Jessica Jones thinks you should go f*ck yourself (aka_snarkybitch) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2015-12-29 02:52:00 |
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Current music: | "Our House" - Madness |
Entry tags: | !thread, cosmo (cosmo_cccp), jessica jones (aka_snarkybitch) |
There's Always Something Happening
Who: Jessica Jones, OTA and multiple threads
Where: Room #507 Gamiel, then out in the hall
What: Jessica's arrival
When: Tuesday, December 29th
Status: Ongoing, Open
Note: I'm picking up Jessica from the end of season one of her series
She'd done it. As hard and as impossible as it had seemed at the time, Jessica had killed Kilgrave. Of course, she'd made the news in the progress. But her unlikely hero, Hogarth, had gotten her off of murder charges. She was still mulling over Hogarth's motives as she made her way back to her apartment, her office, her home. She heard a noise as she entered her apartment and while she expected the worst or hoped that one of two of the people she loved was there... who she didn't expect was her neighbor, Malcolm, who she was sure that she'd never seen again. With a mutual subtle nod of acceptance, she took a seat at her desk and checked her messages...
There were so many.
So many.
So many people wanted help. Her help. It was so overwhelming that she couldn't handle it.
That was the last thing that she remembered before waking up. Wait. That was a lie. She remembered drinking a lot and passing out before waking up in an apartment that wasn't her own. In a bed that wasn't hers, or Luke's... or Trish's remarkably comfortable sofa. She groaned and clutched a hand to her forehead as she blinked herself into consciousness. The fuck? No. No no no no no. She thought as she tumbled out of the bed and staggered out of the room, moving as fast as she could out of the apartment--
She'd killed him. She'd killed him. She was sure of it. She was sure of it--wasn't she?
"Luke!" She yelled, stumbling into an equally unfamiliar hallway. "Trish!" Oh god oh god oh god. "Please be here, please be here," she muttered to herself, still half-drunk as she stumbled down the hallway toward an elevator. She pushed the call button. She pushed it again and again and again, even as she chanted those all too familiar street names in an effort to center herself. "Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Cobalt Lane..."
She stopped muttering when she heard a song playing, the source almost directly above the room that she had just exited. Kilgrave was alive. Kilgrave was alive and he was fucking with her and this nightmare would never end. He'd somehow become strong enough to control her and what she thought were memories was just wish fulfilment and the only way out now was to die.
"Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Cobalt Lane... Come on!" She yelled, pushing the button for the elevator again. Her fear had overridden any kind of sense at this point. She needed to get away and she needed to get away fast.