerkily scrambling up to flee, she seizes him again and pins him to the wall. Fists coiled in his collar, she raises him from the ground until his feet are flailing. ]
Not what you wanted? Huh? You think just because no one's watching, you can get away with anything? Look at me!
[ Somebody help this guy. She will come to her senses in a second and let him go but it certainly doesn't look like that's the case. ]
other
[ ooc: feel free to come at me with anything else! please be aware that the canon and character come with potential content warnings. I'll add a content warning to the subject of the comment containing any reference to these topics. IC =/= OOC and I personally have no triggers and welcome any kind of CR. feel free to ask me anything or to plot prior to starting a thread. ]
jessica jones | netflix marvel | submissive
[ The morning after her arrival, once her clothes have been returned to her, Jess decides to take the train tour. Even if something kinky is happening on it, she can turn her back and get a lay of the land. Disregarding its Dominant designation, she hunkers down in a window seat. She glares out at the city while the train is in motion and observes the other passengers when it makes a stop.
Pair yourself up with her, point out that she's in the wrong seat, or be the person nearby that she asks, ] Where's the cheapest bar?
supplemental income: network
user: alias
I need black paint. I can offer you sex pills or free-range pornography.
rain rain go away content warning: scratching, blood
[ As a long-standing fan of the distressed look, even she has limits. To ward off the eroding effects of the rain, she leaves her leather jacket at the motel and takes to wearing the plastic one she was given prior to entering the Down. Pants, too (sprayed black). Unable to get her hands on an umbrella, her shielding is functional but imperfect. Chips of paint flake off her pants. Droplets of water sneak under the collar and slowly eat away at the shirt underneath.
She does herself no favors when she starts to idly scratch at her neck and chest. Water broadens and lowers the neckline of her shirt and angry red scratches are on full display across her collarbone. As much as she tries to stop, she finds herself failing again and again, nails raking into her skin whenever her mind is preoccupied.
During the day, she can be spotted throughout the Down with her camera around her neck or picking up menial jobs. At night she haunts Mendacity, where she has trouble sitting still as the itch spreads to her arms and stomach. Hunched forward as she scratches at the back of her neck, she suddenly straightens and hisses, ] Shit!
[ Lowering her hand, her fingertips are slick with blood. Jess heads to the restroom to wash it off and dab blindly at the wound with paper towel. Give a girl a hand? ]
sticky fingers content warning: violence, rage
[ Leaving the train station on her way to the motel, Jess is one such alone and unwary mark of the Bulldogs. For a slender woman, she packs the punch of a Mack truck. They get more than they bargained for with her, and after repressing so much rage at her recent circumstances, she can't estimate herself properly either. Jess sends one mugger flying to bowl down another. The last of the three brandishes a lead pipe, the force and inertia of which is swallowed up by her halting grip. Wrenched away, Jess knocks her attacker down with the back of her fist.
That should be the end of it. Instead she picks him up and tosses him against a nearby dumpster. Jerkily scrambling up to flee, she seizes him again and pins him to the wall. Fists coiled in his collar, she raises him from the ground until his feet are flailing. ]
Not what you wanted? Huh? You think just because no one's watching, you can get away with anything? Look at me!
[ Somebody help this guy. She will come to her senses in a second and let him go but it certainly doesn't look like that's the case. ]
other
[ ooc: feel free to come at me with anything else! please be aware that the canon and character come with potential content warnings. I'll add a content warning to the subject of the comment containing any reference to these topics. IC =/= OOC and I personally have no triggers and welcome any kind of CR. feel free to ask me anything or to plot prior to starting a thread. ]