notsoitsybitsy (notsoitsybitsy) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-07-11 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: avengers, z: om1: affiliation: x-men, z: om1: character: jessica drew, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: jean grey |
characters: Jessica Drew, OTA (especially folk she hasn't had the pleasure of meeting yet)
setting: In the dark of the night, sketchy part of New York City
content: Some violence.
summary: Fun fact: Jessica likes to dress up as a man.
"Thanks."
The cubes clattered as Jessica brought her vodka glass to her lips, eyes carefully observing a group of men from beneath the clean brim of her hat. She'd been watching them closely for several days now, sorting out their private conversations from the drunken chatter and howls of middle aged businessmen who, judging by most of the bands on their fingers, should have been home with their families at this time. They weren't anything out of the ordinary, this group; just a couple of thugs with piss poor tempers and greedy minds, but they were dangerous and Jessica was bored.
A gaudily dressed woman stumbled over, snaking a long sun-kissed arm over her shoulders. Jessica could smell the whiskey on her breath and the cheap perfume, the sweat and cigarette smoke living in the fabric of her clothes. She made her advances toward Jessica and was politely rejected, though the woman didn't seem too put off. Said something about her "delicate" features and flung herself at the next guy who'd show her attention. The Avenger watched, and then fixed her attention back at her real interest and the second she made eye contact with one of them, she smirked, tipping her glass out to them. They were talking now. Alarmed. They'd noticed her.
She laid a bill down on the bar counter and stood up, wearing a cuffed dress shirt and a silk tie under a waistcoat, complete with a blazer slung over her shoulder to give her a sharp, androgynous look. In a predominantly male environment, it wouldn't have served her well to come as herself. From the corner of her eye, Jessica could see that they, too, rose from their seats and she walked out, slipping on her jacket in the process. She was already making her way down the street when the door swung open, and the group of burly men came following after her, growling whatever obscenities they thought might provoke her attention. Idiots.
Hands shoved deep in her pockets and head low, Jessica lead them into a dark, empty alleyway cut off by a dead end of brick wall and a broken wired fence. Already, they were laughing like they had something to feel triumphant over, stepping closer as if cracking their knuckles and whispering taunts were supposed to send her cowering. Slowly, Jessica turned her head, a dangerous smirk projecting over her shoulder. One guy swung, she caught his fist with one hand while the other one jutted and made a direct hit at the pressure point under the line of his jaw - and just like that, the man dropped to the ground like a fly unconscious.
A baffled look flashed over his followers' faces very briefly before they got in position and charged toward her. It was only fair that she met them halfway, so Jessica bolted for the small army. It was like cutting through a cornfield, taking them down one by one with such simple and meticulous actions so effective that, if she was still an assassin, could kill them and not leave a scratch. But the most they'd suffer were black-outs, aches, shame and questioning once Jessica was done with them. Someone's wild hand knocked her hat off, causing a bundle of jet black hair to unravel down her back and, using the arm that same hand was connected to as a board, poised herself on it for the split second it took to back flip and land in open space to watch the two remaining men as they gaped in complete astonishment at the realization that the man they were up against was actually a woman. She waved.
One man was actually smart enough to resume his attack by using a kick, but Jessica caught his leg in mid-air and with the force of her fingers, jabbed a vital part in his throat, a small look of terror shadowing his face before he fell unconscious. The final guy who, at this point thought it might actually be a good idea to just run, couldn't get away fast enough and was somehow forced on his back, staring up at the woman hovering over him with a taunting little grin on her face. "P-Please d-don't hurt m-me..." he sputtered, beads of sweat rolling down his face, hands held up in defense. "Just l-let me g--" A flick in between the eyes and he was out cold like the rest of them.
"Thanks guys," Jessica patted his cheek. "It was fun." And then she stood, grabbing her hat in the process, dusting it off and placing it back on her head. Jessica pulled out her phone then and called the police as she headed out of the alleyway, informing them of the pile of sleeping criminals waiting for them. The police station was only a few blocks away; they'd get to them soon. Until then, she sauntered down the street with her hands in her pockets, smiling, as if she was out for no other reason but to enjoy the warm, nightly weather.